Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1163 - 504: Saintess Weiwei Sun

"Sun Weiwei?"

Ding Yan's face twisted into a strange look at once.

This Sun Weiwei served as a saintess in the Eden Saintess Group, boasting stunning beauty and a killer figure.

Ding Yan had spotted her frequently over the last couple of days, and judging by her long-honed skill at detecting green tea types, this woman was pure green tea through and through.

Every time Wu Yaobang got close to her, Sun Weiwei popped up right on cue.

Like she couldn't stand the thought of Ding Yan alone with Wu Yaobang.

Truth be told, Ding Yan felt somewhat thankful toward this woman.

Without her interruptions, handling Wu Yaobang would have been a real pain for Ding Yan.

What puzzled her was why this woman, who ought to see her as a threat, would seek her out alone like this.

Ding Yan kept her face neutral, though a flicker of suspicion stirred within her.

Rising to her feet, she swung the door open.

There stood Sun Weiwei in a flowing white gown, her smile radiating innocent allure without skimping on sexiness.

Ding Yan's gaze stayed icy. "Miss Sun, what do you want at this hour?"

Sun Weiwei grinned and replied, "Miss Ding, sure it seems pitch black inside, but outside it's just three o'clock in the afternoon—not late by any means."

Ding Yan blinked in surprise. Without a watch, trapped in this windowless void, tracking time was a real challenge.

She stayed silent, fixing Sun Weiwei with a frosty stare.

Unfazed, Sun Weiwei pressed on. "Miss Ding, I'd like a private word with you—mind if I step in?"

Ding Yan paused, her powers yet to recover but her core physical stats intact, plus Zhou Qingming waited inside. No fear of this schemer.

Above all, Eden guards lurked right outside.

She trusted a shout would bring Wu Yaobang's watchers bursting through.

Thus, she moved aside, letting Sun Weiwei slip past.

Curiosity burned—what scheme did this woman have in mind?

Sun Weiwei entered, scanning the room, then sighed nostalgically. "I stayed here before rising to saintess status."

"Miss Ding, don't dismiss this spot as basic—it's way superior to most shacks, stocked with all essentials, complete with a plush Simmons bed and comfy sofa."

"Regular folks here would kill for a spot like this."

Ding Yan's brow furrowed. "Miss Sun, cut to the chase—what's your game?"

Sun Weiwei plopped onto the sofa uninvited, eyed Ding Yan, then burst into a laugh. "Miss Ding, you're drop-dead gorgeous, sporting the most impressive curves I've seen on any woman."

"What sort of guy catches the eye of a frosty beauty like you?"

Ding Yan propped against the door, face impassive, brushing off the idle talk.

Her silence sparked a flash of irritation in Sun Weiwei's eyes, swiftly masked by another smile. "Got a thing for the Divine Son?"

Ding Yan shot her a look. "Anything else? No? Then go—I'm beat."

Sun Weiwei held her ground. "Miss Ding, I know you're hurt. I've got exotic beast blood that mends wounds fast."

"Hmm?"

Ding Yan's eyes snapped to Sun Weiwei, piqued.

"Healing exotic beast blood?"

Sun Weiwei beamed. "A creature on this mountain resembles mythical unicorns."

"The Divine Son calls them God's pets, reserving land for breeding them."

"A drop of their blood makes potions that fix injuries quick."

Ding Yan studied Sun Weiwei, eyes glinting. "Your price?"

Sharp as Ding Yan was, she knew such a gift came with strings.

Sun Weiwei dropped her gaze, glee twinkling briefly, then murmured, "Just leave this place soon—stay away from the Divine Son."

"Hmm? That's it?" Ding Yan stared, thrown off.

Sun Weiwei lifted her head. "Before you showed up, the Divine Son visited me nearly every day, seeing me as his chosen."

"Your arrival changed that—no visits in three days."

Ding Yan had no words, fully grasping Wu Yaobang's designs on her.

Yet Sun Weiwei burned with jealousy, dangling healing blood to chase her off.

Talk about...

She had zero desire to linger here anyway; even if she tried leaving, Wu Yaobang likely wouldn't allow it.

Still... that healing blood could aid her wounds.

Why not play along?

Ding Yan's gaze shifted slyly. "One bottle won't cut it!"

Sun Weiwei froze, then blurted, "How many do you need?"

"How many you got?"

"Uh... not a ton on me, only two bottles."

"Fine, two it is."

"Deal?"

"Heh, I'm no local—don't plan to stick around this dump." Ding Yan shrugged casually.

Ecstatic, Sun Weiwei whipped a jade vial from her chest. "Unicorn blood—honor the agreement."

Ding Yan approached, snatched the vial, inhaled its aroma—a potent blood tang hit her.

The mere whiff stirred her inner power, awakening her superpower too.

"Real healing blood alright!"

Ding Yan's heart leaped.

She tossed a few vague words at Sun Weiwei, then hustled her out.

Outside, Sun Weiwei glared at the sealed stone door, smirking faintly.

From around the bend, Sun Guowei leaped out, whispering urgently. "Sis, success?"

"Handed it over."

"She took it? How'd you pull that off?" Sun Guowei gaped in shock.

Sun Weiwei chuckled. "Straight giveaway? Even idiots suspect that. Had to bait her with terms to sell it."

She recapped the ploy swiftly.

Sun Guowei flashed a thumbs-up. "Genius move, sis—you're unbeatable."

Sun Weiwei nodded. "Now we watch the poison kick in. Your setup ready?"

Sun Guowei snickered, nodding at the roadside tree.

Bound there loomed a massive mutant dog, human-height and snarling viciously.

Sun Weiwei blinked. "A dog? Why?"

Sun Guowei grinned. "Sis, dogs gross folks out more than people, right? Picture the Divine Son spotting that Ding woman with a mutt... heh, he'd explode, maybe slay her instantly."

Sun Weiwei laughed outright. "You sneaky devil, dreaming up such a nasty plot."

They shared a wicked chuckle, Sun Weiwei lingering close to await the payoff.

Back inside, Ding Yan clutched the vial, inspecting it warily, hesitant to swig.

Suddenly, Zhou Qingming's voice echoed from the can.

"If you're unsure, test it on me first."

"My wounds are critical—delay more, and I might dissolve for real."

Ding Yan pondered, then asked, "What if the blood's tainted?"

Zhou Qingming sighed deeply. "Better than fading out as mist entirely."

Ding Yan inhaled sharply. "Fine—if it's bad, Sun Weiwei dies, and Eden crumbles with her!"

Zhou Qingming urged, "Relax. Poison or not, I'll handle it. Dump the blood in."

Ding Yan strode to the can without pause, uncapped the vial, and emptied it inside.

Gurgle gurgle...

Once fully poured, Zhou Qingming exclaimed, "What potent healing power! It restores essence blood massively!"

Amazed, he added, "Gonna focus on absorbing this now."

Ding Yan replied fast, "Got it—I'll guard you."

"Thanks."

Inside the can, energy vortices swirled wildly.

Vast energies flooded in as Zhou Qingming swiftly processed and claimed the blood.

Meanwhile, Liang Yuan scoured the chapel top to bottom, no sign of Ding Yan.

Yet his telekinesis sensed a hidden space below.

Still, given Ji Xiaoyu's account of Wu Yaobang's obsession with Ding Yan, underground seemed improbable.

Liang Yuan halted the subsurface scan, shifting to scour the chapel grounds.

Atop the chapel, tiny Ni Qi yelled, "Mr. Liang, check this out!"

Liang Yuan dashed there, spotting Ni Qi and Ji Xiaoyu crouched behind the lofty cross, gesturing toward the nearby road.

Peering ahead, he noted a shady-looking guy and a seductive woman by the roadside.

A hulking mutant dog strained at its tether under their tree.

"Mr. Liang, those two have loitered over five minutes without budging. Spotting us?" Ni Qi whispered.

Ji Xiaoyu scoffed. "Nah—if they knew, they'd grab us already."

Liang Yuan eyed the pair, clearly fishy as patrols overlooked them.

Identities must be special.

He murmured, "Who?"

Ji Xiaoyu answered, "Woman's Sun Weiwei from the Saintess Group."

"Saintess Group?"

"Heh, fancy name for Wu Yaobang's harem. She's his top pick there." Ji Xiaoyu knew her stuff.

"Wu Yaobang's favorite?"

Liang Yuan's pulse quickened—his pet would track him closely.

Per Ji Xiaoyu, Wu Yaobang fancied Ding Yan too, so Sun Weiwei likely watched her.

Eyes flashing, Liang Yuan ordered, "Hold position."

Swish!

He vanished in a blur.

Before Ji Xiaoyu or Ni Qi blinked, the roadside siblings, mid-chuckle, felt skull-cracking blows and slumped unconscious.

Liang Yuan hoisted them over his shoulders, his shrunken form forcing a drag into the woods.

Deep in cover, he unleashed his power, shattering Ni Qi's shrink effect, ballooning back to full size.

He roused Sun Guowei first.

Sun Guowei stirred blearily, eyed the unknown Liang Yuan, then gaped to scream.

But instantly, his throat clamped—Liang Yuan's telekinesis crushed his airway.

"Yell, and your neck snaps."

Panic-stricken, Sun Guowei bobbed his head frantically.

"Answer true, no extras—or a bone breaks."