Zombie Queen transmigration into a book
Chapter 63: They’re red and swollen!

Chapter 63: They’re red and swollen!

Their nose wrinkled as they opened their eyes; Ethan felt lighter than before, rolling his shoulders; his eyes landed on Eva, and his hands froze in the air. Julian spoke out, his hands on his chest from the scare he got.

’’Eva, what happened to your eyes and nose? They’re red and swollen!’’ Eva blinked away her tears and pointed to their body, unable to speak.

They finally noticed the black blood dried on them; Ethan quickly stood and went into the bathroom; Julian held his nose with a scrunched face as he left the room, heading to his. Sensing there were no problems with their bodies, Eva disappeared.

Appearing in her space, Eva collapsed onto the ground, taking deep sniffs of the grassy ground.

The green grass blended with her head as she buried her face in the ground. ’it smells so nice...’ As she tried to erase the lingering smell both mentally and physically, Selina’s figure was seen squatting outside.

She rose, pressing on her numb legs with a frown as she glanced at the mansion, in hopes of seeing anyone. ’There was no way they wouldn’t leave their mansion to challenge the dungeon as every dungeon raider.’ Unknown to her, they were the first to get their beast eggs and her wait was going to be a long one. She had planned to use Eva’s help to get hers—her healer powers were useless.

Selina leaned against the wall and squatted, waiting.

Julian walked out of the bathroom, his skin all red and wrinkled. He sniffed himself and relaxed—the smell was faint now.

He then noticed the lightness of his body, he teleported back and forth around his room, throwing things in the air and freezing them mid-air.

Not yet satisfied, he retrieved his sword, and his fast swings sliced through the air, even using his left dominant hand for so long.

’I’d never been in such a top form before; even the old wound in my left arm doesn’t ache... strange.’ He was astonished by the situation before his eyes grew serious when he remembered the cause of his body improvement.

With trembling hands, he donned his clothes hurriedly; some of the buttons were buttoned wrong, but in his haste, he didn’t redo them but left to find Eva.

Ethan experienced the same thing, his hands hovered over his back, pressing his left side. ’The pain is gone.’

He had learned to live with the constant ache after escaping death with Julian from an SSS-ranked monster.

Julian entered and saw Ethan’s hands pressing that spot. ’’is it healed?’’ he asked, already knowing the answer. His eyes darted around the room, but there was no sight of Eva; he turned to search for her when Ethan’s words stopped him in place.

’’We have to protect our wife well; none should be told about her uniqueness.’’ He hummed in response, not needing Ethan’s words to remind him. They have to grow stronger, the things in her hands could tempt even the powerful.

He left the room and searched everywhere for Eva but found no signs of her before concluding she was in her space. His excitement cooled a bit, and he returned to Ethan’s room to see him packing his clothes.

He didn’t find anything wrong with his actions; the room reeked, and the ground was deeply soaked with black stains and water. He joined hands to help him, pack faster.

Gathering everything, Ethan placed it in his space ring and left the room; Julian thought he needed help in the guest room and followed, only to see him walking into Eva’s room.

’’You scheming bastard. If I didn’t follow you, you’ll get wife all to yourself.’’ Julian cursed and Ethan gave him a look, ’’When did I say I was staying in the guest room?’’ leaving those infuriating words, he sat on her couch, his body sprawled as he shut his eyes.

Julian snorted at his comfortable form and turned to Eva’s bed. ’it’s too small.’ He touched her bed, put it into his space, and teleported to his room. Ethan opened his eyes and closed his eyes—expecting Julian’s actions.

Teleporting back into the room, his space packed with his clothes and bed. In the empty space, a king-size bed appeared.

Adjusting it in place, he pulled back his hair in satisfaction, officially packing into her room.

Inside the space, Eva’s swollen eyes and nose had lessened, and a satisfying hum left her lips. Unaware of her husbands’ decision, she toured her space.

A forest of trees was further away—she marked that to explore later. Now she wandered through tall grass swaying in the breeze.

’’So strange...’’ She muttered, wondering where the breeze and sunlight came from.

’’it would have been nice if I had a space spirit...sigh...I won’t have to do anything and send it around.’’ She murmured wistfully.

’or can I control my space mentally? Let me try.’ She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and imagined the grass pulling itself. She peeked through the slit of her eyes but the grass remained the same.

’’Remove! Uproot! I, your master command you uproot!’’ her voice echoed through the clearing, her hands waving like she was casting a spell—the grass remained the same as if mocking her effort. She dropped her hands in defeat.

’’it didn’t work.’’ She murmured sadly before resigning to her fate.

Shielding her face with her hands, she stared far ahead and shuddered—imagining herself bent over and hoeing the ground to plant.

Her hands went to her waist, imagining the ache before she’d even started.

It seems to have too much was also sweet torture. ’Julian and Ethan would do it. I’ll cheer them from the side.’ She remembered two free labour.

She planned to help harvest, not plant; since there’s a farm beside the mansion, there should be some farming tools.

She quickly left the space to ask them; appearing in the room, the smell punched her in the face, and she dashed out of the room with her nose covered.

She felt the smells clung to her clothes, and moved quickly in the direction of her room to wash up before looking for them.

Getting to her door, she remembered the earlier incident and her body trembled slightly, her body recalling the pain.

Suddenly a cloud popped out in front of her, ’’Ahh!’’ she screamed, her hand on her chest.

’’Can’t you make a sound? Don’t just pop out like a ghost.’’ Eva facepalmed. ’Stupid, clouds aren’t even alive—how can they make sound?’ she stared at the cloud, wondering what to do with it or if it were really her new powers before her door was pushed open from the inside.

Three pairs of eyes met; Eva blinked, ’’What are you doing in my room?’’ but they answered her by pulling her into the room and locking the door. The cloud locked outside faded and vanished.