Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 475

At that time, the zombie hid among the ordinary ones, looking entirely unremarkable.

No one expected that this seemingly average zombie was actually a formidable psychic-type zombie.

Not only could it control other zombies, but it could also briefly manipulate low-level Superhumans.

Lu Chen and Ling Jing were surrounded by several Superhumans from the Eastern Base, all fighting fiercely against the horde.

But then, a man behind Lu Chen suddenly moved toward him.

No one noticed his actions—not even Lu Chen.

The man was a speed-type Superhuman, capable of moving swiftly, and he was already within a meter of Lu Chen.

Everyone was preoccupied with their own battles, fending off the zombies around them.

Who would expect an ally to suddenly turn on them?

The controlled man closed the distance in an instant, a gleaming knife clutched in his hand.

As soon as he reached Lu Chen, he raised the blade and stabbed downward.

It happened in the blink of an eye—an act no one saw coming.

Though Lu Chen was skilled, he never anticipated betrayal from his own.

And with the distance so close, and the attacker’s speed, the knife plunged straight into his back.

If not for his sharp reflexes, allowing him to twist away at the last second, the strike would have been fatal.

Gritting through the pain, he subdued the man, only for a swarm of zombies to close in on him.

As the saying goes, even an elephant can be brought down by enough ants.

And Lu Chen was already severely wounded.

To make matters worse, the psychic zombie lurked among the horde, seizing the chance to deal another devastating blow.

Ling Jing noticed the commotion and rushed over.

He steadied Lu Chen’s trembling body, his gaze icy.

Had Yun Xiaoxiao and the others been present, they would have witnessed Ling Jing’s terrifying expression for the first time—a look that seemed capable of devouring souls.

Every witness would forever remember the horrifying scene of Ling Jing’s unleashed fury, his power surging as he mercilessly slaughtered the zombie horde.

Afterward, Ling Jing carried the unconscious Lu Chen away without a word.

Not a single person from the Eastern Base dared to protest.

Because… they were in the wrong.

Ling Jing brought Lu Chen to a nearby abandoned building, cleared a space, and laid him down.

In his dazed state, Lu Chen felt a chill across his upper body.

Something seemed to be gliding over his skin—slow, deliberate touches.

His eyes snapped open.

And there, staring back at him, was a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Awake?"

Ling Jing’s lips curled slightly.

Internally, he let out a sigh of relief.

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Though its effectiveness was proven, he couldn’t shake the fear.

What if it didn’t work?

What if—

But Lu Chen was safe.

Lu Chen studied Ling Jing for a moment before glancing down at his own chest.

Ling Jing’s hand rested there.

At first glance, it almost looked like… he was caressing him.

Noticing Lu Chen’s gaze, Ling Jing’s mischievous side took over.

He deliberately tapped Lu Chen’s skin with his fingertips, then pressed his entire palm flat, sliding it downward in a slow, deliberate stroke toward his chest.

"Didn’t expect you to have such a nice figure…"

He chuckled, his voice laced with playful suggestiveness.

Lu Chen stiffened. Frowning, he grabbed Ling Jing’s wrist, his voice low and warning.

"What are you doing?"

Ling Jing smirked, leaning closer until his breath brushed Lu Chen’s ear.

"What do you think?"

His tone was intoxicating, like aged wine, designed to lure.

Lu Chen’s frown deepened. Without hesitation, he shoved Ling Jing away.

Amused by Lu Chen’s flustered reaction, Ling Jing burst into laughter.

"Hey, don’t tell me you actually thought I’d ‘do something’ to you?"

He arched a brow, emphasizing the last three words with deliberate implication.

Then, gesturing to the supplies beside Lu Chen, he sighed dramatically.

"Ah, no good deed goes unpunished. Here I was, just trying to bandage someone’s wounds, and I get accused of ulterior motives…"

He sounded pitiful, almost wounded.

Lu Chen turned his head, wincing as the movement tugged at his injury. Only then did he recall the stabbing—and notice the medical supplies laid out behind him: alcohol, ointment, bandages.

Realization dawned. He’d misunderstood.

But…

This was Ling Jing’s fault anyway.

He could’ve just explained instead of saying and doing things that invited misinterpretation.

"So… can I bandage you now?" Ling Jing asked, still grinning.

Lu Chen almost refused, insisting on doing it himself, but guilt over his earlier suspicion made him nod.

"Thanks."

However…

Why did this guy keep brushing against him while wrapping the wound?

Sure, some contact was unavoidable, but this frequency was excessive.

Lu Chen’s patience frayed.

Whether it was Ling Jing’s earlier teasing or something else, every graze of his fingertips felt like fire against Lu Chen’s skin, leaving him unsettled.

"Can you hurry up?" he finally snapped.

Ling Jing only smiled lazily. "No need to rush. I’m getting there."

Lu Chen swore this was the most agonizing wound treatment he’d ever endured.

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After the battle, life seemed to return to normal.

But whispers spread about Nie Yizhou and Xiao Feng—something was off between them.

The two, usually inseparable and endlessly bickering, had fallen into an eerie silence, avoiding each other completely.

The base felt quieter without their usual chaos.

One day, Lu Chen assigned them a mission to escort supplies.

"You’re quite the matchmaker, huh? Trying to get them back together?"

Ling Jing leaned against a wall, hands in his pockets, as Lu Chen walked away after briefing Nie Yizhou and Xiao Feng.

Lu Chen gave a noncommittal hum.

He just thought it was exhausting watching two people who clearly cared for each other keep up this pointless feud. Better to force them to talk it out.

"You don’t find it strange? Two guys being together?" Ling Jing’s gaze sharpened, studying Lu Chen’s reaction intently.

Lu Chen, oblivious to the weight behind the question, shrugged.

"If they love each other, why does gender matter?"

Growing up in harsh environments, his tolerance for the unconventional was higher than most. frёewebηovel.cѳm

At ten, he’d once stumbled upon two older boys entangled in the woods.

It shocked him then.

But after witnessing similar scenes over the years, it no longer fazed him.