Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Night fell as dark as ink, pressing down on Grizzly City.

Qi Zhimu, carrying a batch of spare medicines, kicked open the blocked door and cleared away the wandering zombies outside.

Guided by the Black Tower, continue exploring the hospital along the main road.

"This dilapidated hospital is so big, it's like a maze with all its twists and turns."

Qi Zhimu casually tossed a box of expired vitamin pills like a dart, and it hit the wall with a thud.

"According to your incomplete memory, the CT room should be around here, but we've been wandering around here for half an hour and haven't seen a single ghost except for zombies and stinking blood."

A thoughtful expression appeared on Black Tower's small face as he softly said:

"After all, I only watched the beginning of the story once, and a long time has passed, so it's normal that I don't remember it very clearly."

"Many of the road signs here are damaged, and it's nighttime, so visibility is very low."

The entire hospital lost power, leaving it pitch black inside.

The occasional howls of zombies echoed in the distance, reverberating through the empty corridor and sounding particularly eerie.

Qi Zhimu glanced at the tired-looking girl beside him and spoke in an impatient tone.

"Forget it, the dark is not good for me. Forget about finding anything, I'll rest and recharge first, and then I'll turn this place upside down tomorrow."

"...I have no objection," Black Tower said.

The two found the staff apartment and went inside.

Several zombies dressed as nurses were wandering aimlessly in the corridor. As soon as they spotted them, two electric currents precisely pierced their brainstem.

Two thuds, and the world fell silent.

The wind swept up the foul-smelling corpse and blew it far away.

Qi Zhimu found a relatively intact room and plopped down on the sofa.

The staff floated in mid-air, and a thin current of electricity drilled into the electrical box in the corner of the wall.

After the buzzing sound, the overhead light flickered twice and then turned on.

Although the light was dim and unstable, at least there was light.

After doing all this, Qi Zhimu's stomach made an untimely protest.

The air fell silent for two seconds.

Seeing the black tower staring at him, Qi Zhimu said confidently:

"What are you looking at? Humans, being ethereal beings, are also primates of the family Hominidae. They must abide by the law of conservation of energy. Hurry up and find something to eat, or I'll eat you."

Black Tower nodded and began rummaging through the room.

Two minutes later.

There's no food.

The refrigerator was empty, and she searched through all the cabinets, but found nothing.

Qi Zhimu rolled his eyes, got up and walked to the door. With a thought, a light blue wind barrier enveloped the entire room.

"Alright, I guess I'll have to do it myself. Stay here quietly while I go out to get the goods."

"I'll go with you." Black Tower immediately followed.

"What are you going there for? To be a decorative accessory?"

Qi Zhimu waved his hand dismissively.

"It's as dark outside as the bottom of a pot. Can your tired eyes even see the road? I don't want to have to distract myself and try to rescue you."

"But Mr. Creditor, you're the one with poor eyesight."

Black Tower's eyes were dull with fatigue, but they appeared exceptionally clear under the dim light, revealing a stubbornness.

She wasn't stupid; she had already seen through Qi Zhimu's logic—a typical case of saying one thing and meaning another.

He complained, but he was actually worried about her and afraid she would die out there.

"If you go out alone, what if you get lost, or..."

Qi Zhimu was so angry that he laughed. He was about to refuse, but when he met those pure and innocent eyes, he swallowed back the insults that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Fine, fine, go ahead and follow if you want."

He turned around, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.

"But let me make this clear first, if you faint from being scared by those ugly things outside, I won't feel sorry for you."

……

Grizzly City is more restless at night than during the day.

Zombies don't need sleep; in fact, they're like they're on stimulants, even more energetic at night.

"This setting is absolutely disgusting."

A flame floated at the tip of the staff, illuminating the path ahead.

The firelight brought brightness, but it also attracted the attention of all the zombies near the hospital entrance.

Roar--

A dozen or so zombies burst out of the shadows and charged forward, baring their fangs and claws.

"It's so noisy."

Qi Zhimu frowned.

A chill swept over him, and white freezing air erupted outwards from him.

The zombies at the forefront, still pouncing and biting, instantly transformed into crystal-clear ice sculptures.

Even the roars in their throats were frozen beneath the ice.

"Why not use lightning?" Black Tower asked.

Qi Zhimu stared wide-eyed.

"Thunder is like broadcasting a message that there's movement here, which will attract more zombies to the hospital, and then there will be more trouble."

"I don't care, but you won't get any sleep tonight. Without rest, your meat won't taste good, and I'll be the one who suffers."

As he spoke, he casually kicked over an ice sculpture blocking his way.

Black Tower was stunned, his eyebrows curving slightly.

The two pushed their way in this way, entering three convenience stores in succession.

The results were disappointing.

The shelves were emptier than Qi Zhimu's stomach; there wasn't even a bottle of water left, let alone food.

"Tsk, are these survivors locusts?"

Qi Zhimu's face grew increasingly dark, and he even wanted to unleash a devastating fireball on the empty shop to vent his anger.

"Don't rush."

Hei Ta tugged at his sleeve and said calmly:

"If small shops don't have it, try larger ones. Large supermarkets usually have stock in their warehouses, and it's difficult for ordinary survivors to access them."

"OK."

Half an hour later.

The Black Tower proved to be right.

Thousands of zombies roamed inside a large chain supermarket. Clearly, this was once a severely affected area of ​​a zombie outbreak, causing survivors to dare not venture further in.

"Clear the area."

The staff floated up to the ceiling, spreading its magic and unleashing a mini blizzard that swept through the supermarket, erasing all threats.

After a long while, the two of them rummaged through several large bags of self-heating hot pot, canned food, and compressed biscuits.

Black Tower left satisfied, carrying several brand-new casual outfits he had found in the clothing section.

"Let's fly back." The hospital was too far away, and Qi Zhimu didn't want to go back.

"etc."

"What's wrong now?"

"Since we're going to find a place to rest anyway, let's just find one nearby." Black Tower pointed to a spot not far away.

Qi Zhimu looked over, but couldn't see clearly.

"What kind of place is that?"

"The hotel looks quite luxurious."

"That works too, here it is."

……

The most luxurious suite on the top floor of the hotel.

The door was kicked open violently. The inside was relatively clean and tidy, with only a thin layer of dust from being uninhabited for a long time.

Qi Zhimu manipulates the wind, making it more efficient than a vacuum cleaner.

Although the water and electricity were cut off, this did not stump a mage with all magic abilities.

In the bathroom, Qi Zhimu first used a water-gathering technique to fill the spacious square bathtub, and then flames rose from his fingertips to heat the water to a comfortable temperature.

The rising heat dispelled the chill of the apocalypse.

"Finally, I can wash away this fishy smell."

Qi Zhimu was just about to take off his clothes when he noticed Hei Ta standing at the bathroom door, looking at him with a slight frown.

"What? Want to see?" Qi Zhimu raised an eyebrow.

"Your hand."

Heta pointed to his arms, which had just been stitched up not long ago.

"The wound cannot get wet, as it is prone to infection and inflammation, and the sutures may also come undone."

"..."

Qi Zhimu froze.

I'd completely forgotten about that.

"But it's really uncomfortable, you know? Although I don't have severe mysophobia, a normal person likes to be clean and can't stand water. Are you going to wash me for me?"