Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 11 – Weapon Manufacturing Plan

When Lin Fan was woken by her phone’s alarm, it was already eight in the morning.

She had just started to sit up when a sharp, intense soreness instantly washed over her entire body.

“Hiss…”

Her shoulders ached, her arms ached, her waist ached, and even her thighs and calves were throbbing with a dull pain.

The consequences of yesterday’s overloaded exercise from moving supplies were finally making themselves known.

Lin Fan struggled out of bed, every movement drawing a protest from her muscles.

She slowly walked to the mirror, gently moving her stiff joints.

Anyone who’s worked out would know.

On the second day after strength training, the lactic acid buildup makes your whole body feel as if it’s been run over by a truck.

You often don’t feel much on the day itself; the second day is the real torture.

Lin Fan frowned.

In her current physical state, if she forced herself to go out and ran into a zombie horde, even escaping would be a problem.

Besides, the zombies weren’t slow and lumbering like in the movies.

On the contrary, they were even faster than ordinary people.

Unfettered by reason, unconcerned with stamina, and driven purely by instinct, the zombies’ explosive power was terrifying.

“Looks like I’ll have to rest for a day.”

The outdoor supply store was two kilometers from the residential complex. Using a vehicle would be too loud and would easily attract the attention of zombies.

She had to go on foot.

But not today.

Lin Fan walked to her wardrobe to pick out her clothes for the day.

Since she wasn’t going out, she didn’t need such heavy protection.

She took out a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra, the same style as yesterday’s.

Then, from a drawer, she pulled out a pair of sheer stockings.

The black yoga pants clung to her skin, exquisitely outlining the curves of her hips and legs.

The white sports bra encased her full chest, its shape faintly visible beneath the fabric.

Her figure was as alluring as ever.

The gossamer-thin stockings enveloped her fair feet, revealing the tempting texture of her skin.

Her toes were painted with silver nail polish, sparkling in the morning light.

She slipped on a pair of slippers and walked out of the room.

In the living room, Zhou Ming was already awake.

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He was sitting on the sofa, and the moment he saw Lin Fan appear, his gaze was instantly glued to her.

Those silk incarcerations made him gulp involuntarily.

“Good morning, Ming-ge.”

Lin Fan’s voice was soft and sweet, as if carrying the morning dew.

“G-good morning.”

Zhou Ming stammered in reply, trying to tear his eyes away from her beautiful feet.

But he couldn’t help sneaking another glance soon after.

Lin Fan walked to the kitchen and began to prepare breakfast.

Canned meat, served with white bread and milk.

It was simple, but in the apocalypse, it was already a luxury breakfast.

“Ruyan, you look a little tired today,” Zhou Ming asked with concern.

“I moved too many things yesterday. My whole body is sore now.”

Lin Fan gently rubbed her shoulder, putting on a pitiful expression.

“Especially my waist and legs. I feel like I can’t even lift them.”

Zhou Ming’s heart immediately ached for her.

“It’s all my fault. I should have moved everything myself.”

“It’s not your fault. We’re in this together,” Lin Fan said with a gentle smile, carrying the prepared breakfast to the dining table.

The two ate in silence.

Zhou Ming would steal glances at Lin Fan from time to time, especially at her silk incarcerations.

Whenever she moved her ankles slightly, his heart would beat a little faster.

“Ming-ge.”

Lin Fan suddenly spoke.

“You’re a fitness instructor, so you must know about massage, right?”

Zhou Ming nodded.

“I know some recovery massage techniques. They can relieve muscle soreness.”

“Then…”

Lin Fan bit her lower lip, looking as if she wanted to say something but was hesitating.

“Can you give me a massage? I’m really in a lot of pain.”

The question struck Zhou Ming like a bolt of lightning.

His goddess wanted him to give her a massage?

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This was something that only happened in dreams!

“Of course!”

Zhou Ming practically jumped to his feet as he answered.

“I’ll go get ready right away!”

Lin Fan found a yoga mat in her room and spread it on the living room floor.

Then, she slowly lay down on her stomach.

The yoga pants clung tightly to the curve of her hips, outlining a perfect arc.

Her slender waist was faintly visible as she moved.

And those beautiful feet nearly made Zhou Ming lose control.

“Start with the shoulders,” Lin Fan said, turning her face to the side, her voice tinged with a hint of languor. “A little more pressure is fine. Don’t be afraid of hurting me.”

Zhou Ming took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

He knelt beside Lin Fan and gently placed his palms on her shoulders.

Her warmth was transmitted through the thin fabric.

He began to use professional techniques, slowly pressing on her shoulder and neck area.

“Mmm…”

Lin Fan let out a satisfied moan.

“Just like that. It feels so much better.”

Zhou Ming’s technique was indeed professional.

As a fitness instructor, he had a thorough knowledge of human muscle structure.

Every press was just right, relieving the soreness without causing discomfort.

Lin Fan could indeed feel the tension in her muscles gradually relaxing.

“A little lower. My back is sore too.”

Zhou Ming’s hands slowly moved down, pressing on her back.

Through the thin sports bra, he could clearly feel the softness and warmth of her skin.

“Further down… my waist.”

Lin Fan’s voice grew more and more languid.

Zhou Ming’s hands moved to her waist, where the muscles were indeed very tight.

He used his thumbs to slowly press the acupoints along both sides of her spine.

“Ah… that feels so good.”

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Lin Fan couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.

The sound made Zhou Ming tremble, and he almost lost his composure.

“Massage my legs too, please. I walked too much yesterday.”

Zhou Ming’s hands moved to her thighs.

The fabric of the yoga pants was smooth and form-fitting, outlining the perfect lines of her legs.

Zhou Ming increased the pressure, carefully massaging every inch of skin along the muscle texture of her thighs.

When his hands moved to her calves, those beautiful feet were right before his eyes.

Zhou Ming felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Massage my ankle too, please. I twisted it yesterday,” Lin Fan said softly.

With a trembling hand, Zhou Ming reached out and gently held her ankle.

The skin beneath the stocking was smooth and delicate.

He used professional techniques to massage her ankle and the arch of her foot.

“Mmm… that feels amazing.”

Lin Fan squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

A full half-hour massage had relieved most of her muscle soreness.

“Thank you, Ming-ge.”

She slowly sat up and gave Zhou Ming a sweet smile.

“Your technique is really good. I feel so much better.”

Zhou Ming’s face was as red as a ripe apple.

“You’re… you’re welcome. It was nothing.”

Lin Fan stood up and stretched her body.

The soreness had indeed lessened a lot.

“Since we’re not going out today, I want to make a few things.”

She walked to the kitchen and began to rummage for tools.

“Make what?” Zhou Ming asked curiously.

“Weapons.”

Lin Fan’s voice suddenly became calm and firm.

“Yesterday’s kitchen knives and mop handle were too crude. We need better weapons to deal with the zombies.”

She pulled a hammer, a screwdriver, and a roll of duct tape from the toolbox.

Then she took out yesterday’s mop handle and some nails.

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“What kind of weapon are you making?”

Zhou Ming walked over, looking at the materials in her hands.

“A spiked club.”

Lin Fan held up the wooden stick, gesturing on it.

“We’ll hammer nails all over the stick to increase its lethality.”

“And this.”

She picked up a meat cleaver from the kitchen and placed a rolling pin next to it.

“We’ll tie the blade to the rolling pin to make a long-handled axe. It’ll increase our attack range and prevent zombies from getting too close.”

Watching her seriously planning the weapon construction, Zhou Ming felt a surge of admiration.

This seemingly delicate goddess was so calm and rational at critical moments.

“I’ll help you.”

He took the initiative to pick up the hammer and nails.

“I’m strong. Leave the hammering to me.”

Lin Fan nodded and handed him a wooden stick.

“The nails need to be evenly distributed. The spacing can’t be too wide or too dense. If it’s too dense, it’ll get stuck in a zombie’s body and be hard to pull out.”

Following her instructions, Zhou Ming began to hammer nails into the wooden stick.

Each nail exposed a sharp point, glinting coldly in the sunlight.

Lin Fan, meanwhile, began to make the long-handled axe.

She used duct tape to securely fasten the meat cleaver to one end of the rolling pin, wrapping it again and again to ensure it would absolutely not come loose.

“This way, the attack range can reach one-point-two meters. It’s much more practical than yesterday’s two kitchen knives.”

The two focused on making their weapons, the only sound in the living room being the tapping of the hammer.

Half an hour later, the spiked club and a long-handled axe were complete.

Lin Fan picked up the spiked club, testing its weight in her hand.

“The weight is just right. It won’t be too strenuous to swing, but it has enough killing power.”

She then tested the feel of the long-handled axe.

Finally, she picked up a stainless steel pot lid from a corner of the kitchen.

Using duct tape, she tightly bound together the corrugated cardboard arm guards she had taken off yesterday.

She fashioned it into a simple shield.

“Tomorrow, we’ll use these to clear out the outdoor supply store.”