The Undead

Cautiously approaching and pausing, he reached out to check the pulse on his neck, feeling an unusually weak pulse beneath the delicate skin. He tentatively placed a finger near the youth’s nose, the breath so faint it was almost imperceptible.

“Send a few people over,” he spoke into his shoulder communicator, briefly giving an order and unlocking the handcuffs on the youth’s wrists.

At that moment, Si Nan’s previously pale and lifeless long fingers clenched, with bulging veins on the back of his hand.

As the man realized something was wrong and quickly stepped back, a fierce wind struck like lightning. Si Nan grabbed the armrest, rising and kicking the man directly into the wall corner!

A loud crash shook the ground. The man cried out in surprise, then his body suddenly went limp. Jolting awake, he saw Si Nan looming over him, one knee pressing against his chest, viciously grabbing the collar of his camouflage uniform.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked with a smile.

The man choked, overwhelmed by intense embarrassment and anger, along with another sudden, unspeakable emotion that rendered him speechless.

“You’re afraid of this monster, but you also want to possess the monster’s abilities—”

When Si Nan smiled, a small white tooth showed, which on his delicate boyish face was actually quite charming.

But if you looked into his eyes, you would only feel a bone-chilling terror, as if seeing a demon awakening with a shriek from the depths of hell.

“Stupid and unaware, greedy and unaware,” the youth whispered by his ear. “All of you will pay the price.

The laboratory door was slammed open, guards rushed in, pulling the young man away with multiple hands. Someone carefully helped the man up from the ground.

Si Nan heard nothing. He didn’t even look at the man’s indescribable gaze falling on him through the crowd. When he turned, he had already forgotten whether he had suffered a more severe punishment that day, only remembering the twisted pleasure deep in his heart.

You will all pay the price.

And I care about nothing.

Because fate will bring everything to the grave, leaving me with nothing, so I need not care about anything.

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Six o’clock in the morning.

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