From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 21: Who’s that half-zombie guy?

Early in the Morning.

With the dawn breaking, the group stirred from their restless slumber—not out of any sense of duty but because of a shocking revelation from the night before. Their fully stocked kitchen? Completely empty of food, save for a few lonely spices. No meat, no vegetables—absolutely nothing.

For a fleeting moment, a dark thought danced among them: Director Han should be held accountable for this disaster. After everything they had been through, leaving them with bare cupboards felt like a cruel joke. They had already devoured every morsel packed in their bags, and the measly supplies provided by Team Han had barely made a dent in their hunger. freewebnøvel.coɱ

This dire situation led to a dramatic scene that the audience couldn’t tear their eyes from as the live broadcast captured the frantic search for food—be it vegetables or meat. And where would the meat come from? Naturally, from hunting wild animals. There had to be rabbits or small creatures nearby.

Not everyone left, though. Liang Zhu, Aaron Wang, and Tong Xiao stayed behind in the house. As for Sian? Was that even a question? He wouldn’t leave even if they paid him.

The rain had ceased, but the gray skies loomed ominously overhead. Sian had zero intention of becoming bedridden with a cold. After surviving his challenging past, all he craved was to be a laid-back salted fish—soaking up the sun, with a full stomach, living a life of leisure. Working? Not in this lifetime.

So when Liu Weiji asked if he was coming along, Sian refused without a second thought. Liu Weiji had hoped to rely on Sian’s skills—or perhaps his mysterious ability to deal with wild animals—if they encountered any danger, like the wolf attack before. But when Sian refused, and their leader told him to leave him be, Liu Weiji had no choice but to give up.

Meanwhile, Marco was still snoozing blissfully in his room. With a reputation that left others too wary to share space with a "killer," he basked in the luxury of solitude. Plus, there were three other nondescript players still snoring away. Remember them? They were still sleeping as well.

On the living room couch, Liang Zhu eyed Sian, who lounged in casual sportswear across the sofa. The house boasted every convenience—hot showers, a washing machine, even a dishwasher—yet it was entirely devoid of food. Their clothes had been clean and dry in mere minutes the night before. Sian’s decision to lounge in that robe was purely out of laziness; he hadn’t even bothered to use the washing machine!

As for who took it upon themselves to wash Sian’s clothes? Well, Lan Qisheng’s obsessive personality likely drove him to rise before dawn for that very purpose... but let’s not dwell on it.

Ah, love—it truly blinds and mystifies. Where’s the mercy for our beleaguered colonel?

"Sian, did you not sleep well last night?" Tong Xiao asked, sitting near Sian’s head.

"I slept just fine, but I still want to sleep more," Sian replied, his eyes half-closed.

He couldn’t comprehend it, but the lingering pain in his chest had vanished, leaving him perpetually drowsy. Was it exhaustion? Or something else? He often felt lost in dreams, only to wake up and forget all.

It was unusual, but Sian didn’t care much. As long as he had a healthy body and lived in a peaceful world, he was more than content. However, the "peaceful" part still needed some work—at least until they got out of this forest.

"Kid, why are you acting like an old man? Children should be exercising more to build strong muscles. I bet my little daughter has more muscle than you. Look at you—you’re all skin and bones." Liang Zhu scoffed.

"Huh? You have a daughter, Brother Liang?" Aaron Wang exclaimed surprise etched on his face. "Never pegged you as a family man!"

"Hahaha, do I really look that young? I’m actually in my thirties. I have a five-year-old daughter and another baby on the way in a few months."

"Wow! Brother Liang Zhu congratulations, your daughter must be adorable! You have to introduce us when we get out of here."

But as soon as Tong Xiao’s words left his mouth, the room fell silent; a heavy cloak of anxiety settled over the group. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken fears.

After everything that had happened, they sat there, pretending everything was normal. But in truth, everyone was afraid. No one wanted to die. Everyone had families waiting for them. Somewhere, their loved ones were glued to the live broadcast, holding back tears, praying for their survival, waiting for them to return home.

Desiring to break the tension, Sian rose and chimed in, "I bet you’re forcing your little girl to train in boxing! That’s why she’s so muscular!"

Liang Zhu snapped back to reality, pretending to be affronted. "You little brat! You think I’d push my kids into that? I love the sport, but I’d never impose it on my children!"

"Oh, I see! So she doesn’t box?"

"Well...she does, but only because she enjoys it!" Liang Zhu retorted, his earlier bravado crumbling as laughter erupted.

Tong Xiao and Aaron Wang burst out, their laughter echoing off the walls, enamored by the banter and how swiftly Liang Zhu had surrendered to Sian’s teasing.

And just like that, a hint of warmth returned to the room—a faint smile crept onto everyone’s faces, hope ignited amid the looming shadows.

A faint smile appeared on Sian’s face before he lay back down on the couch. Within minutes, he had fallen asleep again. Tong Xiao grabbed a blanket and covered him, watching as Sian curled up, burying half his face in the fabric.

There was a smile in Tong Xiao’s eyes.

The rest of them, having nothing else to do, picked up books from beside the fireplace and began reading in silence.

Two hours or more passed before Lan Qisheng and his team returned. They had two rabbits and some wild vegetables—potatoes, mushrooms, and other greens. They were experienced in foraging, as they had found plenty of food.

But that wasn’t what caught the attention of those in the living room.

What truly stunned them was the unfamiliar man with his hands tied and his mouth gagged. He had a powerful presence and a strong physique and was dressed in an orange prison uniform. Scars of various sizes covered the exposed parts of his body, including his face.

Aaron Wang nudged his friend beside him. "Who’s this? Where did you find him?"

"Exactly who you think he is."

Zhao Ling dragged the prisoner and dumped him in the corner of the room before tying his hands and feet with a rope. Of course, he gave him a few "light punches" in the process.

Well, he wouldn’t have stopped if Lan Qisheng hadn’t called his name.

Lan Qisheng instructed those who could cook to clean the rabbits and prepare the meal before heading to the living room. He was about to ask about Sian when he saw him still curled up on the couch. His eyes softened with affection and love.

He reached out to touch Sian’s hair but hesitated, recalling what had happened the day before. Withdrawing his hand, he decided to let Sian sleep until the food was ready.

Sian woke up to the noise around him. Everyone was trying to speak quietly, but the shock of the stranger’s presence made it impossible for them to suppress their discussions. Even Lan Qisheng’s team was talking about how they could use him to threaten the terrorists to free the hostages and all.

To be honest, it wasn’t their chatter that woke Sian up.

Half of it was because he smelled something delicious.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he caught the scent of real food.

Rubbing his sleepy red eyes, he sat up. "Is there food?"

"Awake? Go wash your face and come eat," Lan Qisheng said, ruffling Sian’s hair affectionately. He was pleased when Sian didn’t avoid his touch.

Little did he know, Sian didn’t particularly care about such gestures.

As long as the other person wasn’t an enemy or someone he despised, he didn’t mind casual touches.

Poor Lan Qisheng, who thought he was "special": "..."

After washing up, Sian joined the others at the large kitchen table, where they ate until they were full.

Leaning back and rubbing his now-round stomach, Sian suddenly spoke. "Oh, by the way, who’s that half-zombie guy in the corner?"

Everyone: "..."

Did you only notice the stranger after stuffing yourself?

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Ling burst into laughter at the nickname Sian had given the prisoner. Smirking, he said, "That half-zombie over there is the fugitive from the prison we were looking for. And most likely, his organization is looking for him too."