[Quick Transmigration] The Clingy Spirit of the Blackened Male Supporting Character - Chapter 43

If Luo Ning wanted to kill him, he could have done it while he was unconscious. Why would he stay so honestly?

Mu Chengfeng couldn’t understand why Luo Ning wouldn’t abandon him just for a bread. Were there really people among that group of ungrateful wolves who knew gratitude?

He warned himself not to trust anyone anymore, but Luo Ning’s actions had opened a crack in the shadows of his heart.

“What happened to my injuries?” Mu Chengfeng asked again, staring intently at Luo Ning’s expression. He could feel an inexplicable strength in his body, which was different from his previous physical condition.

Luo Ning thought about the only gene modification fluid he had and felt a bit reluctant. He hesitated, unable to explain that high-tech product. A lie required countless other lies to cover it up. He looked confused and found an excuse, “I don’t really understand either. At first, your forehead was so hot, but then it returned to normal. It must be because your will was strong. Not only did you endure it, but you also awakened your special ability.”

Mu Chengfeng scoffed. He knew that infected humans had a chance of becoming ability users, but even if they did, they wouldn’t be as energetic as he was. He suspected that Luo Ning wasn’t telling the truth, but he couldn’t pry it out of him.

However, the term “ability user” did cause his expression to shift slightly. He tried to sense if there were any abnormal powers within him, concentrating his mind. He felt a faint burning sensation in his palm.

Mu Chengfeng remained silent, glancing at the pitch-black night outside. He had no more questions and distanced himself from Luo Ning, his long legs folding as he leaned back again.

A sudden rumbling sound broke the silence. Luo Ning abruptly turned to look at Mu Chengfeng’s stomach and asked in a crisp voice, “Are you hungry?”

Mu Chengfeng’s cold and stern face showed an unusual expression. Feeling the light rumble of his stomach, he experienced a rare moment of embarrassment. Having not eaten all day, of course he was hungry. The continuous rumbling made him feel embarrassed, so he replied flatly, “No.”

But Luo Ning had already turned around and was rummaging through his pockets, pulling out bread and milk. He smiled and handed them over. “Here, eat this.”

His peach blossom eyes curved slightly, radiating a gentle warmth like a crescent moon.

Mu Chengfeng took the bread and took a big bite. Because Luo Ning didn’t kick him while he was down, he found him quite pleasing to the eye and decided not to call him pretty boy anymore.

Luo Ning couldn’t sleep anymore. He propped up his chin and nibbled on two biscuits, taking small bites, his lips moving like a little squirrel.

He turned to look out the window casually but saw a dark shadow at the edge of the window. A hideous, rotting face suddenly pressed against it, with a hollow eye socket dripping flesh and blood, a terrifying sight.

Luo Ning’s mouth dropped open, his face turned pale, and the half-eaten biscuit fell from his mouth. His eyes widened in shock. He gasped, unable to make a single sound out of fear.

Mu Chengfeng had already finished the bread. Seeing Luo Ning frozen in fear, he shook his head, thinking that this person looked pleasing to the eye but was far too timid. A man like him, so soft and weak, with skinny arms and legs, really was too fragile.

Luo Ning was stunned, not only because of the sudden appearance of the zombie but also because it was so ugly and bloody that he suddenly couldn’t accept it.

He was scared, his eyelashes trembling, his small face pale. He quickly jumped and hid behind Mu Chengfeng, clutching the hem of Mu Chengfeng’s shirt and nervously peeking out to look.

That face was still pressed against the window, and he was horrified again by its ugliness. He quickly turned away. What a terrible situation for someone who was obsessed with looks!

Mu Chengfeng was helpless. What kind of man acts so needy and weak? He snorted lightly, stood up with a cold face, pushed Luo Ning’s hand away, and directly pulled the curtain down to block that face. Then he calmly sat back down.

The window was iron-framed. Although there was noise, the zombie couldn’t break in, so he didn’t take action.