RPAGF Chapter 124 The Apocalyptic Boss Arrives (1)
Chapter 124 The Apocalyptic Boss Arrives (1)
Having completed the previous task, Ji Xiaosong lazily lay on the hillside basking in the sun.
As usual, Rongrong floated over. "Ah Song, the next world is the apocalypse, which is quite risky, but if you succeed, your merit will double. Are you going?"
"Go, what's there to be afraid of? We'll deal with whatever comes our way. We'll encounter even more high-risk situations in the future, so there's no reason to back down now."
“I knew Asong was the most powerful. Now I’ll send you to the small world.”
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Ji Family Ancestral Home
Today is Ji Xiaosong's 20th birthday party.
The wine glass reflected the light from the crystal chandelier, and red wine left streaks like blood and tears on its surface.
Lin Miaomiao stretched out her hand, which was painted with coral nail polish, and the sapphire bracelet on her wrist jingled.
Why isn't Xiao Song drinking?
Ji Xiaosong heard a weak gasp coming from her throat, and a sharp pain exploded from her heart.
The original owner's memories pierced her consciousness like ice picks—
In that moment in her past life, after drinking that glass of wine, she collapsed in her champagne-colored dress, her mother's screams ringing in her ears.
The next day, the apocalypse arrived, and the original body became a zombie.
For the next ten years, the Ji family never gave up searching for and rescuing the original owner who had turned into a zombie.
Just when they finally found the antidote, an unexpected incident occurred.
The sudden acid rain corroded my father's hands.
The hand, corroded to the bone by acid rain, still tightly clutched the antidote, hoping until its death that the original owner could be restored to normal.
The mother took the antidote, intending to give it to the original owner of the body. Just as she was about to feed it to her, Zhou Ziheng suddenly appeared.
The older brother fought desperately to protect the original owner, but was no match for her strength. In the end, his head exploded in Zhou Ziheng's palm, and blood splattered on the spot.
Lin Miaomiao stepped on the original owner's body, a mocking smile on her face, and said viciously, "A delicate rose like you from a greenhouse should rot in this apocalyptic swamp."
"...I specifically looked for the 82 Lafite." The voice, a blend of reality and memory, made Ji Xiaosong feel nauseous.
The moment my fingertips touched the rim of the cup, the thin snow herbaceous body grew wildly in my sea of consciousness.
In an instant, she saw grayish-green spores suspended in the red wine—neurotoxins mixed with meteorite radiation dust, enough to brittle the bones of ten elephants.
"Click."
Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the cup's surface, and Ji Xiaosong used the chilling energy condensed from her spiritual power to climb up Lin Miaomiao's fingertips.
Ji Xiaosong's hand gripping her chin was more precise than a scalpel; the instant the icicle pierced her teeth, half a cup of poisoned wine was poured into her throat.
"You love drinking it so much,"
She let the ice shards mixed with blood drip through her fingers. "Why don't we drink our fill?"
The chandelier suddenly shattered, with crystal shards suspended in mid-air.
The guests' gasps caught in their throats as they saw ice flowers blooming at the tips of the Ji family's daughter's hair, and countless transparent roots extending from under her skirt and embedding themselves in the marble floor.
Lin Miaomiao curled up like a shrimp on the ground, her skin waxing at a visible speed.
"three minutes."
Ji Xiaosong walked up the icy steps to the main seat, with thin snowflakes blooming behind her like ice sculptures. "Your spine will melt like a birthday candle."
Screams and the sound of ice shattering rang out simultaneously.
She looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the churning leaden clouds, the smell of acid rain mixed with the stench of blood filling the air.
"Xiao Song, what's wrong with you? Why are you treating me like this? I'm your best friend!"
Lin Miaomiao tried to pick at the wine in her mouth with her fingers, but it was no use at all.
"Best friend? Ha, when you and my fiancé Zhou Ziheng were lying in bed talking about the next generation, did you never think of me as your best friend?"
Ji Chengguang, the father of Ji, rushed over and was stunned when he saw this scene.
Thankfully, it wasn't his beloved daughter who got hurt, otherwise he can't even imagine how devastated he would have been.
"Song'er, tell me what Lin Miaomiao and Zhou Ziheng did? How dare they!"
Ji's mother, Song Ya, was startled by her daughter's sudden action, but after learning the reason, she felt that Lin Miaomiao deserved it!
Zhou Ziheng and Ji Xiaosong were betrothed since childhood, a union based on the interests of both the Ji and Zhou families.
In recent years, however, the Zhou family has become increasingly powerful, and even Zhou Ziheng's temperament has changed.
Now that I think about it carefully, it's clear that we had already betrayed each other.
"Yes, Mom, Lin Miaomiao and Zhou Ziheng have been having an affair for a long time. I don't want a man like that."
Ji Xiaosong said calmly, completely ignoring Lin Miaomiao's pleas for mercy.
Zhou Ziheng was talking with Ji Xiaosong's elder brother, Ji Youshu, in the garden when he saw the guests fleeing in all directions, so he ran towards the banquet hall.
Three minutes later, the medicine started to take effect.
When Zhou Ziheng walked in, he saw Lin Miaomiao lying on the ground like a puddle of water.
His eyes widened instantly, his face filled with horror and disbelief. He staggered to Lin Miaomiao's side, helped her up from the ground, and asked in a trembling voice, "Miaomiao, Miaomiao, what's wrong with you!"
He shook Lin Miaomiao's body violently, as if trying to pull her back from the brink of death.
Lin Miaomiao was already barely breathing. With Zhou Ziheng shaking her violently, she let out a weak whimper before falling silent and her head drooping limply.
Zhou Ziheng stood frozen in place, seemingly not yet realizing what had happened. After a long while, he slowly put Lin Miaomiao down, stood up, his eyes bloodshot, and glared fiercely at Ji Xiaosong, saying each word clearly, "It was you, you killed her!"
He knew perfectly well that Lin Miaomiao planned to poison Ji Xiaosong today, but he chose to play dumb.
Not only did he meticulously forge an alibi beforehand, but he also chatted casually with Ji Youshu in the garden as if nothing had happened, as if everything was under his control, quietly waiting to see how this good show would unfold.
Seeing Ji Xiaosong standing there perfectly fine while Lin Miaomiao was no longer breathing was something he couldn't accept at all.
As he spoke, he charged at Ji Xiaosong like a maddened beast, his hands forming claws, as if he wanted to tear her to pieces immediately.
How could Ji Youshu stand by and watch his sister be threatened? He flashed forward like a black lightning bolt, instantly blocking Ji Xiaosong's path.
"If you want to mess with my sister, you'll have to get past me first!"
Ji Youshu's gaze was icy, and his aura was chilling.
But Zhou Ziheng was almost completely enchanted at this moment, and he didn't care about anything else. He swung his fist and smashed it at Ji Youshu.
Ji Youshu remained calm and easily dodged Zhou Ziheng's attack, then suddenly kicked Zhou Ziheng in the abdomen.
Zhou Ziheng flew backwards several meters like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
But he was still unwilling to give up, and struggled to get up, ready to rush forward again.
Ji Youshu snorted coldly, took a step forward, and started punching and kicking Zhou Ziheng.
Each punch carried immense force, leaving Zhou Ziheng utterly helpless, only able to groan in pain on the ground.
Seeing his expression, what else could Ji Youshu not understand?
He hit and cursed, "You shameless bastard, how dare you betray my sister and lay a hand on her! Today I'll show you what happens when you provoke the Ji family!"
Ji Chengguang only stopped after Ji Youshu had beaten Zhou Ziheng until he was barely breathing.
"Alright, that's enough with the lesson. Killing him wouldn't be worth it. We'll torture him slowly later; we'll get rid of him sooner or later!"