The original Qi Qiqi had no other skills; her only strength was her immense physical power.
As a tough girl, she had scared off countless potential suitors. But now, in this apocalypse, her strength finally proved useful.
Yao Zuizui, with her boundless strength, carried a large plastic bag on her back while pulling Feng Ran along with one hand. She reached the warehouse without breaking a sweat, her face unflushed and her breathing steady.
The warehouse door was slightly ajar, with eerie glimmers of light seeping through the crack. Yao Zuizui shielded Feng Ran behind her and stepped inside first.
The moment she entered, a heavy stench of blood assaulted her senses.
The warehouse was dry, making the metallic smell even more pungent and nauseating.
Fortunately, the lights were still working. The bright environment eased the tension somewhat.
But Yao Zuizui didn’t dare let her guard down. She had just arrived in this world and couldn’t afford to be sent back to the immortal realm by some weak zombie.
As expected, the zombie, drawn by the scent of fresh, living humans, soon revealed itself.
It emerged from behind a large cargo box, its maw gaping wide, moving sluggishly and unsteadily toward Yao Zuizui.
“So weak…” Yao Zuizui couldn’t help but mutter in disdain. Gripping the large plastic bag, she strode forward to meet it.
With careful boldness, she approached the zombie. Before it could lunge at her, she swung the heavy bag straight at its head.
The impact sent the zombie crashing to the ground.
But she wasn’t about to let it off that easily.
Yao Zuizui planted her foot on the zombie’s chest and, with great effort, dragged over a nearby cargo box, crushing the creature beneath it. The weight flattened its torso, effectively killing it.
Satisfied, she dusted off her hands and turned to Feng Ran. “Let’s go. We need to get out of here.”
Feng Ran had regained her composure, her fear gradually subsiding as rationality took over.
She moved to loop her arm through Yao Zuizui’s but hesitated, a flicker of unease crossing her eyes before she awkwardly lowered her hand. “Qiqi, you’re amazing! We wouldn’t have made it without you.”
“These zombies are weak right now. Anyone could handle them—it’s just that most people are too terrified to react.” Yao Zuizui pursed her lips and gave the zombie a final, spiteful kick before pushing open the warehouse door leading outside.
Stepping into the sunlight, warmth enveloped them from head to toe.
Only in the light could one feel human in such dire circumstances.
Behind them, He Si moved through the shadows, his flawless features obscured by darkness, exuding an eerie allure.
With a flick of his wrist, the cargo box pinning the zombie shifted aside.
The zombie rose to its feet and, in a few swift movements, vanished—completely unlike its earlier sluggishness.
A smirk played on He Si’s lips as his interest in Yao Zuizui deepened.
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Beyond the supermarket warehouse lay a road.
On the other side stood a grand cathedral, towering and resplendent.
It was already dusk, the sky stained crimson as if weeping blood, filled with despair and wails.
Yet the cathedral stood serene, as if shouldering the weight of the world. Faint hymns echoed from within, offering a sliver of solace.
“Qiqi, this place must be safe! Let’s go inside!” Before Yao Zuizui could respond, Feng Ran had already stepped into the church.
The entire building radiated an unmistakable aura of sanctity—intangible, yet not a single zombie dared approach.
After a brief hesitation, Yao Zuizui followed.
The cathedral wasn’t large; its main hall could hold about two hundred people.
At the far end hung a striking white cross, surrounded by walls lined with smaller crosses arranged in orderly rows.
A bearded priest, clad in spotless robes, stood before the large cross, singing hymns with a voice laced with sorrow and hope, his beard trembling with each note.
In the apocalypse, his only duty was to offer inner peace and hope for the future.
Scattered across the pews were a handful of people.
Some were worshippers, still oblivious to the horrors outside, their faces blank with confusion.
Others were survivors who had fled here.
A few were disheveled and bloodstained, their expressions frozen in terror.
Then there were the troublemakers—grinning despite the blood on their clothes, as if the end of the world was their playground.
For them, the apocalypse wasn’t a disaster.
It was lawlessness. A free-for-all. Their grand feast.
Their eyes lit up when they spotted Yao Zuizui and Feng Ran.
“Hey there, beauties~” A blond punk, cigarette dangling from his lips, leered openly.
“How about some fun with us?” Another chimed in, smirking.
Yao Zuizui’s gaze darkened.
Sometimes, humans were worse than zombies.
“Ahem.” The priest cleared his throat. “This is a house of worship. Please remain respectful.”
“Shut it, old man!” A thug near the priest kicked over the lectern, snarling.
The priest trembled, retreating a few steps. “This is wrong…”
The blond punk stormed onto the platform, grabbing the priest’s collar. “Listen up! It’s the apocalypse now. The strong make the rules!”
The priest’s pristine robes wrinkled under grimy, bloodstained hands.
Yao Zuizui’s eyes darkened further.
The calm before the storm.
“You two, come here. Play nice, and maybe we’ll protect you in this hellhole. Of course, you’ll have to… entertain us first.”
The priest was shoved to the ground, the tall blond sitting atop him, legs jiggling arrogantly.
Feng Ran clung to Yao Zuizui’s arm, trembling.
Feng Ran was prettier than Qi Qiqi.
Qi Qiqi had a natural, girl-next-door charm—no makeup, quiet demeanor, petite.
Feng Ran, however, was curvaceous, exuding an innate sensuality even in a simple T-shirt and jeans. Her gaze alone could ensnare.
The thugs’ eyes were practically glued to her.
Before, girls like her were untouchable—objects of fantasy.
Now? In the apocalypse, they could take whatever they wanted.
Strength ruled everything.
“Hey! You deaf or what? Get over here!”
“If you don’t cooperate, we’ll leave you for the zombies after we’re done.”
“Let them rip you apart alive!”
…
Yao Zuizui clenched her fists—but before she could act, the thugs’ heads separated from their bodies.
Clean. Precise.
A shadow flickered, steel flashing.
One by one, heads rolled.
Blood sprayed into the air.
Screams erupted in the church.
The shadow halted before Yao Zuizui.
A man stood there, smiling gently—like a nobleman stepped out of a manga.
His clothes remained pristine, not a drop of blood on him.
As if he hadn’t just slaughtered several people.
“Miss Qi, a gift for our first meeting. Do you like it?” He bowed slightly, gaze burning into her.
Yao Zuizui frowned. “What do you want?”
“I’d like to join your group. Survive the apocalypse together.” His smile was warm, but his eyes held bloodlust.
The crowd stayed silent, praying the killer would leave before they became his next victims.
But He Si’s attention never wavered from Yao Zuizui.
The most fascinating human he’d ever met…
Yao Zuizui had been wondering how to get close to Suhei—and here he was, delivering himself to her.
But to avoid suspicion, she refused. “I don’t like your ‘gift,’ and I don’t want to team up. Move.”
He Si didn’t press. He stepped aside, letting them pass.
As Feng Ran walked by, her gaze lingered on him, eyes smoldering.
Yao Zuizui led Feng Ran to a corner of the church.
Feng Ran opened her mouth to speak, but Yao Zuizui cut her off. “Eat first. Talk later.”
They hadn’t eaten since noon and needed energy.
Yao Zuizui took the plastic bag Feng Ran had been carrying.
She pulled out bread slices, spreading them with peanut butter, butter, and shredded pork.
A simple meal, yet luxurious in these times.
Paired with rich, creamy milk.
Before the apocalypse, this was ordinary.
Now? A rare indulgence.
Even in the end of the world, Yao Zuizui refused to compromise on comfort.
Envious eyes watched her from across the church.
He Si sat nearby, chin propped on his hand, watching her with amusement.
The aroma of bread and milk filled the air, punctuated by the sound of swallowed saliva.
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