Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 474

He furrowed his brows and nudged Ling Jing.

But Ling Jing didn’t wake up. Instead, he seemed trapped in some kind of nightmare, his expression twisting in agony.

"Dad, why won’t you look at me? I’m your son too," he murmured under his breath, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‍his face contorted further.

"You scheming witch, you set me up! I won’t let you get away with this!"

"You think locking me up in a mental hospital will control me? Hah, dream on!"

"Just wait till I get out—every single one of you will die!"

Though his words were vicious, Lu Chen could see the deep wounds in Ling Jing’s heart.

Even from these fragmented outbursts, Lu Chen could piece together fragments of Ling Jing’s past.

He gave Ling Jing another glance before quickly examining his body.

Ling Jing wouldn’t suddenly collapse like this for no reason—something had to be wrong.

Then it hit him—the patch of weeds from earlier that day.

If there was any place Ling Jing could’ve gotten hurt, it was there.

Had he been injured without anyone noticing?

Lu Chen’s eyes flickered. Without hesitation, he yanked up the hem of Ling Jing’s pants.

His pupils contracted instantly.

Ling Jing’s right ankle was swollen, the skin darkening with an ominous black hue—clear signs of poisoning.

Lu Chen moved swiftly. First, he forced a detox pill into Ling Jing’s mouth. Then, he pulled out a small knife, disinfectant, and other supplies. After sterilizing the blade, he made a precise incision into the swollen flesh.

The poisoned blood had to be drained immediately.

The commotion drew the others, who hurried over to help.

After a strenuous effort, they finally cleared out all the tainted blood.

Lu Chen then carefully poured some of the spiritual spring water—prepared earlier by Yun Xiaoxiao—over the wound.

Next came the salve, the bandages...

By the time Lu Chen started applying the ointment, Ling Jing had already regained consciousness.

His striking eyes flickered open, fixed intently on Lu Chen’s profile.

The faint glow of the campfire traced the sharp line of Lu Chen’s jaw, casting an almost ethereal aura over his usually cold demeanor.

Though he remained silent, there was an undeniable magnetism about him.

From that moment on, Ling Jing latched onto Lu Chen.

"I’m injured. I can’t walk," Ling Jing declared, sprawling on the ground defiantly.

Lu Chen’s temple throbbed. "Then what do you want?"

Ling Jing slowly raised a finger, lips quirking. "Carry me."

"Uh… maybe I should do it?" A burly guard stepped forward, raising his hand.

He could tell Lu Chen wasn’t exactly eager to comply.

As the strongest in the group, he figured it was his duty.

Carrying someone? No big deal—he had the strength for it.

But Ling Jing shot him a look.

A look that very clearly said: Back off. This isn’t your business.

The man clicked his tongue, immediately retracting his outstretched foot.

He forced an awkward chuckle. "Ah… haha… now that I think about it, my back’s been acting up. Yeah… definitely not in any shape to carry anyone. Hah… haha…"

In their base, there were two people you never crossed.

One was the adorable, sweet-faced little leader who could melt hearts with a smile.

The other was the unpredictable, mercurial Ling Jing.

Crossing others might get you killed.

But crossing these two? They’d make sure death was the last thing you got.

So, no. You didn’t mess with them.

Pleased with the man’s retreat, Ling Jing lazily smirked before turning back to Lu Chen.

His gaze practically demanded: Well? Get moving.

Lu Chen frowned.

Of the five guards—three women and two men—one had a "bad back," and the other wasn’t exactly built for carrying a full-grown man.

Sighing, he hauled Ling Jing up and onto his back.

Ling Jing cooperated instantly, looping his arms around Lu Chen’s neck and locking his legs around his waist.

A triumphant grin spread across his face.

"Then… I’ll be in your care, Captain Lu," he murmured, breath hot against Lu Chen’s ear.

Lu Chen’s eyebrow twitched, the warmth making him tilt his head away slightly.

Ling Jing only laughed, thoroughly pleased.

"Lu Chen, I’m hungry."

"Lu Chen, my foot hurts."

"Lu Chen, slow down."

"Lu Chen, speed up."

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"Lu Chen, isn’t this flower pretty?"

"Lu Chen—"

"Are you done?" Lu Chen finally snapped.

"What? Angry?" Ling Jing feigned innocence before shamelessly playing the victim. "Ah—my foot really hurts…"

Lu Chen: "…"

With Ling Jing injured, the mission was cut short.

The group began their descent, heading back to Yun City.

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Before they knew it, the Second Zombie Purge War had begun.

After Tong Zhan’s death, battles erupted fiercely across the land.

On one such day, while assisting the Eastern Base against the undead, Lu Chen and Ling Jing encountered a stray high-level mutated zombie.

Like Tong Zhan, this one was a psychic-type.

And it nearly cost Lu Chen his life.