Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse

Though he had been bitten by his master, the zombies would recognize him as one of their own and wouldn’t attack him.

But if another zombie bit him, that would still be fatal!

Watching Yun Xiaoxiao draw closer, his heart leapt into his throat.

He was no saint—in fact, he’d done plenty of wicked things, sacrificing countless lives just to survive.

Yet when faced with the threat of death himself, he was terrified beyond measure.

“Stay back!”

The hunchbacked man kept retreating, only for Xiao Feng to block his path.

Xiao Feng and Nie Yizhou pinned him down.

He struggled violently. “I don’t want to be experimented on! Let me go!”

The next second, a small knife sliced open his arm.

Blood gushed out.

“Aaaahhh!”

The hunchbacked man screamed in horror.

Yun Xiaoxiao, however, ignored his cries, calmly pressing a wooden stick smeared with zombie blood against the wound without so much as blinking.

The two types of blood instantly merged.

“One, two, three…”

Yun Xiaoxiao counted silently.

During this time, the hunchbacked man’s body twisted unnaturally, his bones cracking as they shifted.

Yun Xiaoxiao remained composed, unfazed.

“He’s turning—we need to deal with him now!”

Hao Ren spoke urgently from the side.

“No rush.”

Mu Yang shook his head at him.

“But…”

Hao Ren didn’t understand. If the man was turning, why not act?

Yet seeing how calm Yun Xiaoxiao and the others were, he had no choice but to wait.

Still, he shot a glance at his subordinates.

If the man fully transformed, they’d eliminate him immediately.

“Six, seven…”

As she counted, Yun Xiaoxiao pulled out a vial of liquid and a syringe.

She tore open the syringe’s packaging with her teeth, inserted the needle, and drew the liquid into the barrel.

At the count of “eight,” just as the hunchbacked man’s neck began to twitch, she swiftly jabbed the needle into his neck.

Instantly, he went still.

“Is he… dead?” Hao Ren asked, puzzled.

Ling Jing smirked faintly. “Possibly.”

Hao Ren: “…”

What did “possibly” mean?

The scene fell into silence for several minutes.

The hunchbacked man remained slumped, eyes shut.

“Could the vaccine have failed?” Nie Yizhou frowned.

Yun Xiaoxiao pressed her lips together.

She wasn’t sure either.

After all, Old Zhong had said this new vaccine hadn’t been tested on humans yet.

No one could guarantee its effectiveness.

Then, suddenly, the hunchbacked man jerked his head up.

His pupils, which had begun to darken, were now clear and normal, devoid of any abnormality.

The bulging veins on his neck and arms gradually receded.

The hunchbacked man scanned the room, then looked down at his arm.

Pain flared through him.

“Aaaahhh! It hurts! It hurts!”

Wait—

He froze.

If he could still feel pain… that meant he hadn’t turned into a zombie!

His eyes lit up with wild joy.

He’d seen with his own eyes as Yun Xiaoxiao pressed that zombie-bloodied stick against his wound.

And he’d felt the changes in his body.

He’d never turned into a zombie before, but he’d watched countless others do so.

His earlier state had unmistakably been the beginning of transformation.

But now…

“Hahahaha… I’m fine! Completely fine!”

The hunchbacked man was ecstatic.

He examined his hands, touched his face, practically giddy with relief.

“What… just happened?!”

Hao Ren and the elite squad from the Western Base were stunned.

Someone exposed to zombie blood—yet they hadn’t turned?!

Was that even possible?

Was this real?!

Then they remembered—Yun Xiaoxiao had injected something into the man earlier.

Hao Ren had assumed it was some new method of execution.

Clearly, he’d been wrong.

“Chief Yun, what did you inject him with?”

His voice trembled with excitement and tension.

Seeing the vaccine work, Yun Xiaoxiao was in high spirits.

She gave Hao Ren a small smile. “This is an experimental vaccine against the zombie virus.”

When her words confirmed his suspicion, Hao Ren’s expression cycled through disbelief, awe, and sorrow.

Tears streamed down his face.

“Incredible… Incredible! Humanity has hope!”

Yet beneath the joy, a deep melancholy settled in his heart.

If only this vaccine had come sooner.

So many wouldn’t have turned. So many families wouldn’t have been torn apart.

His wife, his children, his parents…

Hao Ren wiped his tears.

“Chief Yun, could we… purchase some of this vaccine?”

He looked at her with desperate hope.

Yun Xiaoxiao shook her head.

Hao Ren’s face fell, but he understood.

Something this precious—of course they’d keep it for their own people. Why would they share?

Just as despair set in, Yun Xiaoxiao spoke again.

“I only have that one vial here, so I can’t give you any now. But once mass production begins, we’ll distribute it.”

“Really?!”

Hao ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‍Ren nearly shouted in elation.

His men, too, struggled to contain their excitement.

“Uncle Hao, please pass along our farewells to Uncle Peng. We have other matters to attend to, so we’ll take our leave now.

And when you return, strengthen your defenses.

Right now, there’s an extremely dangerous Zombie King—a child in human form who can easily blend in.

He can control not just zombies, but people too.

One of his followers is an ability user who can shapeshift into anyone and teleport at will.

So you must tighten security. Screen everyone. No exceptions.”

Yun Xiaoxiao’s warning was grave.

She then handed Hao Ren several vials of evolution serum.

Peng Shaowei’s injury had been her fault, yet he’d sent reinforcements without hesitation.

This debt couldn’t go unpaid.

“When the vaccine is ready, your base will be the first to receive it.”

Hao Ren, already holding the serum, nearly choked up at her promise.

He could only stammer out thanks.

“Oh—should we alert the other bases?” Hao Ren asked.

Yun Xiaoxiao’s expression darkened. “Yes. But not through your base’s radio.”

Anticipating his next question, she cut him off.

Every base needed to know—but the Western Base couldn’t be the one to tell them.

Tong Zhan radiated malice, his moods unpredictable, the type to hold grudges.

If the Western Base sent the warning, they’d paint a target on their backs.

And being marked by a Zombie King was a death sentence.

No, this message would be sent anonymously—just like before.