Chapter 87

Moya: "That's right. About half an hour's walk east, near the water source, there are other survivors. I saw one of them; she was a woman, but whether she was the only one is unknown. We didn't ask each other."

In the aftermath of the apocalypse, the collapsed order amplified the evil in people's hearts, and people were willing to abandon many of their principles in order to survive.

The survivors, having lost trust in their own kind, found the safest distance to be one of non-interference.

Su Cheng understood this principle, and naturally she could also understand why Moya and her husband avoided contact with the other survivors.

After accepting the food provided by Su Cheng, Moya began picking through the mushrooms in the basket.

"Laobo didn't know which mushrooms were edible, so he always picked the ones with the most uniform color. But it's not only brightly colored mushrooms that are poisonous."

She skillfully sorted the mushrooms, disposing of the poisonous ones in garbage bags.

Su Cheng's eyes flickered slightly. "Give me all the poisonous mushrooms. I won't eat them, but I'm very interested in them."

She then took out the bag of mushrooms she had picked and asked Moya to teach her which ones contained what kinds of toxins.

Next time, I can specifically look for mushrooms that have the desired effects.

Moya assumed that Su Cheng was genuinely interested in all kinds of mushrooms, and earnestly and patiently shared her knowledge.

By the time Laobo returned after repairing the cement slab, Moya and Su Cheng had almost finished preparing dinner.

Thanks to the extra food provided by Su Cheng, this dinner included mushroom and fern soup, fragrant instant noodles, canned meat, and jam-filled fried egg toast.

Laobo took a deep breath. "I thought I'd gone to the wrong house."

Moya chuckled at his words. "Yes, Mr. Laobo, you've come to the wrong place. This is our home."

Laobo put down his toolbox and shrugged dismissively. "What are you saying? Oh dear, I don't think I can hear you."

Laobo, who always had a stern face, was exceptionally relaxed in front of Moya, and the two joked with each other, clearly showing that they had a very good relationship.

As the three of them sat around the table enjoying a steaming hot dinner, a sudden downpour began.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

The rainwater made a dull thud as it hit the entrance to the shelter.

But the arrival of rain did not spoil the three's mood for the meal.

Moya smiled faintly and said softly, "It's been a long time since the three of us ate together."

Laobo looked at Su Cheng and said slowly, "You should already know that we have another daughter. Your eyes look very similar to Lili's."

"Besides us, there are other survivors around here. Almost everyone who has survived the apocalypse has blood on their hands. I hope you stay vigilant and don't trust strangers easily... We don't want you to repeat Lili's mistake."

Laobo treated Su Cheng as an ordinary girl who was new to the area and had never seen anything like the dangers of war, teaching her how to hide her identity and how to deal with other people...

Although it was a bit long-winded, Su Cheng wasn't too bothered by it.

She even felt that the other person was somewhat familiar, like her uncle, who also liked to use his life insights to educate her and her cousin at the dinner table.

In the end, Moya interrupted Laobo's "earnest teachings" because she thought he was talking too loudly.

After dinner, the temperature dropped rapidly.

The underground shelter takes full advantage of its location, providing shelter from the midday heat and locking in heat after the fireplace is lit.

At this point, it is no longer advisable to go out.

Moya sat by the fireplace examining the torn fabric, while Laobo added firewood to the fire and supplemented Su Cheng's information about this world.

"You should remember me saying that all survivors were asymptomatic carriers. Although we didn't turn into zombies, our bodies experienced side effects."

"A normal person's heart rate is between 60 and 100 beats per minute, but infected individuals generally have a heart rate below 60. As the heart slows down, the body's blood circulation is affected, body temperature drops, and nights become even more difficult."

"Some infected individuals experience heightened hearing, increased strength, and enhanced immunity. However, their vision is affected to varying degrees."

Laobo pointed to his left eye, "I occasionally lose sight in this eye temporarily. If you later encounter a survivor, you might be able to find a way to break through by observing their blind spots."

After saying that, Laobo also told her that the cardboard boxes piled up in the corner contained various types of books and magazines, which she could read to pass the time if she was bored.

That used to be Laobo and Moya's bedtime story, but as their vision problems worsened, they began to avoid using their eyes in dim light.

After thanking her, Su Cheng picked up two adventure biographies. The pages had yellowed slightly over time, but the text was still clear.

Even after nightfall, the shelter is still inevitably affected by the outdoor temperature.

Although it was much better than the wooden house, Su Cheng was still dressed in a thick cotton-padded coat and had hand warmers applied.

She took out two cotton coats and gave them to Moya and her husband, which she considered as payment for their overnight stay.

As the temperature drops to its lowest point around midnight, Laobo wakes every two hours to check the fireplace and give Moya water as she coughs.

Prolonged inhalation of cold air affected both of their lungs to varying degrees, often causing them to cough incessantly at night.

Su Cheng was always a light sleeper in dungeons, so she wasn't bothered by the coughing. The current dungeon reminded her of her first dungeon, "Paulownia Blossom City."

If Paulownia Blossom City fails to resolve the zombie crisis, will its next step be a scenario called "Civilization Rebuilding"?

Are there connections between different instances? Is there any chance or probability that she can return to instances she has visited before...?

These doubts arose in Su Cheng's mind, but she couldn't find the answers.

The next day, after sunrise, Moya was in charge of the water source, while Laobo was in charge of gathering forest resources and logging.

Su Cheng left the shelter with Laobo and headed into the forest.

She went to the forest, naturally for poisonous mushrooms or other poisonous plants.

She didn't follow Laobo; Laobo mainly cut down trees near the cabin, while she needed to go deeper into the woods to find more poisonous mushrooms.

Su Cheng bent down to pick a small mushroom from the wet wooden stake. Her ears twitched slightly as she vaguely heard an unusual noise, like human voices.

She brushed the dirt off her hands, listened carefully, and after confirming the direction, quickly walked towards the source of the sound.

Su Cheng only slowed her pace as the sound became clearer.

It was determined that there were approximately three people, two men and one woman, and they were in the midst of an argument and fight...

Su Cheng slowly approached and saw the situation clearly from behind the tree.

Two tall, thin men are engaged in a gunfight with a woman wearing a mask.

The woman was agile and wielded two silenced pistols. She stood behind a tree trunk and fired rapidly at the enemy. Her marksmanship was excellent and extremely sharp.

The two tall, thin men were also carrying guns; one of them had been shot and was sitting behind a tree trunk.

The other one is struggling to cope.

Coincidentally, Su Cheng knew him; wasn't he Lu Heng?

Su Cheng took out the Thousand-Machine Umbrella, pondering whether or not to get involved in the gunfight. If she helped Lu Heng, she could make a fortune off him.

She looked at the woman, only to meet the woman's gaze.

His narrow, slightly lowered eyes concealed a hint of arrogance and coldness.

Su Cheng immediately recognized the other person's identity— Shen Ying —based on those distinctive eyes and expression.

Shen Ying suddenly noticed her hiding behind the tree, probably because her skill had taken effect.

Now that the woman is Shen Ying, there's no need to hesitate. As Su Cheng opened her umbrella, she took out her electronic cannon and aimed it at Shen Ying.

A red beam shot out, Shen Ying's expression turned cold. She quickly dodged the beam, but Lu Heng's bullet grazed her upper arm.

Lu Heng was quite surprised to see Su Cheng appear, but he also knew that this was not a good time to ask her questions.

Su Cheng opened her Thousand-Machine Umbrella, blocking several bullets fired by Shen Ying. Her electronic cannon kept firing at her.

Lu Heng and Su Cheng worked together, taking advantage of Shen Ying's dodge of the electronic cannon to fire bullets at tricky angles.

The original situation has reversed, and now it's Shen Ying is struggling to cope.

I'll remember you.

Shen Ying didn't ask who Su Cheng was; she had made too many enemies, so asking was pointless.

He coldly uttered those words, then turned and ran into the depths of the forest without any further fighting.

She dodged a bullet coming from behind, but one still struck her in the shoulder.

If she hadn't dodged quickly enough, the bullet would have pierced her heart!

Shen Ying was very confident in her dodging skills; any weapon that could hit her was no ordinary weapon.

Her heart sank slightly, and she immediately realized that Su Cheng, who had suddenly appeared, was no ordinary person.

A crisis warning was sounded, and she had a vague premonition that this was someone she had to kill!

A note from the author:

This dungeon won't be too long.

Chapter 87

Shen Ying left in the depths of the forest. Su Cheng didn't chase after her, watching her figure gradually disappear into the distance, and asked Mu Ling, "Have you marked her with the Ghost Mark mark yet?"

Mu Ling: "Of course, afterwards, I can sense her the moment she appears near you!"

"Long time no see." Lu Heng looked at Su Cheng in surprise, but this was the second time they had met, and he could clearly sense that Su Cheng was different from before.

He had learned from others that the winner of the competition for those under 59 days old Su Cheng, but at the time he was not sure if it was the same person he had met.

Now, seeing her again, he was almost certain it was Su Cheng he knew. In such a short time, she had grown at an extraordinary speed.

Su Cheng: "Was that Shen Ying just now? Why were you fighting?"

"You know Shen Ying too? This matter is both complicated and simple."

Song Tangqiu, who had been shot behind a tree, stretched out his hand for help, interrupting the two men's continued conversation, "Why don't you take care of me first?"

"..."

The two men shifted their gazes, paused for a moment, and then walked together toward the wounded.

Lu Heng skillfully took out the medicine and gave it to Song Tangqiu to drink before checking the wound on his leg.

"Hello, my name is Song Tangqiu."

Hello, Su Cheng.

Song Tangqiu paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "You wouldn't happen to be that Su Cheng, would you!"