What?! I Became the Zombie Beauty in the Villain’s Arms – CH71

Chapter 71: The Bad Woman Who Steals Men

Pei Xiqing had barely stepped onto the porch and hadn’t even knocked when a violent, heavy crash rattled the wood from the inside.

She and Long Yan traded a sharp, instantaneous look.

“That’s a human body hitting the frame,” Long Yan said flatly.

Without wasting a second, Long Yan shattered the adjacent window glass with her elbow, kicked the remaining shards clear, and vaulted straight into the room. She leveled her service weapon at an old man who was frantically striking someone on the floor with a heavy metal kettle. “Drop the hardware!”

Pei Xiqing quickly peered through the ruined window frame.

Grandma Wang had been violently kicked against the base of the door. Her limbs were twisted at an unnatural angle, blood streaming down her forehead from a deep gash. She had lost consciousness long ago.

“Who the hell are you two?!” the old man roared, turning his aggressive stance toward the window. “I’m teaching this useless old woman a lesson! Mind your own damn business, or I’ll beat you both to death too!”

Bang!

Long Yan fired without hesitation. The high-velocity bullet tore clean through the old man’s palm just as he raised the kettle to strike again.

Watching him collapse onto his knees, wailing and clutching his bloody hand, the doctor let out a cold, disgusted sneer. “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”

After transferring the unconscious old woman to the nearest medical sector, Pei Xiqing remained anchored by her bedside for the entire morning shift. Only after the attending doctor verified that her vital parameters had cleared the danger zone did she let out a slow breath, nodding softly. “Thank you, Doctor.”

“We need to keep the patient under observation for the next few days; her recovery script will likely occupy about a week. Are you registered as her primary family asset?”

“Negative,” Pei Xiqing murmured, looking down. “This grandma has… zero family assets left inside the walls.”

“Her lineage is entirely wiped out?”

“Essentially, yes.”

“Then proceed to the administrative desk to finalize the financial paperwork on her behalf. Our division will allocate a staff attendant to manage her daily needs. Once her physical treatment loop hits one hundred percent, the system will automatically transfer her coordinates to a specialized nursing sanctuary. You can rest assured regarding the conditions there; she will receive maximum care and monitoring.”

“Is that truly guaranteed?”

“The protocol is standard, but you had better extract the patient’s personal consent first. If her mind rejects the transfer, our office cannot force the script.”

The exact second the doctor finalized his brief, the old woman on the mattress slowly fluttered her eyelids open. Reaching out with trembling fingers, she weakly gripped Pei Xiqing’s wrist. “Good child… go clear the paperwork. Grandma refuses to separate from your line ever again.”

Pei Xiqing nodded gently, her voice soothing. “Alright, I’ll take care of it.”

Grandma Wang tightened her weak grip, her vocal receptors straining so hard that Pei Xiqing had to lean her ear right against her lips to catch the data.

“Listen to me, child… I never calculated that my eyes would look upon your face again. You must maintain absolute caution around that tall man who accompanied your boots to buy my vegetables last week. He is not a good person… cough, cough… Grandma is terrified his system will deceive your line, forcing your cells to suffer the exact same violence I endured!”

Seeing the old woman break into frantic tears, Pei Xiqing quickly murmured comforting words to quiet her nerves.

Although she couldn’t fathom why the civilian held such a profound, terrified hostility toward Duan Xiaolin, her absolute priority was stabilizing the patient’s emotional meters.

She rapidly finalized the admission logs at the desk, ensuring the old woman’s violent husband lacked the security clearance to track her location before handing her over to the ward staff.

This specific medical sanctuary was the exact location Duan Xiaolin had mapped out for her, meaning his office had pre-programmed the security parameters. The entire perimeter was heavily fortified by strict biometric cordons and elite patrol squads, yet her own card was granted absolute freedom to clear the checkpoints. She was even permitted to take architectural reference photos of the historical cathedral anchoring the rear quadrant of the facility.

Long Yan had already crashed on a waiting area bench, completely exhausted. Pei Xiqing walked alone along the shaded gravel path cutting through the pine woods, her boots eventually bringing her straight to the cathedral square.

A massive stone monument stood anchored outside the grand archway.

The surface was deeply engraved with historical records. It mapped out Base Three’s systematic evolution from its chaotic, initial post-outbreak establishment to its current military zenith, listing the historical promotions and administrative transfers of the high command alongside the massive casualty figures logged during the absolute worst zombie sieges of the final war years.

The inner sanctuaries of the cathedral housed thousands of preserved artifacts belonging to fallen vanyards.

The civilian demographics navigating the steps were universally wrapped in pristine, expensive civilian luxury garments, some trailing purebred exotic pets behind their heels. They matched the exact profile of the high-ranking officers’ families Xia Jingyu had highlighted a few shifts ago.

Pei Xiqing fell into alignment with the crowd flowing through the heavy oak doors, accepting a ceremonial candle and a small wooden cross from an attendant before slowly entering the main nave.

The inner architecture was breathtaking. Under the dim, filtered light, the stone arches resembled an ancient gothic fortress at midnight, while simultaneously projecting the aura of a grand tower of salvation engineered for mankind.

The sanctuary was immense and soaring. Pei Xiqing explored the space entirely alone, pausing periodically to analyze the historical exhibits dating back to the late pre-outbreak era. The building even integrated a preservation museum, packed with obsolete firearm models that had been phased out over the winters and the earliest, primitive viral serum prototypes.

Up on the low balcony flanking the eastern transept, a cluster of wealthy officers’ wives sat tightly together, sipping high-grade tea while exchanging base gossip. Pei Xiqing paid zero attention to their dialogue at first, entirely focused on snapping reference photos with her device, when a sudden voice sliced through the acoustic space.

“Little lover?”

Pei Xiqing’s reaction loop delayed for a fraction of a second before she snapped her head around.

She met Xia Jingyu’s highly amused, smiling eyes.

Pei Xiqing blinked, momentarily stunned. “Why… is the General’s column anchored in this sector?”

“The vast majority of these assets belong to the high-ranking command lineages,” Xia Jingyu explained, gesturing toward the balcony. “This quadrant serves as the premier social matrix for the base’s elite ladies to chat and pass the hours. My office routes my boots here specifically to integrate with their circles and harvest internal data. But what about your line? Are you… executing unauthorized reconnaissance or plundering classified secrets with that device?”

Pei Xiqing countered evenly, “I am simply taking architectural photos.”

“Oh?” Xia Jingyu crossed her uniform-clad arms, a sudden, soft chuckle escaping her lips. “I assumed you were actively plundering our structural schematics. It was merely a playful bluff, miss. Refrain from logging it as a threat.”

“Understood.”

Xia Jingyu pressed further, “Are your coordinates entirely unescorted today?”

“Yes.”

“Does your column require my shadow to navigate the exhibits?”

“Bury the trouble, thank you.”

Xia Jingyu arched a sharp brow. “Why do my sensors register that your psychology has deployed a massive defensive firewall against my station? Your aura lacks the innocent, uncalibrated texture you projected during our initial transit inside the elevator capsule.”

Pei Xiqing pressed her lips into a thin line, refusing to release a reply.

Her memory banks held a flawless recording of Duan Xiaolin’s tactical briefing regarding this woman. The general’s hidden agenda was to infiltrate his private office and plunder highly secure files. Facing an asset with that specific corporate profile, maintaining an ironclad guard was her only compliant strategy. Until the underlying data cleared, keeping an absolute physical distance from Xia Jingyu was the safest bet.

Xia Jingyu offered a loose, indifferent shrug. “The variable is irrelevant. Since your system declines the alignment, enjoy your solo exploration. This cathedral structure is exceptionally massive; ensure your navigation doesn’t lose the exit vector.”

Pei Xiqing watched her boots click away as she returned to the balcony, smoothly integrating back into the cluster of wealthy women.

Ying’s past brief had explicitly stated the facts. Xia Jingyu was the biological daughter of the Supreme Marshal, an elite female general commanding massive leverage across the stronghold. Yet, the pre-written novel had completely omitted her file from the text.

A high-tier general operating within this corporate matrix fit perfectly, running zero contradiction against the background.

Adjusting her hat lower, Pei Xiqing turned her torso toward the secondary gallery to resume her photo log.

Almost every facet of this world’s history felt entirely alien to her baseline knowledge. From noon until roughly six in the evening, as the solar glare finally dissolved into dusk, she remained entirely buried under a mountain of historical texts documenting the old civilization.

This specific timeline had never existed within her original world’s parameters. Prior to the sudden viral collapse five winters ago, their scientific zenith had operated roughly a century advanced compared to her era. Reading the archival data felt precisely like analyzing a hyper-detailed sci-fi manuscript, leaving her internal curiosity entirely unsatiated.

Clearing the cathedral doors, she initialized the transit back toward her residential quadrant entirely unescorted, inevitably intersecting with the departing elite ladies along the main promenade.

Xia Jingyu stood anchored right in the center of the wealthy demographic. Her sharp gaze swept past Pei Xiqing’s windbreaker, offering nothing more than a microscopic, formal nod of her chin as they crossed paths.

The two columns slipped past each other without a word.

Pei Xiqing accelerated her march, intending to clear the sector before dark. But the exact millisecond she raised her eyes to scan the end of the cloistered stone corridor, her boots froze.

Xiao Yue.

His massive frame was heavily matted in thick medical bandages, the linen wrapped so densely around his forehead and torso he resembled a grotesque, oversized winter dumpling. He was leaning heavily on a tactical crutch, his boots dragging in a staggered, agonizingly slow cadence across the tiles.

Pei Xiqing’s brow pulled into a tight frown.

Why is the novel’s main protagonist so aggressively obsessed with tracking my coordinates?

To his database, her identity was nothing but an annoying, malicious female supporting character who should have been discarded long ago.

She let out a quiet, internal sigh. Since his physical form blocked the singular exit vector, she had zero operational choice but to advance and face his line.

Xiao Yue’s bloodshot eyes locked onto her features. “Where is your biological sister?”

“My database contains zero tracking data on her location.”

“Did your vocal receptors completely dump our past contract?” Xiao Yue rasped, his knuckles turning white over the grip of his crutch. “The terms were explicit: I transferred the premium medical supplies and high-grade crystal cores to your card, and in exchange, your line guaranteed the absolute physical protection of Pei Yanting.”

“What precise shift did my lips ever authorize that script?” Pei Xiqing countered coldly, her voice sharp. “I merely discussed the possibility of a transaction. If your own life parameters were on the brink of hitting absolute zero back then, who could have mathematically predicted what variables would drift next?”

Xiao Yue’s jaw clenched with immense force. “Your sister and my core vanguard personnel are currently logged as missing in action. The predictive models suggest their frames are pinned together out in the hot zones, but the frontier is entirely saturated with hyper-mutated zombie tides. If their column continues to wander the wastes without my overwatch, how can their cells survive the next massive migration wave?”

Before she could process his trajectory, his heavy hand shot forward, violently clamping around her wrist with iron leverage. “Pei Xiqing, your column is marching with me immediately to track down your sister’s coordinates.”

Pei Xiqing genuinely calculated that this male protagonist was suffering from a massive wave of psychological instability.

Her character profile was explicitly framed as a manipulative, toxic woman who had attempted to infiltrate his bed and plunder his affection from her own sister—yet he was aggressively forcing physical contact with her line without an ounce of caution.

“She is nothing but a ruthless, status-seeking player,” he muttered through his teeth, “but her baseline heart remains soft. If your system executes a formal apology protocol, Yanting will absolutely override the grievance and forgive your line.”

“…”

Even though Xiao Yue’s physical bars were severely depleted by his trauma, the underlying kinetic strength running through his bones was terrifying. He possessed the reinforced biology of a top-tier dual-element ability user. Pei Xiqing wrenched her arm with all her weight, but her civilian power entirely failed to shatter his hold.

She executed another violent twist, but Xiao Yue’s fingers remained locked like titanium cuffs over her skin. “What precise data remains to be debated between biological sisters? Have your memory cells completely buried the facts? Our S1 caravan inventory still contains the assets you desire—even if your history indicates you’ve anchored your files to more than one alpha target. But my station respects your ultimate choice. Since your biology successfully survived the trail, break rank with this stronghold and return to our convoy grid.”

Pei Xiqing’s voice dropped to a freezing command. “Release my wrist instantly!”

Xiao Yue’s eyes narrowed into lethal slits, his voice dropping to a low, intense frequency. “My intelligence units only finalized the extraction files after your column cleared our perimeter last week. The historical logs confirm that prior to embedding your line within the S1 caravan, your system had already hooked up with an immense demographic of high-clearance tier rulers across multiple bases. Remaining anchored inside this specific fortress introduces an astronomical risk to your survival. Fall into my alignment immediately, before those old factions locate your coordinates and unleash an absolute storm against your life.”

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