Chapter 66 A Sword that Runs Rampant in the Apocalypse (66)

Wasn’t it all for a good night’s sleep?

Shi Minzhi questioned, “Little Captain, are you not thinking about yourself when you do things this way?”

Bai Tang stifled a yawn and weakly responded, “I never regret the things I do. I am willing to do it and I don’t do it for any reward. If he can give me preferential treatment, naturally it’s good. If not, it doesn’t matter. I never expected anything in return.”

In fact, as a leader, especially a leader of a government’s base, he wouldn’t be able to go far if he allowed someone to work for him without any benefit.

Shi Minzhi observed Bai Tang’s increasing sleepiness and a hint of a smile appeared on his face, “Little Captain is quite open-minded, I wonder how long you can maintain that.”

People are always like this— when they are not in desperate situations and not forced to have no other choice.

Bai Tang only felt increasingly sleepy, and the chopsticks fell from her hand.

“You…”

She could only manage to say this one word before she collapsed onto the table, unconscious.

System 168 sneered coldly.

Didn’t listen to its words and tried to successfully complete the task?

It was likely that she would die at the hands of the blackened big boss, and it served her right.

Speaking of which, it didn’t know where the problem was. No one from headquarters contacted it, and it couldn’t contact anyone from headquarters.

Shi Minzhi’s eyebrows and eyes curved, his mood not very good. He chuckled, “Little Captain.”

“Little Captain, wake up! How did you fall into my hands?”

Shi Minzhi slid his wheelchair over to where Canglan was and effortlessly picked the sword up.

Canglan recognizes the master? What a joke.

Once the owner was recognized, it now easily changed hands.

Such a sharp sword should not be covered in dust, but bathed in blood.

Shi Minzhi injected his own cultivation into the sword and indeed, he felt a connection, a connection between him and the sword.

Shi Minzhi imitated Bai Tang, thought to himself and spoke aloud, “Canglan.”

Just like Bai Tang had summoned Canglan, Shi Minzhi watched as the sword transformed into a stream of light and entered his body. He could feel Canglan within him.

When Bai Tang awoke again, her head was pounding and she felt weak all over. The surroundings were noisy and she could hear faint, muffled sounds of something roaring in suppression. A very faint fragrance hung in the air.

Bai Tang’s eyelids were still heavy, and this feeling of being unable to control her body was truly unpleasant!

The sensation on her hands was strange— she should be on the ground and it seemed she was lying on a thick layer of flowers. With great effort, she finally managed to open her eyes.

She was in a large iron cage and on one side, there were piles of zombies being temporarily held back by iron gates. The cage was surrounded by a fine mesh of wire and beneath her, as she had suspected, was a thick layer of white crabapple flowers.

Bai Tang struggled to prop herself up, looking around at the dire situation she was in.

“Canglan, my Canglan…”

“I’m sorry, little Captain, but Canglan has acknowledged me as its master,” Shi Minzhi said with a smile and a gentle look in his eyes.

With lips slightly parted, she called out, “Canglan.”

Canglan appeared in Shi Minzhi’s hand, as radiant as it had been in Bai Tang’s hands back then.

“My little Captain, look at how much I care for you. I heard your true form is a white crabapple. Seeing you about to die, I searched for many white crabapple flowers— to make your death a more respectable one. Your kind, they are all here to accompany you in death!”

But Bai Tang had no complaints or hatred, only saying, “It’s hard for you to have gone through so much trouble.”

Shi Minzhi was not satisfied with Bai Tang’s reaction.

How could she be so calm? Except for Canglan, there was no reaction.

Did she not realize the situation?

Why didn’t she hate?

Why didn’t she blame?

“Little Captain, why don’t you take a look at the zombies I prepared for you? Look, even Gutsy Guts is here. Yang Ziyu’s parents, and even Wang Xiuchun and her son are here. It’s not a waste of my effort and energy to prepare this feast for my little Captain.”

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