Chapter 137

Chuzheng slept for a while and upon waking, checked the original owner’s body again.

Still no special ability.

The wounds were also beginning to scab.

Half a year ago, a strange light appeared in the sky, making everyone feel dizzy.

Those who managed to regain consciousness could survive; those who couldn’t became the zombies outside.

Among those who woke up, some awakened to a special ability, and these people were the most popular in the post-apocalyptic world.

Special abilities were classified according to the Five Elements: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and there were also mutations, such as Thunder Series, Ice Series…

Mutated abilities were often much more powerful than other abilities.

But they were also extremely rare.

Being bitten or scratched by zombies could lead to infection—of course, there were exceptions, with some people surviving and awakening special abilities.

Zombies relied on hearing and sense of smell, and early-stage zombies were more sensitive during the day than at night, probably due to retaining a bit of human instinct.

Later…

Day or night, it was all the same damn thing!

Humans’ living space rapidly dwindled, and for the sake of food, they had to venture out.

The original owner was initially moving with a large group.

While staying here to search for supplies, Ning You took action against her.

With no guard up against Ning You, it was effortless for Ning You to leave her amongst the zombies.

By now, Ning You probably already found that group with the Jade Pendant and successfully took her place…

This plot is just so dumb!

Did Ning You get in through the back door by paying money?

“Wait a minute, even though it’s the apocalypse, there should still be some machines left. It shouldn’t be hard to do a paternity test, right?”

How did Ning You successfully replace the original owner?

This isn’t scientific at all!

[Miss, Ning You took a bunch of your hair, a really big bunch at that. Touch your head and see if you’re bald.]”

When the time comes to return to the base, just her hair would be needed to prove the kinship.

Chuzheng: “…”

Chuzheng reached to touch her head, and didn’t feel bald, just a bit sore.

That damn thing actually yanked her hair like that!

–

Chuzheng reviewed her basic knowledge and tried out her body’s abilities in the room. The original owner had done many part-time jobs and even learned some simple moves; with half a year spent fleeing for life, her body’s resilience wasn’t bad.

From time to time, there was the sound of zombies moving in the corridor.

Chuzheng stood at the door, the sounds outside intermittent, unsure how many zombies there were.

How to get out.

Chuzheng walked to the window and drew back the curtains. Dawn was just breaking outside, with sunlight sweeping across inch by inch.

Ever since the apocalypse began, the weather had been scorching hot.

It was only March, but it felt like the height of summer.

This was a residential building; she was on the second floor.

So hot.

So many zombies.

Frightening!

Don’t want to go out.

Chuzheng stayed in the room for most of the day until King’s Account couldn’t stand it any longer and assigned her a task.

[Main quest: Please spend fifty Crystal Cores within two hours. Crystal Cores have been deposited into your Spatial Bag, please check to receive them.]

Chuzheng: “…”

Crystal Cores?

Two months ago, people discovered that some zombies had something like gems, Crystal Cores, inside their heads.

The use of Crystal Cores spread quickly.

They could help everyone improve their special abilities.

In the later stages, Crystal Cores would serve as currency in the post-apocalyptic world.

She took out a bag of Crystal Cores; they were all white and irregular in shape, somewhat like diamonds.

For the past two months, all the Crystal Cores that had appeared were like this.

Later, as zombies evolved, the colors of the Crystal Cores would also change.

Chuzheng felt worried.

Where was she supposed to spend these fifty Crystal Cores now?

Did the zombies outside collect that stuff in their heads?

Chuzheng carefully opened the door to the room and several grotesque zombies roamed the dim corridor.

Chuzheng touched her wrist, where a silver thread faintly appeared, gently winding around her finger like a frolicking child.

–

“Brother Bao, is it safe here?”

The frail man looked nervously around, accompanied by a bespectacled boy who resembled a student.

To their side stood a man brimming with muscles, looking very formidable.

Shirtless, he said in a gruff voice, “I checked just now, it should be safe here. We’ll rest for the night, and figure out how to leave tomorrow.”

“How much food do we have left?”

The muscular man asked.

But no one answered him.

The muscular man couldn’t help but look back—at the end of the corridor they were standing in was a little girl.

The girl was clean, her features finely crafted like a work of art.

She casually hooked a backpack with one hand and slung it over her shoulder.

With a blank expression, her pose and demeanor exuded coldness, adding an inexplicable dash of coolness.

The muscular man immediately became vigilant, with a flame appearing in his hand.

The other man and the boy resembling a student also watched her guardedly.

They had just checked the surroundings—there had been no zombies or living creatures. Where had this girl come from?

With much experience in the post-apocalyptic world, sometimes the least dangerous looking situations could turn out to be the most perilous.

Chuzheng moved her bag to the front.

“Don’t move!” the muscular man barked, the flame in his hand growing significantly larger.

Revealing a special ability could effectively prevent a direct confrontation and make the opponent back off.

However, the girl opposite merely tilted her head and continued opening her backpack to rummage inside.

“Don’t move, or else don’t blame me if…”

Rustle—

Chuzheng pulled out a bag full of crystal cores.

The last rays of sunset disappeared, and the shadow the girl cast on the ground also gradually faded in the stifling heat and eerie silence.

“Trade?”

The girl opposite spoke up.

Her voice was clear and crisp, cutting through the heavy air like a splash of ice water, cooling the hearts of the three men, bringing an odd sense of relief.

“Is that a crystal core?” the skinny man whispered to the muscular man.

The man’s eyes narrowed slightly as he scrutinized the girl across from him and nodded.

“So many…” the boy murmured, “This could let Brother Bao level up, right? What does she want to trade with us for?”

He became somewhat excited as he spoke.

He almost went over to grab Chuzheng’s hand, eager to trade.

“Her appearance is too strange, and she’s carrying so many crystal cores. Be cautious,” the muscular man warned in a low voice.

Crystal cores were not found in every zombie’s brain.

Most zombies didn’t have crystal cores.

How could such a frail-looking girl have so many crystal cores? How many zombies had she killed?

The boy seemed to realize this and dared not make another peep.

“What do you want in exchange?” the muscular man probed.

Chuzheng spoke in a cool tone, “What do you have?” They looked so poor, she couldn’t ask for too much.

The muscular man didn’t respond but gestured for Chuzheng to look; all their possessions were laid out in front of them.

Chuzheng pointed to a protruding packet on the ground, “Trade me some food, and all of these are yours.”

The muscular man: “…”

The three men exchanged glances.

Struggling to believe what they heard.

So many crystal cores, maybe dozens of them?

To trade for a bit of food?

You must know that crystal cores were very rare in circulation; she could trade those for quite a bit.

“Trade or not?”

Seeing they were unmoved, Chuzheng urged them.

She was short on time!!

What was there to consider?

Wasn’t this a pie falling from the sky?!