Chapter 13 Recognition

After changing clothes and washing off the sticky stuff on his face, Zheng Fan followed Feng Siniang back.

Entering the inn from the back, they walked into the courtyard where Blind Bei was already waiting. Standing beside Blind Bei was the short Xue San, who must have just returned from stealing something.

Blind Bei said to Zheng Fan solemnly,

"My lord, that tongue still needs to be interrogated by you."

Xue San added from the side, "My lord, that guy doesn't seem to be a tough nut to crack. If he's a little bit stubborn, I have plenty of ways to deal with him."

It seemed like it had been too long since Xue San had tortured someone, and he seemed a little eager.

"Um... you should interrogate him, I'll just wait for the results." Zheng Fan declined.

He really didn't have any experience in this area, and there were many things to do tonight, and everyone's time was limited. Even if he wanted to learn, he wasn't in a hurry to do it today.

Receiving the expected reply, Blind Bei still bowed respectfully and responded,

"Then I'll wait until I've compiled and organized all the information before reporting to you, my lord."

"Okay, good, thank you for your hard work."

"My lord is too kind, it is what I should do." Then, Blind Bei looked at Siniang and said, "Siniang, please help organize and transcribe the documents that Xue San brought back."

Feng Siniang nodded, "Understood."

Blind Bei turned and left, followed by Xue San.

Siniang was about to transcribe the documents stolen from the government, but before doing so, she thoughtfully asked Zheng Fan:

"My lord, shall I order Yun丫tou to prepare your bathwater?"

Having seen someone killed for the first time, and seeing human intestines spilling all over the ground for the first time, Zheng Fan felt that he really needed to relax.

So, after hearing Siniang's arrangement, Zheng Fan agreed.

When he returned to his room, he found that the large bathtub was already ready, and Yun丫tou was carrying buckets of water from the kitchen.

Seeing Zheng Fan enter, she took the initiative to help Zheng Fan undress. Zheng Fan didn't refuse, and after taking off his clothes, he entered the bathtub.

Immediately, the comfort on his body was constantly dispelling the fatigue in his heart.

Yun丫tou then took a soft brush and began to scrub Zheng Fan's back, with just the right amount of pressure.

Zheng Fan closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed it.

In fact, what happened tonight was indeed a first for him, but he was just flustered and not that scared.

The guard died in front of him, his blood sucked dry by A'Ming, including that young master, who would be destroyed after the interrogation and obtaining his "worldview," but Zheng Fan didn't feel much of what was called "guilt."

Moral or immoral, right or wrong, in this world, it no longer had any meaning.

Earlier, when he and Feng Siniang were pretending to be master and servant, walking on the streets at night, he couldn't see streetlights, and naturally, he couldn't see the dense cameras of modern society.

A kind of evil and unrestrained freedom in people's hearts inevitably began to grow.

Or perhaps, this is my true nature?

He even felt that this behavior, this choice, this way of doing things, was the right thing for him.

Yun丫tou had finished scrubbing his back and was about to go around to the front to scrub his front.

Zheng Fan waved his hand, signaling her to leave.

After Yun丫tou left, Zheng Fan submerged himself further into the bathtub, leaving only his nose above the water to breathe.

Gradually,

He fell asleep.

…………

In the room next to Zheng Fan's, Liang Cheng pushed open a coffin lid that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and placed A'Ming inside.

A'Ming's chest was wrapped up, like a mummy that had been processed and stuffed with spices.

After arranging him, Liang Cheng held his chest with one hand and supported the edge of the coffin with the other, and said:

"Lying in here, does it help with your recovery?"

A'Ming shook his head, but answered very seriously, "But life needs a sense of ritual."

The corner of Liang Cheng's mouth twitched.

"I always thought that as a zombie, you should also understand our sense of ritual."

Vampires like to sleep in coffins, and zombies, it seems, also like to sleep in coffins.

"No, I prefer to sleep in a bed."

"This is a real betrayal, forgetting your roots." A'Ming's tone was teasing, "Actually, in the past, I rarely slept in a coffin, but after coming to this world, I made money from brewing wine, so I spent money to have this model of coffin made."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid, afraid that if I'm an ordinary person for too long, I'll really think I'm just an ordinary person."

"You are no longer an ordinary person." Liang Cheng's eyes narrowed.

"Hehe, if that blind man and Siniang didn't have things to deal with urgently, they would probably be eager to appear by my coffin now."

"Everyone has been suppressed for too long." Liang Cheng sighed, "In the past, there was no hope, so we could still restrain ourselves, but now, we have seen hope, and it is certainly difficult to continue to endure."

"Actually, I don't really want to answer you right now, because if I answer you now, I'll have to say it to them again later. I'm injured now, and seriously injured, and I need to rest."

"I can let out some more of your blood and let you sleep forever."

"That's too much."

"It should be."

"Okay, actually, I think the fact that my power has recovered a part of it is probably inseparable from the lord, otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the silence of the previous six months."

"Be specific."

"How specific?"

"What did you do in private with the lord?"

"That sounds a little disgusting."

"Is it possible, to do, disgusting things?"

"............" A'Ming.

"Continue."

"I chatted with him."

"Everyone has chatted."

"I chatted with him very seriously."

"How so?"

"Actually, he's very useless."

"Yes."

"But we won't abandon him."

"Yes."

"Perhaps, the only difference between me and you is that I told him that we wouldn't abandon him."

"This time, it's your turn to be disgusting."

"No, it's not."

"Um, you continue."

"According to the process of elimination, it should be感动(gandong, touched) and认可(renke, acknowledged)."

"Acknowledged?"

"Aren't you curious why it was the seven of us who came to this world with him? Although we are all independent individuals, in fact, we are all characters created by him."

"Um."

"From the moment we woke up, it seemed that there was a consciousness in the hearts of the seven of us, that is, he is our lord."

"The word 'lord' was chosen by the blind man."

"The title is just a continuation of emotion. It's impossible to call him... dad, like that憨憨(hanhan, silly) Fan Li said, right?"

"Um, that's true."

"Actually, our relationship with him is a bit similar to the knights and squires in the Western Middle Ages."

"Um?"

"His awakening means that a certain contractual relationship that exists within us has been activated."

"Um, continue."

"And what we have to do now is to get, to get recognition from him."

"I understand."

Liang Cheng got up, preparing to leave the room.

"What are you going to do?"

"Go find the lord."

"The lord is taking a bath, are you going to scrub his back?"

"I'll wait for him to finish."

"So anxious, hehe."

"You're satisfied, of course you're not anxious."

"It's disgusting again."

"I'm leaving."

"Wait!"

"Um?"

"Help me close the coffin lid, I'm going to rest."

"Need to nail the coffin shut while I'm at it?"

"Get lost!"

………………

Zheng Fan felt that he had slept for about three hours, during which Yun丫tou had quietly come to add hot water to the bathtub.

After waking up, Zheng Fan coughed and felt a little lightheaded.

Getting out of the bathtub, he put on clean white underclothes, and then put on his hoodie and leather boots. He felt an indescribable sense of ease.

It seemed that the most obvious change since he came to this world was that he could sleep better.

However, Zheng Fan, who was about to go to the outhouse to take care of his physiological needs, was startled as soon as he opened the door.

Liang Cheng, with a pale face, was standing straight in front of his room.

A person can scare another person to death, let alone this one, who was a genuine zombie.

"I…………"

A swear word was stuck in his throat, unable to cough it up or swallow it down.

"Is your injury okay?" After calming down, Zheng Fan asked.

"It's a small matter, my lord."

Liang Cheng unwrapped the bandage and revealed the wound.

The blood should have stopped, and the wound was black.

"That's good, um, are you planning to take a bath, need the tub?"

"No, my lord."

"Oh, then, is the interrogation over there finished?"

"Not yet."

"Um... then, what's the matter?"

Liang Cheng was silent.

A'Ming's words were still echoing in his ears, but he suddenly found himself unable to say how to put it exactly.

"Something wrong?"

Zheng Fan asked again.

Liang Cheng opened his mouth.

Zheng Fan was a little anxious, but he still patiently put his hand on Liang Cheng's shoulder.

"If there's something, you can tell me, although I know I can't do anything, I can still be a listener."

Liang Cheng lowered his head and looked at the hand on his shoulder, and then, as if possessed, he also reached out and put his hand on Zheng Fan's shoulder.

"............" Zheng Fan.

Under the night,

At the door of the room with the bathtub,

Two men, each with a hand on the other's shoulder,

This scene,

Reminded Zheng Fan of the works of those colleagues who drew in another style direction.

Zheng Fan wasn't a fan of that style of work, but he couldn't deny the huge fanbase and influence that those works had.

But when this scene happened to him, the discomfort felt as if countless ants were scurrying all over him.

"My lord, next time, if there's something, you don't need to step forward."

"Um?"

"To put it bluntly, we ourselves know that we can't even be considered human. If we're gone, we're gone, but you're different, my lord."

"That, seems too distant."

"In short, this time's incident will not happen again. Next time, we will not let you fall into danger again, unless, we are all dead."

Well,

So sincere all of a sudden, late at night...

Zheng Fan seemed to get some goosebumps, and then the urgency in that area became even more intense.

But Zheng Fan still nodded very seriously and said, "I know, and I believe you."

Saying that,

He patted Liang Cheng's shoulder forcefully again.

Hiss...

He was about to burst.

"I'm going to go see how the interrogation is going."

Leaving these words, Zheng Fan rushed into the courtyard.

And Liang Cheng, who continued to stand at the door, closed his eyes and clenched his fists. Recalling his performance just now, and the words he had just said, it was really embarrassing to the point of wanting to go berserk!

He was a zombie, a zombie, a zombie!!!

If there was an unrelated passerby in front of him, Liang Cheng would probably rush over and tear him apart!

But in the next moment,

Liang Cheng suddenly froze.

He lowered his head again in some astonishment,

He saw,

At the location of the wound on his chest,

A wisp of black zombie *sha qi* (煞气, malevolent energy) began to emanate!