Zhang Yi could accept Zhou Keer, but she had to hand in a submission.
Zhang Yi's requirements were simple, useful, non-threatening, and the key was not to be a saintly mother!
Zhang Yi was sure of the first two points.
But he wanted to know if Zhou Ke'er could be ruthless when it mattered.
So, he gave Zhou Keer a task.
Zhou Keer did not reply to Zhang Yi for the time being, and it was obvious that she was also struggling.
Zhang Yi was not in a hurry, time was on his side anyway.
If Zhou Keer had no way to pass this test, then Zhang Yi would also decisively give up on her.
After all, Zhang Yi was quite healthy, and the probability of getting an acute illness was very low.
He was even less likely to go out casually, and the risk of getting injured was extremely low.
But it was hard to say how long Zhou Ke'er would live.
...
The next day, Zhang Yi slept until ten o'clock in the morning before getting up.
Lifting the velvet quilt, he went to the restroom and finished washing up.
Then he changed into his exercise clothes and started working out on the treadmill.
In the midst of the post-apocalyptic world, good physical fitness was very important.
Having a strong body would enable him to cope better when danger came and also avoid getting sick.
He sweated on top of the treadmill and ran for an hour before stopping.
Then he went to take a hot shower.
When taking a bath, Zhang Yi would feel a sense of pride.
One should know that this kind of enjoyment was an incomparable luxury for many people nowadays!
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Just at this time, a loud bang suddenly resounded outside.
Zhang Yi's eyes stared as he quickly wrapped up his bath towel and walked out.
He quickly heard a shouting and cursing sound, coming from Zhou Peng.
Zhang Yi opened the surveillance and saw Zhou Peng outside the door with two kitchen knives, slashing frantically at his room door.
"Zhang Yi, get the hell out of here! All day long, you only know how to hide in the house, you're a shrunken head turtle, useless waste!"
Zhang Yi's mouth turned up, "Ah yes, yes, you're right about everything."
"And then?"
What a laugh... A waste that can't even live, and you still presume to use agitation on Zhang Yi?
It seems like you're the one who's more anxious now, right?
Zhang Yi noticed that when Zhou Peng slammed the door, he was all left-handed, and it was difficult to lift his right hand.
He knew that Zhou Peng's arm was infected.
Looking closely, he was even able to see his arm bulging high.
Zhang Yi came to the door with his hands in his pockets and said indifferently, "Zhou Peng, the infection doesn't feel good, does it?"
"When I used to take biology class, the teacher taught us about wound infections."
"After the tetanus bacillus on the rust enters your wound, it's like maggots meeting a rotting corpse, and begins to multiply like crazy."
"Your arm wound must be at least a dozen centimeters deep."
"While the temperature outside was cold, your flesh and blood were hot. The bacteria multiplied desperately in that hotbed, eating your flesh and blood."
"Then the wound starts to turn pus and bleed black, and the bacteria grows and grows, and your wound gets bigger and bigger. Finally, it runs along your blood vessels and goes inside your whole body!"
Zhang Yi described it in vivid colors, and after Zhou Peng heard it, he felt his arm hurt even more.
He was sweating coldly, as if he felt like his entire body was covered in bacteria that wanted to eat him clean.
Even though he knew that Zhang Yi was intentionally scaring him, the fear inside him could not be suppressed.
"Ahhhhh! Zhang Yi, I'll kill you!"
Zhou Peng had gone crazy, his arm had indeed rotted, knowing that he was bound to die.
So he wanted to try one last time, yet his coming this time was destined to be futile.
In the next room, Chen Zhenghao's men heard Zhou Peng's frantic roar and asked, "Should we get him killed?"
Chen Zhenghao thought for a moment and said, "Haven't you heard that he's dying of infection? How dare you eat sick and dead pork?"
Everyone looked at each other and finally decided not to take the risk.
Zhou Peng hacked at the door for a while and cursed bitterly for a while.
In the end, he got tired and collapsed in front of Zhang Yi's door, and started crying again, begging Zhang Yi to spare his life.
Zhang Yi said quietly, "You're dead, your wounds are rotten, advanced stage, can't be saved. It would be better to take advantage of the fact that you're not dead and do the things you didn't dare to do when you were alive."
Zhou Peng's eyes were filled with tears, and after hearing Zhang Yi's words, he fell into a deeper despair.
Could it be that ... he was going to die?
Fear wrapped around him like an abyss.
But what followed was anger, unbridled anger!
I am going to die, what is there to be afraid of!
He struggled to get up and kicked hard at Zhang Yi's iron door, wanting to curse, but the result was that because the door was too hard, it hurt so much that he almost fainted.
Zhou Peng couldn't care about this as he stumbled and ran back down the stairs.
After returning to the place where he lived, his eyes were lax and he vaguely saw Sun Zhichao roasting a knife with a candle and then going to burn his wound.
"Prick-la~"
The sound of burning grease was accompanied by green smoke, Sun Zhichao's pupils protruded outward, and even though he was biting the quilt he was still letting out a wail of pain.
He seemed to think that this would be able to kill all the bacteria.
Ignorant and pitiful.
"Cousin ..."
Wang Min looked at Zhou Peng heartbrokenly from the side, not knowing how to comfort him.
She knew that Zhou Peng wouldn't live long, and now the house could smell the rotting odor of several people's bodies every day.
People are not dead yet, but their bodies are rotting first, how deep this pain is, normal people can't imagine!
Zhou Peng ignored Wang Min and rushed towards the room where Fang Yuqing was being held.
When Fang Yuqing saw Zhou Peng, she screamed in fear.
"Zhou ... Zhou Peng? What are you doing?"
Zhou Peng walked up to Fang Yuqing, his bloodshot eyes staring at her in death.
"Yu Qing, are you willing to marry me?"
This poor licking dog, even though his life was about to come to an end, his greatest wish turned out to be just to marry Fang Yuqing.
In the midst of the post-apocalyptic world, how ridiculous and yet how humble this request was.
Fang Yuqing frowned, the depths of her eyes filled with disgust.
She subconsciously pinched her nose, "No, I'm not willing!"
Zhou Peng's heart was broken, he had paid so much for Fang Yuqing, even to the point of losing his own life.
But Fang Yuqing, never had a single heartbeat for him from the beginning to the end.
"No! You do love me, you love me! I want you, before I die, I want you to be my woman!"
Zhou Peng roared angrily, then began to tear at Fang Yuqing's clothes.
The people outside the house heard the voices inside and no one bothered.
In their opinion, Fang Yuqing was the culprit that caused them to fall to this day, she deserved to die!
Fang Yuqing struggled desperately, but how could she be as strong as the crazy Zhou Peng?
Zhou Peng tore apart the down jacket on her body, and after that, he couldn't wait to take off his own clothes.
"Don't, you go away, you stink, so disgusting!"
Fang Yuqing cursed.
"You dare to scold me for stinking?"
Zhou Peng was furious as he suddenly pulled off the gauze on his arm.
At this moment, his wound was bulging high, it was already black and purple, and the wound was pus-filled and very scary.
He made an oozing gesture and actually used his hand to grab the rotting wound and then stuffed the rotten flesh into Fang Yuqing's mouth.
"Let you curse me, let you curse me!"
Fang Yuqing was so disgusted that she couldn't stop dry-heaving, but she was still stuffed with a handful of rotten meat into her mouth by Zhou Peng.
Zhou Peng laughed viciously, watching his goddess being abused by himself, he suddenly had an unprecedented pleasure.