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Chapter 21: The Aristocratic Woman

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Wang Hao arrived at the area just outside the bungalow estate at the top of the mountain and found a place to hide.

He was going to wait for a suitable chance before taking action.

However, after waiting all day long, no one had driven out to get food.

The sky slowly darkened, and Wang Hao didn't have much food left.

GURURU…

His stomach was beginning to growl.

Wang Hao studied all the bungalows around him.

There were so many bungalows, and he had no idea what the situations were in each one.

It was already nighttime, and he realized that no one was going to go out now at night to search for food.

So Wang Hao decided to give up his reconnoitering for the day. Instead, he started walking toward the other bungalows that were further away from his target.

Rustle…rustle…

He walked across a green patch of grass, making a slight rustling sound.

In no time, Wang Hao found himself in front of another bungalow on the other side of the complex.

This bungalow had a fence around it, and there was a red sports car parked inside the fence. It looked like a Ferrari.

Wang Hao became interested. He had seen articles on these kind of cars before, and they cost a few million bucks.

In the past, he could only imagine what sitting in a sports car would feel like. But now, he could actually own one.

"Zombie Form!" Wang Hao called out softly.

After he'd switched to Zombie Form, his jumping abilities increased five times at least, so it was easy for him to just hop over the fence.

After that, Wang Hao reverted to Human Form.

"Is this a super-car?"

Wang Hao looked at the luxury car sitting in front of him and felt his heart begin to race.

Even though there was a thick layer of dust on the surface of the car, it didn't affect the excitement in his heart at all.

Wang Hao didn't know how to drive, but he couldn't help it, he wanted to sit behind the wheel to have a feel what driving it would be like.

He sat down in the comfortable seat, putting his legs under the steering wheel. This felt pretty good.

But Wang Hao didn't know how to drive. Otherwise, he would definitely have given this car a go.

"I think Li Mengyao knows how to drive. I'll get her to teach me."

Wang Hao made this decision, then hopped out of the car.

He then walked toward the door of the bungalow.

The door wasn't locked, so Wang Hao just pushed it open.

"Huh?"

Wang Hao stepped onto the red-carpeted floor and entered the living room. He started looking around.

He felt that this bungalow was completely different from what he had imagined. The space was very big, but it seemed a little too empty.

There was no furniture in the living room, and the walls were covered with oil paintings, but he couldn't make out what the paintings were depicting.

Wang Hao walked around the first floor and found nothing, so he headed for the second floor.

"Why does it feel like there's nobody living in this bungalow?"

Wang Hao frowned. There were several rooms on the second floor, but they were all completely empty too.

When he reached the third floor, Wang Hao finally found something covered with a white cloth.

He reached out to pull the white cloth away to find that the item beneath it was a piano.

"I suppose an artist used to live here."

Wang Hao felt that there was nothing left in this house for him to discover, so he decided to leave.

Just then, he noticed a faint light coming out from under the door of one of the rooms.

At first, Wang Hao thought he was seeing things, but, after looking more carefully, he saw that there really was light coming out from under one of the doors.

"So somebody still lives here."

Wang Hao was surprised. He slowly went closer to that door.

...

Inside the room, a woman wearing a long black dress with an aristocratic air about her was lying on a real leather sofa.

In front of her was a white European-style table with several open bottles of red wine on the table.

The woman was looking out at the dark skies through the window. Then, suddenly, she reached out for a glass of red wine with fair fingers and gently tipped the wine into her mouth.

Six months ago, her father had passed away from cancer.

So she'd dismissed all the servants, sold off everything in the bungalow, and prepared to migrate to another country.

But fate had played a huge joke on her.

Just after she'd returned to the bungalow to take a few things with her when she migrated, the Apocalypse had hit.

Her heart was filled with despair now. She was trapped in this bungalow.

There were many, many zombies outside, and she would definitely die if she left the bungalow.

For the past two weeks, she hadn't eaten anything. All she'd done was drink red wine every day.

She didn't have much strength left, and it was difficult for her to even stand. She was just waiting for death.

But she wasn't afraid of dying. In fact, she hoped death would come soon.

She had followed her father around ever since she'd been a child, and her heart had been heavily influenced by art. Her outlook was completely different from most other people as a result.

She didn't want to die being torn to pieces by a zombie. That would be really disgusting.

She wanted to die in a more artistic fashion, for example, as Hemmingway had killed himself with a pistol, or from drinking a glass of poison. She was ready to just enjoy the process of death slowly overtaking her.

The woman noticed that there was no more red wine left on the table, so she slowly stood up.

Her father loved to drink wine too, and he had a lot of famous foreign wines stored in the basement.

She had relied on these red wines to live on for the past two weeks.

Creaaak…

The woman slowly opened the door and walked out of the room.

Just as she stepped out of the room, she noticed an unfamiliar man standing in front of her.

It was very obvious that someone had broken into her house.

But there was no change in the woman's expression at all, as if the man in front of her was nothing but air. She walked straight past Wang Hao.

"Huh?"

Wang Hao had a strange look on his face now, and he started to become interested in this woman.

He peeked into the room and saw that there was no one else there and then he started chasing after the woman.

He had already checked the rest of the bungalow earlier and confirmed that there was nobody else in the entire house.

HUU!

On the staircase landing, Wang Hao reached out and grabbed the woman's waist from behind.

The woman stopped walking. She didn't struggle or fight back. She didn't have any more strength to fight back.

"What are you trying to do?" asked the woman.

"You're so pretty, what do you think?" asked Wang Hao with a smile.

This woman's skin was so fair and she exuded the air of an aristocrat, so he really wanted her badly.

In the past, he wouldn't have even dared to dream of having a fair, gorgeous, high-class woman like this. Now that he had the chance, he wasn't going to let it go.

"Tsk, tsk."

The woman scoffed quietly and said, "Men. Men like you who don't have any artistic sense are always obsessed with women's physical bodies. How superficial."

"I don't know anything about art. I just want to know if you are you willing to sleep with me?" asked Wang Hao.

"I am someone with an artistic sensibility, so my body is merely the medium by which I display art. You can do whatever you want with it. I just hope that you can promise me that once you've satisfied your needs, you can kill me," said the woman expressionlessly.


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