Ice Apocalypse (Season 1)

Chapter 65 Meat Soup

After tearing off Fang Yuqing's clothes, regardless of the room temperature being below minus sixty degrees, Zhou Peng wanted to engage in more intimate communication.

Fang Yuqing was already powerless to resist, lying there with vacant eyes. However, when Zhou Peng took off his pants, he discovered a cruel fact—he couldn't lift his head at all.

Joking aside, with the sub-zero temperatures and his physical condition deteriorating to the extreme, even if given the chance, he was useless!

"Get up! Get up for me!" Zhou Peng anxiously tried various methods, but none had any effect. That area seemed to have lost all sensation.

Seeing this, Fang Yuqing sneered and taunted, "You're truly useless!"

"Ah!!!!" The room echoed with Zhou Peng's desperate roar, resembling a Teddy bear that had eaten too many lychees.

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After a night of deep contemplation, Zhou Kuer finally gave a positive response to Zhang Yi.

She knew this was Zhang Yi's test for her. Although it was very dangerous, if she didn't do this, she would inevitably die at the hands of Chen Zhenghao and others in a short time.

She had to take this risk.

That night, Chen Zhenghao and others sat in the living room and sent a lackey to the kitchen to prepare food. Zhou Kuer stared at them from a corner, suddenly stood up and said, "I'll help him."

Chen Zhenghao's eyes coldly glanced at her, his smile somewhat sinister. "Haha, I knew you couldn't resist!"

Zhou Kuer's body stiffened, and her blood almost congealed.

Chen Zhenghao continued, "After two days without eating, no one can resist. Don't worry; once you taste it, you'll get addicted. The taste of that meat is much better than any meat I've eaten before!"

Zhou Kuer breathed a sigh of relief, biting her lip, "I don't want to die. I want to live."

Chen Zhenghao thought Zhou Kuer had changed her mind, nodded, and said, "That's better. You still have some use to me now."

"I was planning to use you as an ingredient if you refused to eat meat."

Zhou Kuer took a deep breath and obediently went to the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with splattered blood and some unprocessed limbs, resembling a hellish scene. Even with a stuffy nose, Zhou Kuer could smell the overwhelming stench.

She endured her inner discomfort, walked over, and helped the lackey with the cooking.

With scarce energy resources, they had to burn furniture for cooking. In the kitchen, a makeshift stove was set up with a pot on top.

After the fire started, the melted snow inside slowly turned into water. However, the melted snowwater was turbid and impure, with some impurities still visible.

But in the current circumstances, having something to eat was already considered good, and no one cared about the quality.

Zhou Kuer kept a close eye on the lackey while observing the situation outside the kitchen.

Her palms gradually oozed fine sweat. If she were discovered during the next steps, she would undoubtedly die!

After a while, the lackey finished cutting the meat and threw it into the pot, adding some condiments casually.

"Watch it." The lackey coldly dropped a sentence and left the kitchen.

Zhou Kuer waited for a long time, confirmed it was safe, and quickly took out a small bottle from her pocket.

Hurriedly unscrewing the cap, she poured a pile of white powder into the soup.

After completing these actions, she quickly stuffed the bottle back into her pocket.

At this point, she felt her heartbeat like a single-cylinder engine, and her legs were trembling due to extreme tension.

She forcefully swallowed her saliva, took up the ladle, and stirred the powder into the soup.

Although the process was perilous, nothing unexpected happened.

This was not a movie; there were no twists and turns.

Due to the harsh survival environment, everyone had become numb.

They couldn't imagine that Zhou Kuer would put medicine in the meat soup.

During lunch, Zhou Kuer brought a large pot of meat soup to the table. They immediately approached with red eyes, eager to fish out pieces of meat to eat.

To gain their trust, Zhou Kuer also filled a bowl of soup and quietly returned to her room.

No one paid attention to her; everyone just wanted to eat something hot. Hot food meant life! Every bite increased the hope of surviving.

After returning to her room, Zhou Kuer sat on the bed, holding the meat soup in her hands, and silently waited.

She had added a large dose of sleeping pills to the soup—a bottleful!

These sleeping pills were fast-acting, and taking one could make a person fall asleep in 30 minutes, especially after eating. With the blood gathering in the stomach after a meal, drowsiness was inevitable.

As a doctor, Zhou Kuer was very sure about the effectiveness of this dosage. Even an elephant, if it ate this, would fall into a deep sleep.

Zhou Kuer, as a professional, felt a full sense of security after this operation.

Zhang Yi stood by the window, watching everything unfold. He knew exactly how many subordinates Chen Zhenghao had. Through surveillance, nothing could escape his eyes.

When he saw Zhou Kuer gasping for breath, dragging those people out, he nodded in satisfaction.

"What do I do next?" Zhou Kuer's voice trembled.

"That's enough. Wait for me for a while!" Zhang Yi put down his phone and turned back to the bedroom.

After some contemplation, he took out thick winter clothes from the other space and put them on. Then, he took out ten thick ropes, like a child's arm in thickness, and tied them around his waist.

With a well-strung crossbow arrow in his left hand and a machete on his back, Zhang Yi thought it still wasn't safe enough.

He took out the pistol he had bought but hadn't had a chance to use, released the safety catch, and held it in his hand.

After doing all this, he finally felt completely secure.

Zhang Yi went to the French window.

After the apocalypse, for the first time, he reached out to unlock the French window. The process was complicated; the lock had three layers: fingerprint, electronic, and physical. After unlocking it, Zhang Yi stepped onto the balcony.

The biting cold wind blew over, and even through the winter clothes, he didn't feel too deeply.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but sigh; professional-grade winter clothes were amazing.

Zhou Kuer, holding her arms by the window, shivered and looked at him. "Are you... are you going to kill them?"

Zhang Yi smirked, raising the gun in his hand, aiming at the gangsters on the ground and faintly targeting Zhou Kuer.

He casually threw the ropes at Zhou Kuer's feet. "Not me, but you!"