Apocalypse Cockroach Chapter 145: Light the Incense

Chapter 145: Light the Incense

A warm breath blew across Shangguan Qiao Yun’s face. She then felt her lips separated by a slippery and warm tongue, as the mischievous tongue continued to roam unabashed in her mouth until it came in contact with her own. His tongue was like a little hateful boy that bullied a little girl, as her tongue began to dodge slowly, and she regained some form of feeling in her mouth. Soon after, some liquid was poured through her mouth and flowed down her throat. Slowly, her breathing became less erratic, and she regained some feeling in her chest, as well as her limbs. The pain was still there, but not as striking as earlier, and it subsided with the pa.s.sing of time.

Shangguan Qiao Yun suddenly felt a warm flow of energy throughout her body. It was slightly sour, yet numbing at the same time, until it reached her heart, where it abruptly caused her heart to pump stronger. Her heart was melted in warmth, and there was no emptiness in there anymore, she felt so satisfied and content. It was hard to explain, like the feeling she got when her mother praised her when she was younger, or when she had triumphed over all her compet.i.tion, or when she had successfully attracted men to live and die for her. The sense of control and satisfaction was silent yet present and slowly invaded throughout her body.

The mischievous tongue in her mouth continued to tease her own, and she began to felt like it wasn’t that bad a feeling, there was even a little sense of thrill. She could swallow the liquid already, but she continued to want him to feed her, and she pretended that she could not react or move, allowing him to feed her without stopping. To keep the momentum going, she even slowed down the speed of her swallowing, in any case, her tongue wasn’t tired, her lips weren’t numb, who asked him to scare her like that?

Zhang Xiao Qiang was still unaware that Shangguan Qiao Yun was out of danger already. He just saw that her breathing had calmed down, yet everything still seemed the same as earlier. He did not dare to give up halfway, having invested so much of his rainwater, if he wasn’t careful, and she lost her life as a result, he would really blame himself. He could feel his tummy starting to growl because of the earlier rainwater, and he gritted his teeth to ignore it, only focusing on feeding her. However, his heart was turning cold, he prayed that he wouldn’t soil his own pants, otherwise his embarra.s.sment would never be wiped away.

Finally, the last drop of water had been fed to Shangguan Qiao Yun and she had swallowed them all. Before Zhang Xiao Qiang could even take a breath and retract his exhausted tongue and separate those numb lips of his, he saw that Shangguan Qiao Yun was already awake, and those wide and mesmerizing eyes of hers were staring at him with pa.s.sion, and her lithe tongue snaked her way towards his sore tongue, now it was the little boy being bullied by the little girls. Zhang Xiao Qiang was not in the mood to engage in this play any longer, and he pulled back forcefully, looking at Shangguan Qiao Yun whose eyes had started to glaze with pa.s.sion and said: “Rest well, don’t move.”

He then shot out of the car, pulling a roll of toilet paper with him. Shangguan Qiao Yun stared at his actions with bewilderment until he disappeared behind a mound of earth before she retracted her gaze and lay down gently. Her heart was still thumping with that sweet feeling, that sort of sweetness caused her to feel strange. She had never found such a feeling with any man she was with before. Although there were only 2 men that had truly touched her body before, one was her ex-husband that turned into a zombie already, the other Brother Long who had died, but the feeling she got from Zhang Xiao Qiang was different. He wasn’t particularly handsome, in fact, he was ordinary, to be blunt. There was a little charm about him, but he could actually give her that sort of special feeling, she who had never been in love before, and did not know the feeling of love, this sort of feeling could be considered the sweet feeling of infatuation?

As for our hero, Zhang Xiao Qiang, he was currently not in the mood to think whether he was in love. In fact, he was in pain. His legs were numb, and he finally realized the convenience and beauty of the invention of the toilet bowl, due to him squatting right now. He had none of that intimidating and charismatic aura of the morning, in fact, he looked positively wretched right now. He was in sorrow, crying for his a.s.shole, waiting for the pain that seemed endless to pa.s.s. He couldn’t even be bothered to take a breath of the cigarette in his mouth. It continued to burn, until the end, and he switched to another stick. It was no more smoking the cigarette, instead, he was lighting incense, to smoke out the stench from his s.h.i.+t.

The sky slowly turned dark, until Zhang Xiao Qiang’s last cigarette ran out as well. He then trudged back towards the vehicles and saw the men had already started a bonfire, as they stood around it, with a bunch of captives in ropes kneeling in front of the fire. Everyone that had belonged to the chicken farm was out here. Old Frank’s head was wrapped in bandages, as the pair of sisters stood behind him. Three stood beside him, and he had one arm in a sling in front of his chest. The fat chef and the weaponsmith w.a.n.g Le were both relatively fine, with 7 or 8 women behind them. Some of them were the survivors that were rescued earlier today. He Wen Bin sat on a chair, which was propped against a large sofa that had no one on it.

When they saw Zhang Xiao Qiang appear, Common-face and the first man that had chosen to rely on Zhang Xiao Qiang immediately walked up to invite him to sit on the sofa. He sank into it, and contemplated as he stared at the men who ate chicken feed in front of him.

A total of 20 of them kneeled there with their heads lowered. Other than the women, Zhang Xiao Qiang’s men numbered about the same, not to mention that Zhang Xiao Qiang had slaughtered a few at the start. 30 men had been suppressed by a group of 10, losing 10 as a result, leaving behind 20. Even if they were a motley bunch, Zhang Xiao Qiang’s group weren’t considered elite soldiers either. His men had just survived a D2 attack, and their morale wasn’t exactly high, and yet they could subdue this group of 20 men?

What Zhang Xiao Qiang didn’t know was that the huge gate was the psychological defense in the minds of these men. The moment Zhang Xiao Qiang had charged in, they had crumbled instantly. By the time Common-face charged in with his 9 men, it wasn’t so much of a rebellion, instead, it had become like a game of cat-and-mouse, other than them having to kill a few fierce ones, the rest had all been driven out of hiding.

Brother Long’s subordinates, as well as Old Frank and Three, had long since treated Zhang Xiao Qiang as the new leader. He didn’t really mind, in any case, he would still head out for WH City in the end. Even if they were to treat him as the leader, he had no interest in this ragged old bunch. As for bringing them along? He would go crazy. The moment they were to meet any S2s, these people would instantly turn into food. Zhang Xiao Qiang was not interested in delivering food for the zombies like some kind of fast food delivery. In any case, it was a question of, will he set out now, or later? That was why he accepted the treatment in a befuddled state. After all, who didn’t like being looked at with respect? Who didn’t have the slightest ambition to be the most powerful character in a group?

“Brother c.o.c.kroach, all the rebels have been gathered. There were 3 who had incited the mess, 2 of them I’ve killed, the last one here. They’re all a bunch of r.e.t.a.r.ds, not daring to kill the zombies, only targeting their fellow humans. Tras.h.!.+” Common-face reported to Zhang Xiao Qiang.

Zhang Xiao Qiang a.s.sessed Common-face carefully, and found that his handling of the situation was extremely satisfactory. He could be considered a talent, and Zhang Xiao Qiang decided not to use the term Common-face to call him anymore.