Apocalypse: My Apartment Has Traits - Chapter 131 - 119

Chapter 131: Chapter 119

“You—!!”

Su Qi trembled with anger, pointing at Zhang Xin, lips quivering, almost unable to utter a complete sentence.

He could never have imagined that his long-separated junior brother would say something so harsh and heartless!

“When I said his talent was not bad, I was referring to his perception in using Qi and blood! I never said anything about his inherent roots!”

Su Qi practically clenched his molars as he roared out each word.

“Senior brother, you truly take doing things contrary for granted!”

Zhang Xin’s voice suddenly raised, full of mockery:

“With such poor inherent roots, even a stray dog on the roadside is better. What good is a talent in Qi and blood? No matter how proficiently he uses Qi and blood in the Tendon Lock Realm, could he possibly defeat me, someone at the First Transformation?”

“I traveled all this way, only for this kind of person… truly a waste of my time!”

He touched the gold watch on his hand, his face full of disgust and impatience, as if staying another second was unbearable.

But then he thought for a moment, sighed heavily, and said as if granting a favor:

“Fine, for the sake of our brotherhood, and seeing as it’s not easy for you either… I’ll still give you a chance.”

Before the words had even fallen, Zhang Xin’s eyes focused, and a faint light flashed in his palm.

A book emitting a far more dazzling glow than Su Lin’s house title deed, surrounded by a silver radiance, appeared out of thin air.

He casually smudged the page, and a contract paper emitting a faint light along with an ancient brush appeared in his hand.

He casually placed the contract and brush on the Eight Immortals Table, with a light “pop” sound.

“If your village wants to join my Zhoushan Town, then have Su Lin sign this.”

Zhang Xin’s tone returned to that indifferent manner, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Su Qi saw his junior brother’s attitude, turned pale with anger.

But concerning Wuyin Village, he suppressed his anger and picked up the paper on the table to look.

In an instant, his pupils trembled with disbelief.

“Bang—!”

“It’s simply absurd!!”

In the next moment, he heavily slammed the contract on the table, his face flushed red, boiling with rage.

“Zhang Xin! Are you treating my nephew like a slave?!”

Zhang Xin replied coldly:

“Senior brother, don’t you know what your good nephew’s inherent roots are like? If my Zhoushan Town is to cultivate him as a signboard, how many resources would we have to pour into raising him?”

“Without the reputation of creating a courtyard, he wouldn’t even have the chance to be cultivated! Your Wuyin Village is even more worthless.”

Slumped in the embrace of Song Yiyi, Su Lin, struggling with numbness and weakness, forced himself to rise and pulled the document from his uncle’s hand.

At first glance, he saw words that described him joining a safe house in Zhoushan Town owned by someone named Pan Hongwen as a tenant.

Everyone knows that becoming someone’s tenant, if no special relationship exists, is like being a slave, completely subordinated to the homeowner, with no personal freedom.

And this was not all.

He forced himself to endure the discomfort and looked carefully.

The contract stipulated that Zhoushan Town would recruit and gather tenants in Su Lin’s name, and even conduct other activities, and he must cooperate unconditionally, acting as a puppet.

As a return?

Wuyin Village could join Zhoushan Town for protection, and Zhoushan Town would also “strive” to help him break through to the First Transformation…

The words seemed simple, the promised “return” appearing tempting in the apocalypse.

But Su Lin understood clearly:

Once signed, he would have no guarantees, completely at the mercy of others.

What puzzled him even more was why Zhoushan Town was so keen on using his name?

A town-level camp, could they truly need his meager reputation?

Another point puzzled Su Lin, why did Zhoushan Town need to use his name to recruit people?

Not mentioning how many people his name could attract, just speaking of Zhoushan Town, was it really short on people?

Su Lin found it extremely strange.

“Have you made up your mind?”

Zhang Xin’s face no longer held the outward calmness from before, assuming a lofty attitude as he looked at the uncle and nephew.

At this moment, Su Qi still looked at him in disbelief, his lips moving:

“How did you become like this…”

Zhang Xin’s gaze swept over him, and he said faintly:

“It’s not I who changed, but you who made the wrong decision by stubbornly retreating to this small village back then. If you hadn’t come back, you would still be the senior brother who made our teacher proud and was admired by junior brothers and sisters, not someone ambushed by ghost hunters and ultimately reduced to… a cripple.”

“Made the wrong decision?” Su Qi laughed incredulously, his eyes bloodshot, voice hoarse, “My son is dead! Shouldn’t I have come back?”

“I only look at results.”

Zhang Xin flicked off imaginary dust from his custom-made suit, speaking indifferently:

“Your decision? Sign, or not sign?”

Su Qi took a deep breath, as if to empty and crush all the warmth and hope remaining for this junior.

He lifted his head, his gaze as cold as iron, without a trace of emotion:

“Do you think… I would personally send my nephew to be your dog?”

Zhang Xin sighed for the third time, with heavy disappointment and a hint of false pity:

“It seems, Senior Brother, you’ve made the wrong choice again. Well, considering our brotherhood, I’ll count today as a wasted trip.”

As he finished speaking, he no longer glanced at Su Qi and Su Lin, turned and headed straight for the door, leaving behind a cold warning:

“I hope you won’t regret this. My Panshan Town is a renowned town-level camp in the Haimei Luhong City area!”

Before the apocalypse, Luhong City was an important subordinate county of Haimei City, with a higher administrative status and development than Chixin Town, where Wuyin Village was located, but a little lower than the city center’s urban area.

Zhang Xin pushed open the Su Family’s gate expressionlessly.

Outside, two alluring women were already waiting by the carriage.

When they saw him emerge, their cold faces instantly blossomed into charming smiles, their graceful and voluptuous figures wrapping around him like water snakes.

Zhang Xin embraced them, pulling one into the carriage.

The heavy brocade curtain fell, shutting out all outside views.

The other woman skillfully took up the reins.

“Giddy up—”

The three-meter-high giant horse let out a deep whinny, its bowl-sized hooves pounding the ground, as the wheels slowly rolled, carrying the arrogant group toward the village entrance.

Zhang Xin, holding the two women, stepped onto the carriage and pulled one inside.

The curtain fell, the other woman began driving away.

The giant horse whinnied loudly, moving forward with basin-sized hooves.

The wheels rolled slowly, the carriage heading toward the village entrance.

Inside the Su Family’s old mansion, the heavy silence was almost suffocating.

Su Qi slumped into a chair, closing his heavy eyelids.

A reunion long-awaited, an assembly bringing him great joy, ultimately concluded in such an ugly way, as if doused with a basin of ice-cold water, the biting chill penetrating to the heart.

Su Lin didn’t know how to comfort him, whispering:

“Second Uncle, people change…”

“I know… I’m just…”

Su Qi’s voice was hoarse and dry; he took a deep breath, trying to suppress his turbulent emotions, suddenly remembering something and leaning forward urgently looking at Su Lin:

“Right! Your body! How does it feel?”

“Seems… alright now.”

Su Lin tried moving his arm, his Qi and blood still somewhat stagnant, but the tearing pain and loss of control were indeed gone.

“Just that earlier my Qi and blood were messed up by that person forcibly, making my body unresponsive.”

Upon hearing this, Su Qi’s tense nerves finally relaxed slightly, leaning back against the chair, murmuring distractedly:

“…He said that was bone exploration…”

After a moment of silence, he chuckled bitterly, with deep disappointment and self-mockery:

“It seems… I’ve indeed been trapped in this limited space for too long, lagging behind this era.”

His gaze swept over the ever-tense Song Yiyi, forcing a polite smile, cupping his hands:

“Miss Song, sorry for the spectacle… but daring to ask, have you heard of the bone exploration method Zhang Xin used earlier? I worry… whether it might leave any hidden dangers on Linzi’s body?”

Song Yiyi was slightly stunned.

Su Lin quickly coughed twice:

“Second Uncle, this is my sister Song Yiyi, not Miss Yiren.”

Song Yiyi, upon hearing this, turned her head displeased, muttering:

“What do you mean! I know about bone exploration too! It’s a recently popular method of exploring bone roots, reportedly very painful for the person, but has no side effects.”

“I see, that’s good.” Su Lin smiled sheepishly.

Su Qi let out a sigh of relief: “As long as the person is okay.”

“However, Panshan Town is indeed a famous town-level camp nearby, strong, resource-rich, and safe living, and also doesn’t have any chaotic internal affairs, much more united than your Wuyin Village.”

Song Yiyi shrugged her petite nose, speaking coyly:

“You missed it, don’t you feel at a loss?”

Su Lin’s gaze slightly narrowed, not directly answering Song Yiyi’s inquiry, instead asking back:

“What do you think… comparing Panshan Town to Zhoushan Town?”

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