Chapter 215: Death Cycle (XIII)

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Chapter 215: Death Cycle (XIII)

Di Kui swaggered back into the base with Shang Ke as if nothing had happened, showing not the slightest awareness that his identity had already been exposed.

The moment they entered the room, Shang Ke was pushed down against the head of the bed. His clothes tore apart unnaturally and scattered across the floor, while his lips were sealed in a fierce kiss. The force was overwhelming, charged with a passion almost impossible to resist.

“Slow down…” Shang Ke clutched Di Kui’s shoulders, struggling to keep up with his pace.

Di Kui gave him no time to adjust. His hands roamed over Shang Ke with impatient urgency, and he even remembered to put every half-baked trick he had learned last time into practice. He still had trouble controlling his strength, but at least he no longer left Shang Ke battered all over—only the occasional bite mark or scratch.

Shang Ke once again confirmed that his physical constitution had become far stronger than before. Even so… the sudden intrusion into his body still exceeded what he could comfortably bear.

“I said slow down!” Shang Ke gritted his teeth and yanked hard on Di Kui’s hair, trying to distract him long enough to make him ease up. Yet he had no idea what Di Kui’s hair was made of—no matter how hard he pulled, he could not tear out a single strand!

“Shang Ke, Shang Ke… Keke…” The deep voice, carried on scorching breath, brushed past Shang Ke’s ear. The instant he heard the nickname “Keke,” warmth surged through his chest. Feelings buried deep in his soul rose like a tide, sweeping over him until he forgot the pain completely.

“Di Kui…” This man had accompanied him through countless reincarnations and endured hardship after hardship beside him. Even without his memories, he would fall in love with Shang Ke again and again—without hesitation, without regret.

“Ah!” Scorching desire drove suddenly into him, and the impact that followed became a surging wave that swallowed their intertwined bodies whole…

Huo Xuan returned to the base with the injured Zuo Xian. Almost unconsciously, he swept his perception across Shang Ke’s room—only to discover that someone was inside.

They had come back to the base? Even after Huo Xuan had discovered their identities, they still dared remain within human territory? Then again, why would they not dare? With Di Kui’s strength, he had no reason to fear causing trouble. Huo Xuan was the one constrained here; he could not fight inside the base without causing needless casualties.

“Huo Xuan, we should issue an alert immediately and put everyone on guard,” Zuo Xian suggested.

“An alert would only create panic. It would accomplish nothing.” The Zombie King’s name had been feared for years, but who could actually kill him? Even someone as powerful as Huo Xuan could only fight him to a standstill. The Bright Realm Sword Body could withstand Di Kui’s attacks, but it could not defeat him.

“Are we really going to let them run wild inside a human base?” Zuo Xian was deeply wary of the Zombie King’s strength and equally displeased by Shang Ke’s arrogance. Although Huo Xuan believed Shang Ke might be capable of restraining the Zombie King, Zuo Xian still could not accept the idea.

Huo Xuan considered it for a moment. “I’ll follow them.”

“What?” Zuo Xian stared at him in disbelief.

“As long as I keep watch over him, the Zombie King won’t have an opportunity to slaughter people in human territory.” Huo Xuan leaned against the window and extended his perception, letting it linger around Shang Ke’s room.

“Absolutely not!” Zuo Xian strongly objected. “You’re humanity’s leader. You can’t put yourself in danger like that. Besides, the base can’t do without you for its construction and governance. Are you really going to abandon all of that just to monitor the Zombie King and trail after them like a retainer?”

Huo Xuan gazed out the window and said calmly, “If we can make the Zombie King follow us of his own accord, then none of the problems you’re worried about will be problems anymore.”

“Make the Zombie King follow us? How is that even possible?” Zuo Xian thought he had lost his mind.

Huo Xuan said nothing more. An unreadable light flickered in his eyes.

Night fell, and blue lamps lit one after another throughout the base, turning it into a hazy sea of light. Zombies were said to have poor sensitivity to blue, so blue lighting generally did not attract their attention.

A faint glow filtered through the window and spilled into the dim, disordered room.

Shang Ke woke amid rhythmic movement. The friction of bare skin against bare skin sent shudders through his whole body. He lay on his stomach, clutching the pillow tightly as he endured the thrusts from behind.

By now, Shang Ke had lost count of how many times he had “died and come back to life.” He only knew that every time Di Kui climaxed, he went through another bout of viral infection. With each repetition, his immunity grew stronger. At first he remained dead for three to five minutes; later he needed only a dozen seconds to recover. Eventually, he stopped dying altogether and merely underwent a brief period of zombification.

The room was steeped in the decadent scent of sex, the bed a complete wreck. Every so often, the sounds of rocking and collisions mingled together in the darkness.

Shang Ke glanced at the clock. Five hours had passed since they returned. He was already exhausted, yet the man behind him still showed no sign of stopping.

Shang Ke patiently waited for an intermission, then struggled free of Di Kui’s arms, climbed out of bed, and staggered into the bathroom. He had barely shut the door when he turned around and found Di Kui standing right in front of him.

Shang Ke fumed inwardly: So what if you can teleport? A Zombie King who teleports every chance he gets is the most annoying thing in the world!

Di Kui remained completely oblivious to Shang Ke’s displeasure. He hugged him and continued rubbing against him.

The two stayed in the bathroom for more than two hours. In the end, Di Kui carried Shang Ke back out over his shoulder. The instant he was tossed onto the bed, Shang Ke reacted quickly, snatched the storage box from the table, pulled out a baby bottle, and—just as Di Kui entered him from behind—twisted around and shoved the nipple into his mouth.

Di Kui bit down on the bottle and froze. After a few reluctant, stop-and-start movements, he finally withdrew with obvious reluctance.

Shang Ke collapsed face-first onto the bed and shouted in his heart: Long live the baby bottle!

Di Kui lay beside him, holding the bottle in one hand and Shang Ke’s waist in the other, drinking his milk while staring at him without blinking.

“Di Kui, I’m hungry too,” Shang Ke said.

Di Kui immediately offered him the bottle in his hand. Two neat rows of tooth marks were visible on the nipple.

Shang Ke: “…Thanks, but I want to make something else to eat.”

Di Kui put the bottle back into his own mouth and took several more swallows before slowly removing the arm wrapped around Shang Ke’s waist.

Freed at last, Shang Ke threw on a shirt and, under Di Kui’s burning gaze, walked barefoot into the kitchen.

Before long, the aroma of food drifted out of the kitchen.

Di Kui lounged against the headboard, silently watching Shang Ke’s every movement.

Shang Ke paid no attention to the stare. After enjoying a full meal, he checked the time, returned to the kitchen, and brought out a piece of quick-made cheese. Holding it in front of Di Kui, he said, “This is made entirely from milk. Try it.”

Di Kui looked at fair-skinned Shang Ke, then at the equally white cheese, as though considering which one he wanted to eat first.

Shang Ke scooped up a large spoonful and held it to Di Kui’s mouth.

Di Kui opened his mouth and ate it. Soft, rich, and sweet—just as delicious as Keke’s tongue.

Seeing his visibly satisfied expression, Shang Ke knew this culinary experiment was a success. A certain Zombie King really did have a weakness for dairy products. At last, Shang Ke could expand the menu.

Since they had not left the base yet, he needed to purchase a few more ingredients.

Shang Ke placed an order online and arranged to collect the goods first thing the next morning.

Di Kui remained sprawled on the bed, listening as Shang Ke left the room without following him. His perception extended more than fifty kilometers, and Shang Ke was the only human he cared about. No matter where Shang Ke went, Di Kui could find him immediately.

The transaction went smoothly. What Shang Ke had bought was not in especially high demand; it was simply scarce, which made it rather expensive.

“Shang Ke.”

He had just finished loading the supplies into the car when he heard someone call his name.

Turning around, he found that Huo Xuan had appeared beside him at some point.

“…Something you need?” Shang Ke smiled out of habit. Then he remembered that he was supposed to be building hatred and hurriedly changed his friendly greeting into a lukewarm question—though the smile on his face had no time to disappear.

Huo Xuan was momentarily dazzled by that smile and failed to notice the coldness in his tone. “You’re leaving?”

“Mm.” Shang Ke nodded and went on with what he was doing, wearing an unmistakable air of indifference.

“Where are you planning to go?” Huo Xuan asked.

“Anywhere. North, south, east, west—it doesn’t matter.”

Huo Xuan’s gaze swept over Shang Ke’s neck and arms. His skin was smooth and unblemished, without a trace of bruising. Huo Xuan’s eyes darkened slightly, and for some inexplicable reason, his mood improved.

“Come with me,” Huo Xuan suddenly said.

“What?” Shang Ke stared at him in surprise. Dropping a line like “come with me” without any context was practically begging to be misunderstood, all right?

“Bring the Zombie King and come with me,” Huo Xuan continued. “You know very well how dangerous he is. Leaving him unchecked would expose humanity to unpredictable danger. You may be able to restrain him for now, but who knows when he might lose control? Rather than be caught unprepared later, it would be better to settle him somewhere relatively safe first.”

“And where exactly do you plan to settle him?” Shang Ke asked.

“There’s a small city southwest of the main base. It has roads leading in every direction and a dense surveillance network. Everyone stationed nearby is a Level Six ability user or higher.” Huo Xuan paused, then added, “They may not be able to contend with the Zombie King, but at least they can call me for help before he has time to start a massacre.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” Shang Ke looked up at him. “Are you so sure I won’t join forces with the Zombie King against humanity?”

The corner of Huo Xuan’s mouth lifted slightly. “That depends on whether you accept my proposal.”

And he really… had no reason to refuse.

Shang Ke had planned to follow Huo Xuan in the first place. Now that Huo Xuan had suggested it himself, it saved him a great deal of trouble. As for the small city Huo Xuan mentioned, Shang Ke did not care. Even if a weapon of mass destruction were buried beneath it, it still would not be enough to kill him or Di Kui. An undying body gave a person that kind of confidence.

Naturally, Shang Ke agreed in the end, with one condition: Huo Xuan was not to appear casually in front of Di Kui.

Huo Xuan thought for a moment. “Join the Shadowmoon Mercenary Group. When the time comes, I’ll disguise myself so the Zombie King won’t recognize me.”

Shang Ke gave him a sidelong look. Why are you so determined to travel with us that you’re even willing to disguise yourself? Be honest—what are you plotting?

Huo Xuan seemed not to notice his suspicious stare. “What do you think?” he asked calmly.

What else could he think? He would agree, of course. There was a saying: “Distance lends enchantment.” By the same logic, close contact revealed ugliness.

Shang Ke would do everything in his power to make Huo Xuan dislike him so much that he would want nothing more than to get rid of him!

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