The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 219: Aren’t zombies all beasts that eat raw meat and drink blood?

"What's there to be happy about living in the same room with a bastard like you?" Mu Xin snorted coldly, and his words were not polite at all.

Ming Xiche laughed instead of getting angry, "Why didn't I realize before that you have such a quick temper? Could it be that Yan Shaohui spoiled you? When you were with me before, you were like a docile little kitten."

"..."Mu Xin rolled his eyes and didn't want to respond at all.

Ming Xiche played with the iron chain tied to Mu Xin's hand, then suddenly exerted force and pulled the person in front of him.

Because of the pulling and tugging, Mu Xin fell on Ming Xiche's legs. He tried to get up in a hurry, but Ming Xiche held him down and prevented him from moving.

Ming Xiche whispered in Mu Xin's ear: "Actually, I've always wanted to ask, how does the drug that will kill you taste?"

Mu Xin had been struggling, but when he heard these words, he was stunned.

What exactly does Ming Xiche mean by this sentence?

This question was like a parrot with its wings spread, circling in his brain with its wings flapping, its beak repeating over and over what Ming Xiche had just said, making Mu Xin upset and unable to think rationally.

It wasn't until Mu Xin was locked in a small independent cubicle that he came to his senses.

"This, how is this possible?" Mu Xin felt that what Ming Xiche said just now was a fantasy. He had never thought that there were people like him who were reborn.

He sat on the single steel bed with his knees hugged, his eyes a little dim at this moment, and he suddenly felt reluctant to accept this fact.

The compartment where Mu Xin was located had no windows, so no light could get in. There was a weak small electric light above his head that kept the compartment bright.

Mu Xin no longer knew how long Ming Xiche had locked him up here. Every day there was nothing else to do except sitting cross-legged on the bed and practicing his internal skills.

Until one day, the small cubicle where Mu Xin was was opened by a mutant. The moment the door opened, the light coming in made Mu Xin subconsciously cover his eyes with his hands.

Before Mu Xin could adapt, the mutant blindfolded him with a cloth and took him out of the compartment.

Mu Xin didn't know how long the mutant dragged him, nor did he know where the destination was. He just followed the mutant in silence.

Mu Xin counted silently in his mind, until he counted to more than three thousand, the mutant pushed him forward, he staggered to his feet, and then tore the thing off his eyes.

The light in the eyes made Mu Xin unable to adapt for a while, so he could only close his eyes until he could adapt and then opened his eyes.

Then he found that he was brought by the mutant to a place with beautiful and gorgeous decoration. An extended retro long table was filled with a variety of delicious food, flickering candles, mellow red wine, and pleasant instrumental music. It was obviously a candlelight dinner.

It’s a pity that Mu Xin was not in the mood to enjoy these things at the moment.

Because the presence of one person was really unappetizing - Mu Xin saw that at the other end of the table not far away, Ming Xiche was sitting in a chair wearing a white suit.

At this moment, he smiled very gently and innocently, but Mu Xin felt nauseous when he saw it.

"Please sit down." Ming Xiche stood up, pulled out the chair next to Mu Xin, and invited Mu Xin to sit down like a gentleman.

Mu Xin didn't hesitate to walk over and sat down on the seat.

Ming Xiche returned to his seat, then he snapped his fingers, and a mutant dressed as a waiter walked out expressionlessly and began to pour red wine for Mu Xin and Ming Xiche.

Mu Xin looked at the scene in front of him coldly, as if he was watching a play.

"Ming Xiche, what on earth do you want to do?"

"I just want to have a delicious dinner with you. Is this not possible?" Ming Xiche had an innocent and hurt expression on his face, as if Mu Xin's cold words hurt him.

Mu Xin just sneered, "Do you still like to eat these cooked foods now? Aren't zombies all beasts that eat raw meat and drink blood?"

Ming Xiche's grip on the knife and fork tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand suddenly bulged. He took a deep breath and endured it.

"What are you talking about? How come I don't understand?" Ming Xiche started to pretend to be ignorant.

Mu Xin leaned back in his chair, tilting his head to look at Ming Xiche who pretended to be confused, "My memory is not bad. I remember that you were bitten by a zombie."

"Yes, but so what? If you say that I am a zombie, isn't it a bit far-fetched to just rely on this one point?" Ming Xiche raised his eyebrows.

"Heh," Mu Xin chuckled, "How do you explain those green eyes of yours?"

Ming Xiche touched the corner of his eye and laughed, "That's right, these eyes are really special, aren't they?"

"You've been locked up for such a long time, I'm sure you're not used to the food in prison. Let's not talk about it for now and just eat, okay?" Ming Xiche said with a smile.

Mu Xin raised the iron chain on his hand and said, "You want me to eat this thing? You don't think it's weird, but I feel uncomfortable. Okay!"

Ming Xiche curled the corners of his mouth, and then asked someone to take off the chain on Mu Xin's hand.

Mu Xin's wrists were a little blue and purple because they had been locked with chains for a long time. The color was particularly eye-catching against his fair skin, but he didn't care much about it. He just moved his wrists, picked up the knife and fork and started eating, not being polite to Ming Xiche at all.

Just as Ming Xiche said, he had been locked up for so long that the food he ate every day was simply inedible. Now that he finally had a good meal, of course he had to eat to his heart's content.

Anyway, Ming Xiche was willing to call me here, so he probably had something to say to me, and he definitely wouldn't poison me.

So Mu Xin ate with confidence and finished the steak on the plate in a short while.

"I didn't expect you could get steak. That's rare." Mu Xin wiped his mouth and said to Ming Xi Che with satisfaction.

"Now there is nothing I can't do, only things I don't want to do." Ming Xiche said very confidently.

Mu Xin shrugged and said nothing.

"Don't you have anything you want to ask me?" Ming Xiche raised his eyebrows and asked.

"If I ask, will you answer?" Mu Xin asked back.

"It seems that there is nothing I can't answer now." Ming Xiche answered, but his answer was a little ambiguous.

Although Mu Xin knew it, he didn't care.

"When did you recover your memories of your past life?"

"After being bitten by a zombie."

"So what's your situation now?" After all, those dark green eyes... are exactly the same as the eyes of those SSS-level zombies.

"As you can see...but I don't eat raw meat." Ming Xiche said, cut a piece of steak, put it into his mouth, and then frowned.

The meat was a bit salty.

"What is your purpose in targeting the First Base?" This is actually the question Mu Xin wanted to ask.

Ming Xiche put down his knife and fork, then propped up his chin and looked at Mu Xin standing opposite him. His lips were slightly raised, and the color in his eyes was dark and unclear. His evil look made Mu Xin feel a little numb on his back.

"My target is not just the First Base."

Ming Xiche raised his hand and gently pushed the candlestick in front of him, and the candlestick fell onto the table. The flames instantly spread to the entire table, and the originally exquisite tablecloth and food were all swallowed by the flames.

"All humans are my targets. Your base is just the first step."

"You're crazy!" Mu Xin widened his eyes, pushed the chair away and wanted to take a few steps back, but as soon as he took a step back, the mutant grabbed him. Mu Xin tried to break free from the shackles, but he found it too difficult.

The mutant's hands were like steel and he couldn't break free.

"Look at the mutants that Xiahou Mingjie and I created. They are perfect and powerful. Although humans have superpowers now, compared to those zombies that evolve faster, humans are just fish on the chopping board to be slaughtered." Ming Xiche walked slowly to Mu Xin, stretched out a finger and lifted the other's chin, his tone was very relaxed.

"So, you want to transform all humans into this way?" Mu Xin asked Ming Xiche while struggling hard.

"Why not?"

Ming Xiche pinched Mu Xin's chin tightly. Mu Xin subconsciously gasped in pain and stopped moving.

"Originally, I asked Xia Houshuo to bring you here, just to turn you into a mutant to threaten Yan Shaohui. But I didn't expect you to offer me a buy one get one free deal, so of course I accepted it all. Those people you brought will all become perfect mutants."

Ming Xiche's eyes became more and more crazy and excited. "Just think about it. If the two most powerful people in the First Base become mutants, how much damage will they do? Wouldn't it be easy to attack the First Base at that time?"

"You won't succeed, you lunatic!" Mu Xin turned his head and broke free from Ming Xiche's hand that was pinching his chin, then spat at Ming Xiche's face and cursed.

"Then we'll wait and see!" Ming Xiche laughed cruelly, and then said to the mutant: "Take him to Xiahou Mingjie's laboratory!"

"Yes." The mutant said coldly.

Hearing Ming Xiche say this, Mu Xin's heart suddenly tightened.

It seems that I can't avoid this...

Am I really going to turn into a cold, robot-like mutant? Mu Xin thought to himself as he was put back in chains.

When Mu Xin was brought to Xiahou Mingjie's laboratory, Xiahou Mingjie was studying a zombie that had half of its skull removed. When he saw Mu Xin being brought in, his eyes lit up, brighter than the light bulb above his head.

Mu Xin was forcibly taken to a chair and sat down by the mutant. After that, the mutant stood behind the chair where Mu Xin was sitting, staring at Mu Xin with his empty and turbid eyes. If the other party showed any unusual movement, he could guarantee that he would take action in the next second.

"Long time no see." Xiahou Mingjie wiped his hands, then walked in front of Mu Xin, bent down and looked at Mu Xin who had a cold face opposite him.

"You just came from Mingxi Che's place, right?" Xiahou Mingjie looked Mu Xin up and down, then said with a "tsk tsk" sound, "It's only been three days, how come you've become so thin? It seems like Mingxi Che's people didn't take good care of you."

"..."Mu Xin still didn't speak.

"Guests are here, so we should give them some drinks." After saying this, Xiahou Mingjie turned around and started fiddling with something.

Then after a while, Mu Xin saw Xiahou Mingjie turn around and walk towards him with a measuring cup full of scarlet liquid in his hand.

"What is this?" Mu Xin frowned. His intuition told him that the thing in the measuring cup was not a good thing.

"A magical drink that can change your physique." Xiahou Mingjie smiled brightly, because a strange smile appeared on his feminine face that had not been exposed to the sun for many years.

Mu Xin remembered what Ming Xiche had told him before, that he wanted to turn both himself and Yan Shaohui into mutants.

"Is this the thing you developed that can turn humans into mutants?"

"Yes, as long as you drink it, you will become stronger than you are now. Even if you fight an SSS-level zombie with your bare hands, you can beat the opponent's brains out within ten moves. Isn't that powerful?" Xiahou Mingjie said to Mu Xin in a deceiving voice, as if he was coaxing a child.

Mu Xin watched the measuring cup getting closer and closer to his lips, and he subconsciously stepped back, only to be grabbed by the mutant's iron-like hands on the back of his neck.

The pain in his neck made Mu Xin frown. He looked at Xiahou Mingjie, "Actually, I don't quite understand. Ming Xiche is now a half-zombie, half-human monster. Or he has become a zombie. Why does he still want to make the human group stronger?"

Xiahou Mingjie didn't expect Mu Xin to ask this. He stopped trying to feed Mu Xin medicine, tilted his head and thought for a while, then chuckled and said, "Do you think these mutants are still human?"

Mu Xin frowned even more tightly, "What do you mean?"

"Let me put it this way. Ming Xiche now hates humans to the same degree that humans hate zombies. He wishes all the zombies' heads would explode and disappear from the earth forever."

Xiahou Mingjie shook the measuring cup, and the scarlet liquid inside swayed. It was as thick as blood, which was very strange.

"These mutants are extremely powerful, but they don't have their own thoughts. They are like robots and can only understand their masters' orders to complete tasks."

Mu Xin narrowed his eyes, "So, Ming Xiche wants to build a mutant army, and then..."

"Conquer all human bases, mutate all humans, and finally expand the territory step by step to become the overlord."

Xiahou Mingjie shrugged and completed what Mu Xin had not finished saying.

This terrifying news seemed absurd to Mu Xin, just like the news that "aliens are about to attack the earth", but it also had infinite possibilities.