The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 508: Drunk, Who?

Chapter 508: Drunk, Who?

Xu Feng was a man burdened by memories—some blurred like a dream, others sharp and painful. He had spent many lifetimes navigating different worlds, and now none truly felt like home.

Currently, as he sat naked in the quiet clearing, surrounded by the remnants of his little feast, he felt more lost than ever. He had more memories than before, but it hadn’t made things better.

’Knowledge is power.’

Xu Feng remembered this saying from his time in Dongmen and couldn’t help but roll his eyes. It was much better to remain blissfully unaware! Okay, maybe that wasn’t true, but knowing too much wasn’t the best either.

His silver hair, a backsplash against his youthful face, framed features that were both familiar and foreign. It was his face, but not quite—more mature, more defined, and tinged with an otherworldly essence. It seemed as though his appearance had solidified.

His hair wasn’t as long as it was when he was the ’Xu Feng’ in Nanshan Estate, and it wasn’t as short as his last few days in college. It was silver once again, but it was closer to his modern style if not a bit overgrown... okay, very overgrown.

The richness of the jam lingered on his lips, a small streak across his cheek betraying his earlier indulgence. His belly was painfully full, another reminder of the hasty decision to drown his thoughts in food and wine.

Xu Feng groaned, clutching his stomach as he leaned back against the soft grass. The world around him seemed to blur at the edges, his mind swirling with memories he wasn’t ready or willing to confront.

"Uggghhh..." Another groan escaped him, this time a mix of discomfort and frustration.

The rich, sugary scent of the preserves was almost intoxicating, it was a much better focus point than the memories of death and despair or even the ones filled with happiness and laughter.

His body protested the excess, but his mind was more troubled by the memories that refused to be silenced. He missed his family—the warmth of Nanshan Estate, the comforting presence of his lovers, and the phantom laughter of his children.

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He hadn’t ever heard his children’s laughter, and likely no one had, but that didn’t keep him from dreaming! A man could have dreams!!

But there was something else, too, a gnawing concern for his younger brother, Zeng. They had been through so much over all their lifetimes, facing everything together. How could he leave Zeng behind, trapped in that zombie-infested world?

"Uggghhhh..." This time Xu Feng’s groan wasn’t because of his belly. It was his head protesting.

Xu Feng’s thoughts drifted as he sank deeper into the calm caused by the overstuffed sensation in his belly. He shouldn’t be feeling a hangover this quickly, should he? The throbbing in his head had two causes, and only one was the wine.

It felt like no time had passed since he began indulging, but perhaps time was playing tricks on him again.

He missed his family in Nanshan but he also wanted to reunite with his brother Zeng. Zeng had accompanied him through much and deserved much more from him.

"Never thought I’d want to go back to the zombies..." he muttered, a faint smile tugging at his lips as his eyelids grew heavier. His mind, sluggish from the wine, finally began to shut down, forcing him into sleep mode.

It was the only escape from the storm of thoughts that raged within him. But sleep offered only temporary peace.

As Xu Feng drifted off, his body began to fade, disappearing from the grassy clearing without the previous fanfare of energy, light, and purifying water.

There was no grand awakening of his powers, no surge of memories. Instead, it was as if he was simply pulled away, his person shifting to a new place, a place far less familiar and eerily unsettling.

It wasn’t a journey into his mind, there was no ploy to awaken his inheritance or his memories—the memories he was now fighting to ignore.

The two spaces—Xu Feng’s and Dong Yang’s—had done what they could in that respect and had tired themselves out, but if the master wanted out, they wouldn’t keep him locked up.

So, the naked silver-haired man disappeared from his sprawled position on the green grass and reappeared in a slightly dingy basement.

The only noise in the basement came from the soundly sleeping naked man who would hiccup occasionally. A few times one could even hear a small burst of laughter escape his lips.

What exactly was Xu Feng dreaming of?

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When he opened his eyes again, Xu Feng found himself in a dimly lit basement. The air was musty and thick with the scent of dust and decay.

He blinked, trying to orient himself as the remnants of sleep clung to his mind.

Staring into the dark room as his eyes began to acclimate to his new surroundings, Xu Feng’s brain moved as slowly as a turtle sightseeing. His brain was clearly in no rush to take in wherever he was now.

The basement was a far cry from the open expanse of the clearing he had just left. The walls were lined with metal shelves, some of which were tipped over, their contents scattered across the floor. Cans of food, bottles of water, and other supplies lay in disarray, evidence of a hurried search or a struggle.

Strangely enough, the room was pretty empty despite all the shelving, and all the goods that were left behind were clearly contaminated in some way.

There was nothing the pampered ger would find edible here even if he wasn’t yet accustomed to being on the lookout for virus-contaminated food.

Everything simply looked unkempt, and his inner clean freak was getting agitated the longer he sat on the floor.

Xu Feng’s eyes slowly swept the dimly lit basement, taking in the overturned shelves, scattered supplies, and the general disarray that surrounded him. Finally, his gaze caught on something unusual—a strangely shaped lump on the floor, partially hidden beneath a small pile of items.

For a moment, Xu Feng stared at the lump, his mind sluggishly trying to make sense of what he was seeing. It was an odd, misshapen form, not quite recognizable at first. The dim light and the disarray made it difficult to discern what it was.

He squinted his eyes as he tried to piece together the details.

The lump was dark and crumpled, lying unnaturally still. Xu Feng’s heart rate quickened as his brain slowly processed what his eyes were seeing. The contours of the lump became clearer—a small, fragile-looking body, limbs twisted at odd angles. It was missing a head.

The realization hit him like a cold wave, but his body didn’t react the way it should have. There was no sudden jolt of fear, no rush of adrenaline. Instead, he felt a strange detachment, as if the scene before him was something distant, something that couldn’t truly touch him.

His gaze followed the trail of decay that spread out from the body, contaminating the pile of goods it had landed on. The supplies—cans, packets, and bottles—were marred by the blackened, oozing fluid that had seeped from the zombie’s still decaying flesh.

The stench was dull, it was clear this zombie had died some time ago and had been rotting for a good long time. These were the remnants of a long-dead child that had once been human.