Chapter 330: Hostage?

Wang Ge stared dully at the aluminum foil in his hand for a while, his dark brown eyes turned back to Bai Yifan.

With a hint of disdain.

Too little.

Bai Yifan touched his nose and said, embarrassed, "I’ll give you more when I’m free! I only brought a little today, ate quite a bit on the road."

Wang Ge saved him, and giving him milk tablets is just a way to express his gratitude.

It hurts to part with it.

But Bai Yifan considers himself quite valuable, at least more valuable than these few milk tablets.

Wang Ge furrowed his handsome eyebrows, silently withdrew his hand.

Long fingers peeled back the aluminum foil, ready to eat, but hesitated and wrapped it back up, putting it in his pocket.

Forget it, save some.

No knowing when Bai Yifan might end up killed by him, better to keep some for later.

"Wang Ge, why did you run out here alone again?"

Bai Yifan looked at Wang Ge’s fair face and asked.

Wang Ge gave Bai Yifan a wooden glance and said nothing.

Bai Yifan didn’t get upset either; mental patients are like this.

"Wang Ge, why is your face so white, did you put on powder?"

Bai Yifan curiously took two steps towards Wang Ge, looked at his face and neck.

The color of the face and neck seemed a bit different.

Looks like he used two different shades of powder.

Especially the part of the jawline, the color seemed unnatural, like deliberately covering something up.

This was all just Bai Yifan’s intuition; truly looking wouldn’t reveal any visible differences.

Wang Ge imperceptibly furrowed his eyebrows, slowly took a step back.

"The peach tree saved you, got to pay extra!"

Wang Ge suddenly spoke.

Wang Ge’s voice smoothly shifted Bai Yifan’s attention a bit.

"Money? I have no money! No crystal cores either!"

Bai Yifan rubbed his hands, a bit embarrassed.

He hadn’t hunted many zombies, naturally had no crystal cores.

Even if he did, they would all be handed over.

Pre-apocalypse or post-apocalypse, Bai Yifan was always the poorest.

"Money."

Wang Ge pinched the milk tablet wrapped in aluminum foil, clearly enunciating the word.

Bai Yifan held his forehead, a hint of distress crossed his face.

Why did this kid get addicted after just one taste!

These milk tablets are far pricier than money, given by Zhang Yiming, milk powder + Bai Yifan personally hammered them out with a small hammer.

"Fine, when I’m free, I’ll bring you some."

Bai Yifan endured the distress, nodded.

His own life is obviously important, more important than milk tablets; thinking like this, Bai Yifan opened up.

Friends are everywhere, bosom friends are hard to find.

Wang Ge also loves milk tablets, Bai Yifan thinks he has good taste.

Children with taste aren’t likely to have bad character.

Wang Ge’s dark brown eyes flickered, his face still bore a wooden expression, standing motionless.

The sun’s scorching rays fell on him, his handsome and delicate face appeared lively and spirited in the sunlight, even standing expressionless, looking more spirited than most survivors.

Bai Yifan asked a few more questions, Wang Ge either stayed silent or said things Bai Yifan didn’t understand.

All held the stance that he was a peach tree.

Bai Yifan sighed slightly, looking at the teenager about the same age as himself, with regret.

So young, gone crazy like this, such a pity.

"Let’s go! I’ll take you to find your dad!"

Bai Yifan reached out a finger, tugged Wang Ge’s clothes, preparing to take Wang Ge back to the village.

Maybe Dean Wang discovers his son missing, would come back to search.

Wang Ge stood still, no matter how much Bai Yifan pulled, he didn’t budge.

"Fellow big tree, I now want to transplant you to the village, there are plenty of milk tablets there, would you like to go?"

Bai Yifan knew mental patients are hard to coax, could only intentionally use a childish tone.

Just like a kindergarten teacher speaking to little children.

Wang Ge stood expressionless, subtly twitching his face.

Bai Yifan raised an eyebrow, seeing no response from Wang Ge, then increased his pulling force.

Bai Yifan felt the pulling and tugging in broad daylight affected the cityscape.

If clothes tore, it would be another story.

So Bai Yifan changed to leading Wang Ge towards the village.

His hand pressed just right against Wang Ge’s chest.

Yesterday, Bai Yifan punched there.

Together with his embarrassed escape yesterday, while commanding other zombies to self-destruct, Wang Ge faced impact, his expressionless face furrowed, he pushed Bai Yifan away.

A hint of hostility flashed in his eyes.

He came here to take a hostage, then storm back into the village.

No matter what, he must capture people and zombies in the village.

With them around, the experiment would surely excel.

The moment Bai Yifan stepped out of the village, he knew it, even the "hero saves the beauty" scene just now was his arrangement.

Wang Ge’s fingers lifted, forcefully pressed on Bai Yifan’s shoulder, fingers tightened, starting to exert strength.

Nails nearly embedded into the flesh.

Bai Yifan confusedly glanced at his shoulder, the pain from it.

"Wang Ge, what are you doing?" Bai Yifan raised a smile, "Is the peach tree thirsty?"

Bai Yifan’s smile was gentle, devoid of any other emotion, only smiling for the sake of smiling, clean and pure.

Wang Ge squinted his eyes, fingers continued exerting strength.

His target was Bai Yifan’s cervical vertebra.

His favorite was snapping the neck of a human or zombie, observing them struggle before death.

As long as the hostage remains alive, it doesn’t matter if they die.

Since childhood, he’s enjoyed observing gruesome and bloody things, bringing immense satisfaction to his heart.

"Wang Ge, you’re about to squeeze me to death, if you do, you’ll have no milk tablets to eat."

Bai Yifan’s face started to pale.

Don’t underestimate Wang Ge, the mental patient, his strength and superpower are far greater than Bai Yifan’s.

Even now, Bai Yifan thinks Wang Ge lost it, not realizing his actions placed him in immense danger.

Bai Yifan’s face turned pale, yet still didn’t fight back, though he had a dagger on him, never drew it.

Wang Ge even heard the creaking sound from Bai Yifan’s bones.

Yet, his face maintained a gentle smile, attempting to reason with him.

Wang Ge’s fingers slightly paused, the hostility in his dark brown eyes diminished a bit, his body still wrapped in a faint aura of killing intent.

His fingers ceased exerting strength, but didn’t retract them.

Bai Yifan slightly exhaled.

"Wang Ge, you... thirsty? I’ll treat you to a drink back home?"

Bai Yifan looked at Wang Ge’s fair face.

Upon closer inspection, found Wang Ge’s face truly pale, without powder.

Only the jawline looked different from the face, seemingly deliberately applying a layer of powder, obscuring the originally fair skin.

Wang Ge glanced at Bai Yifan, only to see those dark eyes staring straight at his jawline.

Wang Ge suddenly let go, stepped back.

"Hiss――"

Bai Yifan’s fingers covered his shoulder, drew a sharp breath.

The pain was truly painful.

Comparable to the pain inflicted by dad using Seven Wolves.

Wang Ge glanced at Bai Yifan’s shoulder, turned and left.

"Hey!"

Bai Yifan intended to chase that madman, but Wang Ge left swiftly, quickly vanishing.

Bai Yifan dared not wander aimlessly without a guardian, afraid of encountering zombies again.

Besides, Wang Ge’s superpower was far superior to his own.

After confirming Wang Ge disappeared without a trace, Bai Yifan, clutching his shoulder, headed towards the village.