jdhmnovel Chapter 239 Good Brothers Become Enemies
Chapter 239 Good Brothers Become Enemies
At that moment, after Yan Wanwan got the blood of Prince Dongping, he immediately started to develop an antidote for the zombie poison.
In the lab, she concentrated on mixing the heart blood with other herbs, carefully adjusting the proportions. As she expected, the addition of the Zombie King's own heart blood softened the drug's effects, detoxifying the subject without causing it to explode.
After several successful experiments, Yan Wanwan took the antidote without hesitation.
The moment the antidote entered her throat, she felt her body lighten, as if some energy that had been trapped in her body had finally dissipated.
She breathed a sigh of relief, the danger that had been plaguing her body was lifted at this moment.
She did not waste the remaining heart blood, but made it all into an antidote and sealed it carefully. The antidote with the zombie king's heart blood can cure any poison infected by zombies. It's a pity that it cannot be mass-produced, otherwise it can directly eliminate the apocalypse and allow humans to return to their previous normal life.
Of course, this thought only flashed through her mind. She was not yet so selfless as to be a savior once. She was not stupid enough to fall into the same pit twice.
However, just as she was about to leave the laboratory, the fat man's figure suddenly appeared in front of her factory.
She hadn't seen Fatty and the others since they called her the "New Zombie King." Unexpectedly, Fatty had found her secret factory in the north.
Yan Wanwan's face was cold, her eyes as cold as ice: "How did you find this place?"
What she couldn't tolerate the most was having her privacy invaded, and the fat man's appearance made her feel like she was being monitored, and she suddenly felt unhappy.
When the fat man saw her, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
He said solemnly: "Boss, no matter what you become, you will always be my boss."
Yan Wanwan was unmoved by his words, her tone still cold: "You didn't come to me just to say this, did you?"
The fat man looked slightly embarrassed, but he quickly straightened his back and stated his purpose without hesitation: "Boss, I'm here to ask you to use your ability to control zombies to help me conquer other bases and unify the world."
The moment she heard this, some bond in Yan Wanwan's heart suddenly broke.
She looked at the fat man coldly and refused without hesitation: "Impossible. If you have ambition, fight for it yourself. I won't do those things for you."
She could use this method to seek revenge, but it was absolutely impossible for her to attack innocent people.
The fat man suddenly let out a mocking smile, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm: "Why not? Aren't you also cooperating with the Zombie King and letting him attack us?"
Yan Wanwan didn't hold back and directly shouted angrily, "That's because you are all the culprits who persecuted me!"
"When have we ever harmed you? And didn't you also deliver food to us before?"
After hearing what the fat man said, she laughed sarcastically, "I didn't know before. I thought it was only the people from those bases who harmed me. I didn't expect that you were instigating me behind the scenes. I really have raised a bunch of ungrateful people."
These things were all extracted from the memories in Four Eyes' brain. It was so ironic now how hard she tried to protect them.
When the fat man heard this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a complicated emotion.
He was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Boss, the people in the base are innocent too."
It seemed like if he said that, I would help him. It was simply wishful thinking.
"Haha! So what? They are all vested interests. Since they have enjoyed the benefits brought by my death, they should accept my revenge."
The fat man said in a deep voice: "I know you hate us, but since we are friends for life and death, please help me one last time."
Yan Wanwan sneered, his eyes like knives: "Fatty, I didn't kill you right away because you were once my brother. Don't push your luck."
The fat man's face turned pale at her cold gaze, as if his disguise had been cut by an invisible blade.
He took a deep breath, his voice trembling as he pleaded with something almost desperate: "Boss, please help me! I just want to survive, I want all of us to survive! Only by unifying the world can we end this chaos and allow everyone to live a stable life! Don't you want to end all this?"
Yan Wanwan seemed not to hear his words, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she waved her hand gently.
In an instant, the vines on the outer wall seemed to be injected with life and grew wildly. In the blink of an eye, they formed an impenetrable green barrier in front of her.
Her voice was as cold as the winter wind: "Go away! Just pretend I've never seen you."
A flash of disappointment passed through the fat man's eyes, but soon, that disappointment was replaced by an almost crazy ruthlessness.
A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was low and cold: "Boss, since you are determined not to cooperate, don't blame me for being rude."
Yan Wanwan frowned and stared at him warily, the vine in her hand trembling slightly, as if ready to attack at any moment: "What do you want to do?"
The fat man didn't answer, but took a step forward, the smile on his face becoming more and more twisted. "Boss, if you don't help me, then I will gather all humans, except you, and leave you no place to hide. You will become the public enemy of all mankind, and be hunted by everyone until you have nowhere to escape!"
Anger instantly ignited in Yan Wanwan's eyes, and the murderous intent was as sharp as a knife.
She raised her hand and waved it, and the vines quickly wrapped around the fat man's body like a venomous snake, with the spikes digging into his throat. Her voice was icy cold: "No one dares to threaten me, not even my former comrades or good brothers!"
However, the fat man did not resist at all. The vines left deep purple marks on his neck and his face turned pale.
But he didn't move at all. Instead, he closed his eyes and a relieved smile appeared on his face, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Just when he couldn't hold on any longer, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled with difficulty, "Boss, it's all over!"
Yan Wanwan was stunned. The sharp thorns of the vine stopped just an inch away from the fat man's throat.
She keenly sensed that something was wrong, and after careful sensing, she discovered that there was a strange energy in the fat man's body, as if some external force was controlling him - it was the power of control!
"You're being controlled!" Yan Wanwan growled, quickly retracting the vines. Her brow furrowed, her gaze piercing: "Who's controlling you?"
The fat man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of pain and struggle, his voice hoarse and intermittent: "Boss, I... I don't know. I just remember that someone planted something in my body, and then I lost control of myself... I... I didn't want to hurt you at all..."
Yan Wanwan's heart sank, realizing that things were far more complicated than she had imagined.
She took a deep breath, her tone firm: "Fatty, I will help you get rid of the control. But you must tell me, who is controlling you?"