“Th-this… what kind of poison is this…”
Zhang Shitou was on the verge of collapse. Hadn’t he already sworn his loyalty?
Why make him swallow a pill anyway—was this meant to poison him to death?
He sat on the ground in despair, waiting for the poison to take effect.
“Relax. As long as you take the antidote within a month, you won’t die. Otherwise… hehe…”
Ren Jingshu’s face was filled with cruelty, and that low chuckle sent chills down the spine.
They were all people who deserved death anyway—she was just making them useful before they died.
Though she didn’t say what would happen otherwise, it only made Zhang Shitou feel as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, trembling all over.
Others might make empty threats—but this woman killed as easily as slicing vegetables. He didn’t dare gamble with his life.
“Rest assured, Eldest Miss! From now on, Zhang Shitou will obey you completely. If you tell me to go east, I won’t go west. If you tell me to beat a dog, I won’t chase a chicken!”
Hearing there was an antidote and that he wouldn’t die immediately, Zhang Shitou brightened and hurriedly made his promises.
“Good. Do you have a fire starter?”
Ren Jingshu glanced at the men lying sprawled on the ground and asked calmly.
“I do, I do.”
Zhang Shitou fumbled in his clothes and quickly pulled out an oil-paper-wrapped fire starter, offering it to her.
Ren Jingshu didn’t take it. She stared at him coldly, her expression turning frosty.
Under her gaze, Zhang Shitou felt his scalp tingle. He awkwardly withdrew his hand and lowered his head, not daring to speak.
Seeing his timid manner, she sneered.
“Drag them outside. Find a way to burn them.”
The ruined temple couldn’t be burned—someone passing through this wilderness might still need it for shelter.
“Yes, Eldest Miss.”
Zhang Shitou didn’t dare question her. Enduring the pain throughout his body, he scrambled up and, using all his strength, dragged the corpses out one by one.
Looking at their miserable deaths, sorrow filled his heart.
Who could have imagined? Just half an hour ago, they had been swaggering with confidence—now they were nothing but cold corpses.
After finally piling them together, he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath.
His eyes fell on one body—its chest caved in, white bone fragments piercing through the flesh.
He shuddered, feeling as if cold wind was seeping into his bones.
Not daring to delay, he scrambled up, took out the fire starter, and tried to ignite the clothes.
“Idiot. That won’t light. Go gather some dry wood first.”
Hearing her scolding, he didn’t dare look back. Dropping the fire starter, he hurried into the forest.
Ren Jingshu looked around, confirming there was nothing unusual. She gathered her power, and a faint blue flame flickered at her fingertips.
The tiny flame danced weakly, as if it might extinguish at any moment.
She withdrew it, her face slightly pale, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
She gave a bitter smile.
Though her abilities remained, they were less than a tenth of what they had been in her previous life. In this delicate body of a pampered young lady—soft, refined, almost too beautiful—if she encountered anyone slightly stronger, she might be defeated in just a few moves.
Turning back into the ruined temple, she used the Buddha statue as cover and quickly entered her space.
In her previous life, she had been a dual-ability user—fire and lightning, both at level five. This storage space had appeared in her mind after she killed a level-five mutant zombie.
She hadn’t expected that after crossing into another world, it would come with her.
Looking at the dazzling array of items before her, a sense of satisfaction rose within.
The space was vast. Half of it was a storage warehouse, lined with tall shelves neatly organized and filled with supplies.
Some items had already been there when she obtained the space. Others she had gathered during missions. Most, however, were supplies transferred from a small base during her last mission.
That base had suffered repeated zombie attacks. Some people were killed outright; others were infected and had no hope of survival, forcing them to seek help.
But by the time her group arrived, there wasn’t a single survivor left—the entire place had become a paradise for zombies.
In the end, her companions sacrificed themselves to cover her while she transferred the supplies. They were swallowed by the zombie horde, leaving not even bones behind.
And she herself, though she managed to store everything, never had the chance to bring them out.
Cotton quilts, winter clothing, all kinds of garments.
Rice, flour, all kinds of grain.
White sugar, brown sugar, various snacks.
…
…
Ren Jingshu moved past the rows of shelves, finally stopping in front of one that emitted a cold metallic sheen. A genuine smile appeared on her face.
She picked up a delicate handgun, running her fingers over it fondly before placing it back.
These items couldn’t be taken out casually. Only in a life-or-death situation would she consider it.
After browsing for a while, she chose a sharp dagger. Testing its balance, she nodded in satisfaction and tucked it into her sleeve.
After checking her supplies, she picked out some food and, with a bottle of mineral water, devoured it hungrily.
Leaving the warehouse, she saw golden fields of grain stretching out before her. Beside them was a large vegetable garden filled with all kinds of produce.
Farther away lay rolling mountains and dense forests.
With a thought, she appeared at the foot of a mountain. Nearby, a clear stream flowed gently.
Thinking of her current appearance, she leaned over the water to look at her reflection—and gasped.
The girl in the water had a delicate oval face, eyes like clear pools, arched brows, a straight elegant nose, and cherry lips slightly parted in surprise. She looked like an immortal from a painting.
Ren Jingshu sighed softly, feeling pity for this unfortunate girl.
If the Ren family hadn’t been destroyed, with such beauty and talent, becoming the principal wife of a noble household would have been effortless.
Even marrying into royalty would not have been beyond reach.