Transmigrating as a Cannon Fodder in the Apocalypse, Seducing the Mad Female Lead - Chapter 41

“With you here, I don’t need to pretend to be strong anymore.”

Bai Yanxing gazed up at the starry sky, a smile playing on her lips.

Today had been a relatively happy day for him. Despite losing a couple of teammates, death was commonplace in the Apocalypse, and her heart had long since grown numb to such losses.

The only deaths that would truly devastate her were those of the people she cared about—the ones she cherished.

If any of them were to perish, Bai Yanxing suspected she would lose her mind.

After all, in this monster-infested world, the only reason she hadn’t chosen to end her own life but continued to fight on was for her family and her beloved.

Su Tang’s wooden cabin stood out in the Inner City, flanked by two saplings of French plane trees. Though these trees grew quickly, they were still too young to reach any significant height.

Su Jianyu had promised her daughter she would build a flower bed in front of the cabin, hoping it would brighten her spirits whenever she stepped outside.

In the Apocalypse, seeds for wildflowers were easy to find, but those for more beautiful, ornamental flowers were scarce.

Su Tang pushed open the cabin door. Embers still glowed in the fireplace. She tossed in a few small logs, and white smoke drifted upward through the brick chimney.

The flames quickly rekindled.

“Go wash up. There’s a gift waiting for you when you’re done,” Su Tang said mysteriously.

Bai Yanxing nodded obediently and eagerly hurried into the bathroom.

The warm water cascading over her seemed to wash away her fatigue, even gradually dispelling her drunkenness.

Clear, glistening droplets rolled down her fair back, revealing Bai Yanxing’s undeniably impressive physique. Her arms and long legs were well-proportioned, far from the frailness often associated with women.

The bathroom had a wooden door, with only a sliver of warm yellow light seeping from beneath the crack and the sound of running water reminding her that someone was eagerly awaiting their gift.

Su Tang took a deep breath and opened the wardrobe.

Unlike system-equipped transmigrators who could rely on their systems to map out their surroundings, Su Tang had to explore the Black Wolf Gang’s vast territory herself.

The Black Wolf Gang was enormous, housing at least several thousand people and divided into Inner and Outer Cities.

In recent days, Su Tang had spent her time either honing her shooting skills at the firing range or meticulously exploring the entire Black Wolf Gang.

But diligence pays off. She had finally discovered a place within the gang worth investigating.

Black Wolf Gang members on external missions received not only basic food supplies but also iron tokens stamped with unique, intricately carved seals. These tokens had denominations ranging from 1 to over 1,000.

Crafted by skilled artisans, these tokens featured unique anti-counterfeiting marks that were nearly impossible for ordinary people to replicate. They served as the Black Wolf Gang’s internal currency.

Su Tang naturally possessed a large stockpile of these “Black Wolf Currency” tokens, which could be exchanged for supplies at designated markets. These supplies included winter cotton-padded clothing, daily necessities like towels, toothbrushes, and belts, and other essential items.

However, some individuals who lacked contributions to the Black Wolf Gang, such as fighting zombies, sought alternative ways to earn these tokens. They might scavenge broken light bulbs, repair them, and sell them, or offer repair services to others, earning meager amounts of Black Wolf Currency.

Su Tang arrived at the so-called Private Market. Most of the people here were pale and emaciated, many with missing limbs—amputated legs and feet were commonplace. These were survivors who had been bitten by zombies and had their limbs surgically removed in time to save their lives.

However, this amputation rendered them unable to fight, forcing them to eke out a living within the Shelter.

Some sold comic books, others sold regular books—all spiritual sustenance from the days of human civilization.

Su Tang wandered around.

She noticed someone selling clothes, each garment wrapped in thin plastic film. Some looked old, clearly salvaged from a warehouse.

The Black Wolf Gang had a rule: whoever discovered supplies first got to take a little extra. That’s how these clothes had leaked out of the gang’s warehouse.

“Miss Su, what brings you here?”

The shopkeeper recognized Su Tang and grinned widely.

“Just shopping,” she replied.

“These oddities aren’t in the Black Wolf Gang’s warehouse.”

Besides, Su Tang had money to spend and didn’t want to rely on warehouse supplies every day.

Her gaze swept over the clothes, finally settling on a thin, white nightgown. Her ears flushed crimson, like bl00d jade.

“Miss Su… this nightgown is too sheer for you to wear…”

The woman tried to hide the garment. If she dared corrupt Su Tang, the Alpha would likely hang her from the Inner City walls as a warning to others.

But halfway through her sentence, the woman suddenly realized:

Nearly four years had passed. Su Tang was no longer the naive, pampered girl who stood beside her father.

She had grown up.

She had her own judgment and her own affections.

“I’m here to buy clothes. Why are you still hiding them?” Su Tang squinted, a hint of displeasure in her eyes. Everyone in the base treated her like a child, likely because Su Jianyu had warned them so sternly.

But she wasn’t the original owner of this body—that impulsive, perpetually clueless girl.

“Name your price,” Su Tang said, patting the iron coins in her pocket.

These coins circulated only within the Black Wolf Gang. Outside the gang, they were just decorative pieces of iron, intricately carved and patterned.

She spent them without a second thought.

After all, she went out with the Female Lead to hunt zombies every day. The number of zombies they killed daily was more than enough to keep her living comfortably.

And she didn’t have some so-called hoarding space system.

Too much food would just spoil.

Bai Yanxing wiped her slightly damp short hair with a white towel, her mind clearing considerably. She hadn’t drunk much alcohol; she simply had a low tolerance.

Gu Mei had attended today’s celebratory banquet.

However, her attention was entirely focused on the roasted suckling pig, relentlessly asking the chef for the remaining bones.

These bones contained marrow, which could be used to make another pot of soup.

Gu Mei and the other young people who had gone out on missions would indeed receive rewards, but they still had families of the elderly, weak, and disabled to support. Even with the rewards, they dared not indulge in lavish feasts.

As a result, Gu Mei didn’t approach Bai Yanxing and Su Tang to chat.

Excellent… very good.

Bai Yanxing was thoroughly satisfied with this.

But when she stepped out of the bathroom, she witnessed a scene that made her pupils contract sharply.

Su Tang had turned off the main lights in the room, leaving only a few small lamps entwined around the bookshelves and walls. In the dim, yellowish light, her skin appeared exceptionally pale.

“Do you like it?” Su Tang asked with a smile, her white dress shimmering faintly.

The floral vines wrapped around her upper body and her fair skin were partially visible.

Bai Yanxing’s breathing quickened.

Seriously?

Who could resist such a temptation?

“Your gift…”

“That’s right, it’s me. Don’t you like it?” Su Tang pressed her advantage, wrapping her arms around Bai Yanxing’s neck and whispering a provocative question.