The queen of the end times is reborn and goes crazy, her whole family is burned to death

Chapter 213: Don’t waste the chapter, kill!

The leaders of the base were escorted out by zombies, and they knelt in front of Yan Wanwan in a miserable state.

The Zombie King stood aside, grinning smugly, revealing a ferocious smile: "Look, everyone you asked for is here!"

Yan Wanwan glanced coldly at these once high-ranking leaders, his eyes as sharp as knives. As he looked at them one by one, they were all familiar faces.

However, the moment these people saw Yan Wanwan, expressions of horror appeared on their faces, as if they had seen a ghost.

"You... aren't you dead?" One of the leaders asked in a trembling voice, his eyes full of disbelief.

Yan Wanwan sneered, her eyes as cold as ice, and her tone was filled with undisguised sarcasm: "You are all alive, how could I die?"

She slowly stood up and looked down at the people who had pushed her into despair, without a trace of warmth in her eyes.

She turned to the Zombie King and ordered, "We're still short of two people from the base. Go and bring them over now so they can be reunited."

The Zombie King cursed in dissatisfaction, a hint of impatience showing on his rotten face, but in the end he did as he was told, turned around and left with the zombie army.

The conversation between the two completely shocked the leaders kneeling on the ground.

One of the leaders couldn't help but burst into curses: "Yan Wanwan! You actually colluded with the zombies! You are absolutely deranged! Are you going against all of humanity?"

"All of humanity?" Yan Wanwan sneered, her tone filled with undisguised contempt. "You think too highly of yourselves. For a bunch of you who only know how to fight for power and scheme against each other, your existence is a waste of food and air."

Her eyes swept over the faces of those who had once pushed her into despair, without a trace of mercy in them.

Except for the leaders of the big bases who were still cursing Yan Wanwan, the other small leaders who were dependent on them had already seen the situation and began to distance themselves from them.

"Ms. Yan, they were the ones who tricked you into dying with the Zombie King. It has nothing to do with us! Even if you want revenge, you shouldn't look for us!" A small leader shouted hurriedly, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Yes, yes, it has nothing to do with us! It was all planned by them, and we were just forced into it!" Others also echoed, trying to extricate themselves from this liquidation.

These words immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the leaders of several large bases. The two sides immediately tore their faces apart and began to accuse and insult each other. The scene was in chaos.

Yan Wanwan looked coldly at the ugly scene of this group of people fighting each other, with a sarcastic smile on her lips.

She swung the whip in her hand lightly, and with a "snap" sound, the whip hit the leader who cursed the most fiercely, leaving a bloody mark on his face in an instant.

"Really?" Yan Wanwan said coldly, a hint of teasing in her tone. "Why do I remember that I was rejected by your base, isolated and helpless, and finally had no choice but to die with the Zombie King?"

The man's face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out of his forehead.

Yan Wanwan lifted his chin with the whip, forcing him to look directly into her eyes. Her tone was as cold as a knife: "If you had come out to support me, I wouldn't have died that time. Tell me, how should this account be settled?"

The man stammered for a long time but couldn't say a word. He could only lower his head and tremble all over.

Not long after, the Zombie King returned with his zombie army, and the leaders of the other two bases were also brought here.

Yan Wanwan glanced at him and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "You are quite fast."

The Zombie King snorted coldly, a hint of impatience showing on his rotten face: "There's no need to capture anyone, just kill them all and bring them back, the speed will naturally be faster."

Yan Wanwan ignored his complaints and looked at the leaders kneeling on the ground again.

"Now, everyone is here."

Yan Wanwan spoke slowly, her tone somewhat cold, "It's time to settle old scores."

"Yan Wanwan, if you let us go, we will give you..."

Blood gushed out, splashing on the faces and bodies of the people around, and the air was instantly filled with a strong smell of blood.

The leader who had just been trying to negotiate was now beheaded, his head rolling on the ground with his eyes wide open, as if he could not believe until his death that he would be killed so easily.

The whip in Yan Wanwan's hand was dripping with blood. Her gaze was as cold as ice as she swept over the remaining leaders. Her tone was without a trace of fluctuation: "Who's next?"

The remaining leaders suddenly fell silent, their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled.

They finally realized that Yan Wanwan in front of them was no longer the pawn that could be sacrificed at will, but a cold-blooded avenger.

"Ms. Yan... Miss Yan, we were wrong! We really know we were wrong!" A small leader finally collapsed, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed desperately, his forehead hitting the ground with a dull sound. "Please forgive us! We are willing to work like slaves for you!"

Seeing this, others also kowtowed and begged for mercy.

However, Yan Wanwan just looked at them coldly, without a trace of pity in her eyes.

"Work like a slave?" She chuckled, her tone tinged with sarcasm. "Are you worthy?"

Her gaze swept over the once-high-handed, now beleaguered faces, and her tone was icy: "Back then, for your own benefit, you pushed me out to die without hesitation. Now, you're trying to buy a chance to live with a few words of pleas for mercy? How ridiculous."

She slowly raised the whip in her hand, the tip of which was still dripping with blood. The leaders were so frightened when they saw this that they shrank back desperately.

"Yan Wanwan, you can't do this! We are the last hope of mankind! If you kill us, humanity will be finished!" The leader of a large base finally couldn't help it and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Yan Wanwan was too lazy to listen to their nonsense. He tickled his ear with one hand and swung the whip in the other hand. In an instant, another leader's head flew out.

Blood splattered on the faces of the people around, scaring them to scream.

"You are crazy! You are destroying humanity!" another leader shouted in collapse, his voice full of despair.

"Destroy humanity?" Yan Wanwan looked at him coldly, a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "No, I'm saving humanity. Only by eliminating you parasites can humanity truly usher in a new life."

After she finished speaking, she swung the whip in her hand again. The remaining leaders fell into a pool of blood one by one without even having time to scream. After just one minute, all of them were dead.

The entire base fell into deathly silence, only the whip in Yan Wanwan's hand was still dripping with blood.

The fresh blood and corpses stimulated the zombies' sense of smell. If there was no zombie king to suppress them, the zombies would have been driven by instinct to pounce on them and enjoy the food.

Yan Wanwan glanced at the corpses on the ground with disgust, and with a wave of her hand, the corpses disappeared in an instant without leaving even a drop of blood.

Without the stimulation of blood, the zombies calmed down and no longer made those unpleasant whimpering sounds.

The Zombie King stood aside, a satisfied smile on his rotten face: "Yan Wanwan, you are indeed cruel. But I like it."

Yan Wanwan glanced at him coldly, with a hint of warning in her tone: "Don't think I will let you go."

The Zombie King shrugged and said in a relaxed tone: "As you wish. But before that, shouldn't we celebrate first?"

Yan Wanwan ignored him and changed the subject, asking, "Where are the supplies at these bases?"