Chapter 45: His Heart Resembles Mine (2)

Chapter 45: His Heart Resembles Mine (2)

The original owner wasn't too miserable. From birth, she was abandoned in this secluded villa at the outskirts of the city. She lacked neither food nor clothing, and there were even private tutors to teach her. However, she was constantly monitored and had never set foot outside for eighteen years.

Since young, she had only been surrounded by a few stern servants. The tutors who taught her lessons fulfilled their duties but never bothered to engage her in idle chatter.

Gradually, the original owner became increasingly introverted and timid.

After eighteen years of monotonous and uninteresting life, a few days ago, the sky turned ominously blood-red at dusk, an eerie sight. That night, she suddenly fell ill with a high fever and slipped into unconsciousness.

Upon finally awakening, she drew the curtains only to come face-to-face with a terrifying zombie, and thus, was frightened to death!

Zhen Shan: "…" Empress couldn't find the words to comment on the original owner's manner of death.

Surviving the zombie virus only to be scared to death by a zombie—it was indeed a frustrating way to go.

Zhen Shan rubbed her forehead.

However, she had no regrets about the original owner's life in this world.

Despite the fact that the Zhen family showed her no affection, they had never mistreated her either. The intricacies of their relationship were a tangled web, with no clear right or wrong.

Zhen Shan massaged her forehead and stood up, walking over to the computer desk. Relying on her original body's memory, she turned it on and searched for information about the current state of the world.

Fortunately, the power grid and internet were still functioning.

Zombies signified doomsday, a crisis in which humanity faced eradication, much like the dinosaurs did millions of years ago.

The entire world was now gripped by fear and anxiety. The Federation responded swiftly, beginning within a few days to clean up the zombies centered around the Imperial Capital Technology City, establishing a major base.

Simultaneously, they dispatched considerable resources to rescue people in various locations, urging the surviving humans to unite against the zombies and rebuild their homes.

But from another perspective, even in the face of doomsday, the seven major conglomerates maintained their tight grip on the world.

Zhen Shan's eyes swept indifferently over the inspirational messages calling for salvation. She clicked on a post that analyzed two types of human mutations after the apocalypse: deformed mutations, which turned people into zombies, and positive mutations, granting them different abilities.

Her gaze flickered slightly as she raised her hand, her fingertips enveloped in a creamy white glow. She sensed the warmth of this power.

This was the extremely rare and precious light ability mentioned in the post, also known as the healing ability?

Indeed, it was quite miraculous!

"Huh!"

A sudden uproar of zombie roars, gunshots, and a man's curses echoed from downstairs.

What truly caught her attention, however, was the second crystal heart on the Scroll of Deification glowing brightly.

Zhen Shan smiled gently. In her previous life, she was a little monk with a pure Buddha's heart. What about this life?

The Empress was quite looking forward to it.

She closed the notebook calmly, stood up, walked to the large wardrobe, and listened to the footsteps coming upstairs. Extending her hand, she opened the wardrobe door...

Bam!

The room door was violently smashed open.

Two men and a woman cautiously entered, all holding guns.

"No one, big brother," the man with multicolored hair glanced at the bald man beside him and said through a cigarette.

"Pfft, this is probably another villa belonging to one of those seven ghostly family's illegitimate daughters."

The woman with red curly hair was more observant. She spat, her tone laced with either sarcasm or envy.

Of course, she wasn't envious of the owner living here, but rather the seven influential conglomerate families who held the world's fate in their hands.

"What do you think, Brother Yan?"

The woman turned her head, looking at the man standing by the door like a little girl. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, exuding elegance and warmth. His gentle smile was like a refreshing morning breeze, akin to a kind neighborly older brother.

Yan Xifeng didn't reply; instead, he stepped into the room, his gaze scanning before pausing on a large wardrobe.

"Brother Yan, is there something wrong?"

The two men with stern appearances asked respectfully and cautiously.

It was evident that these three were led by the handsome and refined Wen Ya.

Yan Xifeng's subtle vitreous eyes flickered slightly as he strolled leisurely toward the large wardrobe.

Bang!

A thud echoed from the wardrobe, causing the trio's expressions to shift. They promptly raised their guns in alarm.

Yan Xifeng's expression remained unperturbed as his slender, bone-defined hand, pale and translucent, rested on the closet door. With a smooth motion, he slid it open to one side.

A glimmer of light illuminated Zhen Shan's vision, and she covered her mouth with a gasp. Her large phoenix-like eyes widened, their purity and innocence resembling two limpid lakes that one could see through to the bottom. They shimmered with tears, on the verge of falling yet hesitantly held back, evoking both charm and sympathy.

At the sudden sight of a stranger, she appeared utterly terrified, instinctively curling up into a tiny shivering ball.

A flicker of surprise crossed Yan Xifeng's eyes, as if he was momentarily enchanted by the little angel hiding in the wardrobe.

Then, his elegant gaze softened, and the smile on his lips deepened. His low voice resonated like an ancient mountain zither and gentle flowing waters, crisp and pure. "It's alright now, come out."

Zhen Shan buried her face in her knees.

"Come here," Yan Xifeng reached out, speaking softly.

Zhen Shan seemed oblivious to his voice, remaining curled up motionless.

Yan Xifeng was exceedingly patient, extending his hand and waiting quietly for her.

After a long while, Zhen Shan cautiously lifted her head. Her innocent, fluffy phoenix eyes, resembling those of a startled little rabbit, shrank back upon meeting Yan Xifeng's gentle smile.

"Don't be afraid."

Perceiving no malice in him, she pressed her lips together, held onto her clothes with her small hands, and then gradually placed her hand in his palm.

"What a lovely young lady," Yan Xifeng chuckled softly, exerting a gentle force to lift her partially out of the wardrobe.

Zhen Shan had never been so intimately close to anyone before. In that moment, her body stiffened like wood.

Yan Xifeng released her with gentlemanly grace. His subtle eyes held a smile as he asked in a warm voice, "Are you the owner of this residence?"

Zhen Shan lowered her gaze, nervously twisting her skirt between her hands. She nodded her head lightly.

"I am Yan Xifeng. Beautiful lady, would you grace me with your name?"

"Zhen... Zhen Shan."

Her voice was soft and sweet, yet not cloying, akin to the subtle fragrance of jasmine.

Upon seeing Zhen Shan, the trio standing by were also stunned.

Having lived in the information age, they'd seen all sorts of beauties on television and the internet, but none were as pure and enchanting as this woman before them.

She wore a pristine white dress that accentuated her snow-white complexion. Perhaps due to spending most of her time indoors, her exquisite face lacked a rosy glow. Her cherry lips were tender and luscious, while her raven-black, silky hair was half-fastened with a crystal clip, giving her the appearance of an innocent maiden as pure as snow.

Both men couldn't take their eyes off her, while the women, after their initial shock, regarded Zhen Shan with envy.

They envied not only her beauty but also her proximity to Yan Xifeng. Despite his gentle demeanor towards Wen Ya, they had witnessed during the past two days how terrifying this man could be. One moment he would be jovial, and the next, he could throw someone into a horde of zombies.

Moreover, he disliked others getting too close to him. Although women were infatuated with this handsome and powerful man, they dared not approach him. Yet, a newly acquainted little vixen was now receiving his favor. How could this not provoke jealousy in the women?