Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Brother Yan changed his face faster than flipping through a book, and when Ling Huang bluntly refused and even scolded him, Brother Yan's kind smile turned into a gloomy expression.

Raised his hand and slapped Ling Huang on the face, "Shame on me!"

The corner of Ling Huang's mouth was broken, and he tasted the sweet and fishy taste of some blood.

"Who gave you the guts to refuse me?" Brother Yan grabbed Ling Huang's hair and forced him to turn around and look at each other, "How dare you put a long line to catch big fish with me because of your good looks? What do you want? Huh? "

"Will you give me what I want?" Ling Huang looked at him with a sneer.

"You deserve it?!" Brother Yan tugged even harder.

Ling Huang's scalp was numb with pain, and the man might have pulled out a lot of hair.

"Whether I deserve it or not, Brother Yan has the final say." But he didn't have the slightest sense of surrender, and smiled and swept Brother Yan's heroic but stern face up and down several times, "Why do I think Brother Yan You really like me, so I should be worthy, right?"

Brother Yan squinted at Ling Huang for 30 seconds.

He let go of his hand, gave Ling Huang another cold look, and walked away.

Doctor Che then came in and started to untie Ling Huang's hands and feet without saying a word.

"Have you fed and drank me every day and finally can't take it anymore?" Ling Huang smiled, "Have you decided to give me back the ability to take care of myself?"

"You can still laugh." Dr. Che has been alone with Ling Huang recently, and the two of them are very familiar. He glanced at the door and lowered his voice, "Brother Yan said that you don't have to pretend to be a wounded person anymore. You know what this means? What?"

"It means my injury has healed." Ling Huang sat up and stretched his arms after being loosened from both wrists.

"Are you stupid? As soon as you walk out of the medical room, there will be a group of people outside waiting to teach you a lesson." Dr. Che untied Ling Huang's feet again, and sighed, "If you want me to tell you, just follow him." Brother Yan lowered his head, and said a few nice words, Brother Yan is not an unkind person, why did you recruit him?"

"...Did you see what happened in the room just now?" Ling Huang heard what Dr. Che meant as if he knew the inside story.

"There is monitoring. Although I can't hear what you are saying, I can tell that Brother Yan intends to protect you." Dr. Che said this tactfully, after thinking for a while, he put it in a more direct way, "What are you doing now? Under the circumstances, staying with Brother Yan is the safest, identity doesn't matter, no matter how many rumors there are, life is the most important thing."

Ling Huang could feel the kindness in Dr. Che's words.

He shook his head with a faint smile.

Under Dr. Che's hesitant comment, Ling Huang got out of bed, didn't see his shoes, and simply put on a hospital gown and left the medical room barefoot.

Not surprisingly, he was surrounded by a large group of people and beat him up, but these people were not very ruthless.

When they stopped, Ling Huang got up with difficulty, lowered his head and bowed to them, and slowly moved forward.

He is not familiar with this base, he doesn't know where this road will lead, let alone where he should go.

But he knew there was no place for him on this base.

The big deal is to go out, go to the surface, and let the zombies outside tear him apart and eat them.

But when this hopeless thought popped up, a very horrifying face appeared in Ling Huang's mind.

There is no bloody skin covering it, the two eyeballs are round and big, black and white are distinct, and although the voice is low but sounds inexplicably milky, Xiaoying.

Maybe Xiaoying is still waiting for him not far outside, but he has admitted the relationship with Xiaoying's good friend, Xiaoying is so simple, maybe he will really be willing to wait outside for his friend...

Knowing that this idea is very weird and unreasonable, but the heavy steps at this moment can only be carried on unswervingly by relying on this little belief.

The worst thing is to be discarded, but he still has Xiaoying, maybe he can survive the desperate situation, Xiaoying is an SSR, a super powerful zombie type!

"Bah!" The middle-aged man who lost his son spat at Ling Huang, "If Ah Yan hadn't told me to spare your life to pay off the children's debts, I should have killed you right now!"

"Is he still far away from death?" The pregnant woman's eyes were red, she did not hide her hatred for Ling Huang at all, "Brother Yan asked him to go to the ground to repair the iron net alone, hmph, he still has a life to come back?"

Some of the other people threw a toolbox over, "Go to the ground and repair all the iron nets in the quarantine area, and you are not allowed to come back if you can't repair it!"

"Come back?" the pregnant woman scolded, "Come back for what? This is where he can come? He should be buried with him!"

"That's right! If you can't repair the iron net, you should commit suicide on the spot and apologize!"

"If you don't fix it well, you will die. I won't let you go!"

"Hurry up! Don't act here, but no one cares about you!"

As soon as he picked up the toolbox, Ling Huang was pushed hard.

He staggered a few steps forward and fell to the ground, with his stomach pressed against the toolbox, and Ling Huang burst into tears in pain.

"What are you pretending to be dead?!" A man lifted Ling Huang from the ground and pushed him again, "Hurry up and repair the iron grid!"

Holding the toolbox in his arms, Ling Huang lowered his head and held back his tears.

While being scolded by others, and walking outside surrounded by these people, Ling Huang wiped his face with the sleeve of his hospital gown from time to time.

Brother Yan was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, watching Ling Huang walk in front of him surrounded by angry people.

He coughed lightly, and the others immediately stopped cursing and pushing Ling Huang.

But he coughed for Ling Huang, as long as the boy comes to beg him now, or as long as he takes a soft look at this side, Brother Yan is willing to stand up and protect him immediately.

But Ling Huang only paused slightly.

Without raising his head, or even turning his eyes this way, Ling Huang walked slowly forward again.

The cursing voices gradually recovered, and the pushing and shoving movements gradually became intensive and forceful.

Brother Yan threw the cigarette butt and stamped it out, and slowly followed the group of people.

When pushed all the way to the stairs leading to the ground, Ling Huang turned his head and glanced at these people apologetically, without paying any attention to Brother Yan who was farther away.

"I'm sorry." Ling Huang bowed to the people, "I didn't mean to harm anyone, but in fact, it was because of my arrival that I attracted those zombies. I will repair the iron net. You don't want to see me. After repairing Iron Net and I'll leave."

"What nonsense! Do you think we can forgive you by saying that?!"

"Sell miserable and pretend to be pitiful? We won't soften your heart. You'd better get out and feed the zombies yourself, and don't let us see you again!"

Amid all the scolding, Ling Huang bowed to them again with a pale face.

Turn your head and walk up the steps step by step.

After the isolation door on the ground opened and closed, Ling Huang disappeared from the sight of the group of people, and someone laughed, "Hey, the iron grid hasn't been powered off yet, so it will burn if he touches it?"

Brother Yan clapped his hands, "Just do whatever you need to do, don't hang around here."

After everyone dispersed, Brother Yan ordered his subordinates, "Go and cut off the power to the iron grid."

It was dusk on the ground, and there were some slow-moving A-level zombies with only a sense of smell wandering in the memorial square.

Looking up, except for a large amount of green slime remaining near the iron net, there is no trace of SS-level venom zombies in the visible range.

"Brother!" A deep and milky voice came from the side.