Wang Ziyu smiled, with a hint of amusement in his sharp eyes, "We are just ordinary friends, not worthy of your attention. Does it mean that this guy still has some special meaning in your heart?"
"No, no..."
Xia Xi was startled, then shook her head immediately, and then her expression immediately returned to seriousness, "Although I have known him for a few years, I never thought about any further development with him. After all... this man gave
My impression is too ordinary."
"Haha, that's good."
Wang Ziyu smiled again, shook his head, and no longer paid attention to Xia Xi's request. Instead, he turned his gaze to the increasingly gloomy sky and said with a frivolous expression, "It will get dark soon, and our escort will also be facing the darkening sky."
The manor is under full lockdown. It is said that a large number of corpses will appear tonight. You should go back to your room quickly."
After saying that, Wang Ziyu strode outside, leaving Xia Xi alone, standing there alone with some sadness, her eyes locked on Wang Ziyu's leaving back, but another person's name kept flashing in her heart.
"Meng Fan, you're so good, why did you run into the Wang family's sphere of influence? Don't you know that from the moment you killed Wang Yu, you were completely on the opposite side of the family?"
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The night was already deep, and the entire Yunxi City was shrouded in a strange thick fog.
The dilapidated streets, the silent roads, and the figures walking staggeringly in the thick fog, but exuding a strong rotten smell, every detail indicates that this will be a night full of brutal killings.
Meng Fan leaned in the corner of the shelter, staring at the mineral water bottle in his hand, silently reviewing his experience of escaping from the apocalypse.
It has been almost four months since the end of the world came.
After wandering for so long, he now has considerable combat power, which is enough to ensure his own survival ability.
As long as you don't encounter that advanced creature, you won't encounter too many life threats.
But Meng Fan is not satisfied with his current living situation.
He frowned slightly, recalling the miserable life of running around and fleeing after being separated from his family, and for the first time the idea of establishing a survival base came to his mind.
Just like Sister Yang, she chooses a spacious and secluded place, gathers the people who are more important to her, and hides in the basement to live together.
Although this kind of life is equally depressing, and one has to be constantly on guard against attacks from zombies and other forces, but no matter what, it is better than experiencing the life of wandering outside.
"It seems that after I find my family, I should consider how to build a survival base. This kind of wandering life is really uncomfortable..."
After coming back to his senses, Meng Fan looked at his hands and sighed silently.
Now that he has awakened his spiritual talent, even if he does not need to hunt zombies, he can refine the energy in the air through breathing and store it in his body, silently accumulating strength in order to achieve the next breakthrough.
However, his spiritual vein talent is too weak. It is only the most basic mortal spiritual vein, and its effect on refining and capturing energy is not obvious. Therefore, the current evolution method can still only be obtained by hunting monsters.
.
Soon, he caught the subtle footsteps coming from behind. He didn't need to look back at all. He already guessed who the person was, so he silently leaned his head on the pillar and asked lightly,
"Sister Yang, it's so late, why don't you take a rest?"
Sister Yang was startled and looked at Meng Fan, who had his back turned to her but could instantly detect his identity. She smiled slightly and said, "In order to find your family, you have traveled so many places alone. The process must have been very hard. You sent him before
I have so many medicines, but I haven't had time to express my gratitude to you. These food and water should be my way of expressing my gratitude to you."
Then, Sister Yang handed over a clean plate with two pieces of bread on it and a bottle of sealed mineral water, all of which were handed to Meng Fan.
If it were before the end of the world, such food would only be considered ordinary, and most people might not even bother to look at it.
But now is the end of the world after all. A piece of bread and a bottle of pure water are worth as much as gold, and ordinary people are definitely not qualified to enjoy them.
But in the face of these extremely precious foods, Meng Fan didn't express much. He just glanced at them lightly, then looked away and said, "I'm not hungry, you should give it to those in need."
Meng Fan is really not hungry, because the background of the evolution system can provide him with the necessities of life at any time. He only needs to pay a small amount of points to obtain the resources to satisfy his survival.
"All right."
Seeing this, Sister Yang had no choice but to put away the food and water, and continued to support her chin with her hand. From the side, Meng Fan's face was unremarkable. Although it had sharp edges and corners, it could not be called too handsome.
This face exudes two words from the inside out: ordinary.
It's really too ordinary.
Before the outbreak of the apocalypse, Meng Fan was just a member of the public struggling at the bottom of society. He had an ordinary appearance, an ordinary background, and an ordinary university graduate. Although he barely found a stable job, he was the most ordinary person in the epidemic prevention station.
Grassroots employees have no hope of promotion.
Such a person is destined to be wiped out by the crowd. If there had not been this apocalyptic crisis, I am afraid that Meng Fan would still be doing the most miserable job at this time, paying for car loans with a salary that is not enough to eat or starve to death.
Worrying about the mortgage and all the little things in life.
But now, this ordinary man exudes an absolutely extraordinary charm.
Sister Yang has read countless people, but she still couldn't see through the secret of this young man. After being silent for a long time, she hesitated and said, "You... don't look like an ordinary person."
"Yeah?"
Meng Fan turned his head, looked at Sister Yang's face full of curiosity, and said with a faint smile, "You are not ordinary. A woman can build such a large survival base and feed dozens of refugees. In the end of the world,
It’s very rare to persist for such a long time under such circumstances.”
"Thank you for the compliment."
Sister Yang smiled. Although she was old, her fair face was full of the charm of a mature woman. She could not be said to be charming, but she was very charming.
"I'd better tell the truth. As you can see, I'm just a female prostitute. Most of the people under my command are old, weak, sick and disabled, and I don't have much decent combat power. So... I need someone.
Those who have strong fighting ability and certain leadership skills should stay and accompany me to manage this shelter."
"Unfortunately, I may not be the kind of person you are looking for." Meng Fan shook his head immediately and refused outright.
He had long said that he entered the west area of the city just to inquire about the whereabouts of his relatives. Once he got the news, he might leave at any time. Sister Yang's overtures and attempts to stay were not worth mentioning in Meng Fan's eyes.
"But, the apocalypse has been going on for so long. Don't blame me for speaking harshly. Your sister might have long..."
Sister Yang was stunned, and hesitantly spoke out what was in her heart. But before she could finish speaking, she heard a burst of rapid footsteps, running toward her.
"Sister Yang, it's not good. It seems that the Black Tiger Regiment is here again, and judging from their activity, they should be coming for us."