Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The entire supermarket inventory was brought in, totaling a little over ten thousand yuan. In just a few days, she had sold it all.

"Let me catch my breath, then I'll kill the eagle for you."

"Thanks." She squatted down in front of him, her back to the wind, her hair brushing against his forearm.

"You're crouching like that... blocking my view." He stiffened, lowered his shoulders, but the muzzle of his gun didn't deviate even slightly, and he continued firing in bursts.

The bullet pierced the air, and the zombie fell.

The killing eagle has a range of 200 meters, and the horde of corpses below is so crowded that it's difficult to even turn around.

He glanced at the mountain of corpses piled up below, and slowly raised the muzzle of his gun...

I glanced at the few more that were still swaying in the distance.

More than ten kilometers away, Ma Feng and Li Xiaolong were slicing through the oncoming zombies with their swords.

With their teammate falling down, the burden on their shoulders was lightened considerably.

Li Xiaolong is a born fighting maniac... He doesn't spend a single point to add attributes; relying solely on instinct and experience, his attacks are bloody, and his movements are so fast that even afterimages are hard to catch.

"Brother Long, which way to go next?" Ma Feng wiped his sweat, the tip of his knife touching the ground, and took a breath.

"This can't go on." Li Xiaolong sheathed his sword and glanced at a factory building in the distance. "Let's find somewhere we can breathe."

"There..." Ma Feng pointed to the three-story old factory building, "There are no doors or windows on the roof, so the zombies can't get up there. Let's go up and rest for a while, and maybe find some food."

"Okay." Li Xiaolong nodded, without stopping.

谷刢

With his quick wit and sharp tongue, Ma Feng managed to win over Li Xiaolong as a partner in just a few words.

Lin Quan's hands went numb, so he shoved the Desert Eagle into Song Shu'er's hands.

He retreated to the corner and unleashed twenty-seven fireballs in succession... some exploded, some burned, and hundreds of zombies were instantly reduced to charred remains.

I stood in the Three-Body Stance for an hour and then practiced the Five Elements Fist three or four times, my breathing steady as a bell.

He went back to his tent, collapsed into bed, and fell asleep immediately, a slight smile still on his lips.

Song Shu'er gripped the Desert Eagle and pulled the trigger every few seconds.

The moment the gun barrel twitches, my shoulder goes numb; my aim is way off, and I barely manage to hit one out of ten shots, it's all down to luck.

Lin Quan slept for more than six hours, then sat up, washed his face with a bucket of water, and ate two compressed biscuits.

Gunshots, the stench of corpses, screams... I treated them all as background noise and slept soundly.

"Brother Quan, I'm going to take a nap." Song Shu'er rubbed her eyes and handed over the gun with a smile.

Lin Quan took it, raised his hand and fired a shot, the zombie's skull exploded.

He was thinking to himself: Once the mission is over, I'll accumulate enough points to improve my attributes.

At level zero, you can add one point for every ten points... and the increase will be more and more significant as time goes on, but there's no need to worry right now.

He shook off his distracting thoughts and focused intently on the scene below.

When my right hand got tired, I switched to my left; when my left hand got stiff, I switched to my right. My fingers were burning hot from all the friction, and even the butt of my rifle was sweating.

Just as over nine thousand zombies fell, Song Shu'er walked over, rubbing her wrist. Lin Quan shoved the gun into her hand, then turned and threw over twenty fireballs... Flames erupted, the pile of corpses below crackled, and black smoke mixed with the smell of burning rose straight up.

The little bit of cloth, plastic, and hair on the zombies... would ignite if touched by fire.

Giving the Desert Eagle to Song Shu'er was the easiest way... She might not be a good shot, but as long as she fired, the zombies below wouldn't scatter; if she just rested, the moment she left, the zombies would immediately scatter and run away.

"If we poured a few buckets of gasoline on it and set it on fire... tsk, forget it. Making twelve thousand in a few hours is quite a good deal."

He took two gulps of beer, chewed the last bite of dry food, strolled to a corner to loosen his muscles, and then went around to Song Shuer's back.

He taught her how to press her wrists, regulate her breathing, and focus on the bullseye, and even helped her adjust the position of the rifle butt; he didn't say much, but every word he uttered was spot on.

Practicing martial arts is also a way to increase attributes... Once you break through a skill level, your qi and blood, muscles and bones, and perception will all increase accordingly.

He currently only possesses a surge of vital energy, crude and fierce, yet to take shape.

Higher-level martial arts methods can condense internal energy and refine true qi; Xingyi Five Elements Fist may seem old-fashioned, but when practiced to a deep level, the blood and qi become as hot as a furnace, naturally transforming into qi.

The Supreme God said that the power of the罡气 (罡气 is a type of internal energy) is no less than that of the 先天真气 (先天真气).

He glanced down at the panel:

"Body: 199, Soul: 279, Energy: 126."

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

"My body is at its limit; I'm still short 73 energy points."

As soon as Song Shuer handed him the gun, he took it and fired.

The two took turns guarding and resting, chatting briefly in their spare time, sharing dry rations when hungry, and drinking water when thirsty... They didn't talk much, but there was never a dull moment.

As the days went by, the number of zombies downstairs decreased with each kill, and their piles grew shorter and shorter.

With three days left until the mission's deadline, Lin Quan blew the top off the last zombie that was still able to move.

Song Shuer's points: 18,321.

Lin Quan's points: 235,704.

"I'll go down first," he said.

"Brother Quan, slow down." She nodded and gripped the knife at her waist.

The bulletproof vest he wore, which he had bought with 100 points, was impervious to cuts and bites; he had a knife and a gun in his hand, and ropes and fire under his feet... It would be difficult for any zombie in the world to even touch the hem of his clothes.

Sliding down the rope, the supermarket doors were wide open, and inside was a dark mass of swaying shadows.

He gestured to Song Shuer, and only after she landed and stood still did he raise his gun and aim it at the door.

boom! boom! boom!

As soon as the gunshot rang out, zombies swarmed out like flies drawn to a stench, pouring out from the gaps in the shelves, behind the freezers, and around the corners of the stairs.

Song Shuer stood against the wall, her eyes scanning left, right, and behind her... her ears listening for any sounds, her finger on the trigger.

Lin Quan shot heads off one after another, the corpses piled up, blocking the doorway with only a crack.

The fireball was thrown in, and the first floor instantly lit up...shelves, cardboard boxes, plastic packaging...all were ablaze. Flames licked at the zombies' collars, crackling and popping.

The scoreboard numbers were jumping around happily. He put away his gun, turned around, and said, "Let's go."

The living creatures nearby were either lured away early, burned to death inside, or... lay motionless at their feet.

Overturned vehicles were scattered on the street, with long trails of blood crisscrossing the area.

Lin Quan raised his hand and sent a fireball crashing into the supermarket entrance. The glass shattered, the shelves collapsed, and flames shot into the sky... The main god panel flashed: [Points +32780].

He chose a reasonably well-maintained apartment building to settle in, and together with Su Mang and Jin Xing, they cleaned the house, took turns showering, exercised according to plan, and rested regularly.

A notification popped up in the taskbar: "Survival Mission Completed," adding another thousand points.

Back in the Main God Space, Lin Quan's lips twitched, but he didn't laugh out loud; he just raised the corners of his eyes slightly.

Li Xiaochuan and Du Fenze were gone. Su Mang, Jin Xing, Li Xiaolong, Song Shuer, and Ma Feng stood in the same spot, wiping their sweat, drinking water, and unscrewing bottle caps, like neighbors who had just finished work.

"Two hundred and seventy-seven thousand six hundred and thirty-two," Lin Quan muttered to himself, pressing his tongue against his back teeth. "This is the first time I've seen so many."

"Fifty thousand, and you can leave." He paused, then continued, "But once you leave, you can never come back in."

He stared intently at the main screen, not blinking. Those ruthless characters who haven't yet shown their faces will eventually pave their way... When someone returns riding on lightning and fire, ordinary people in the real world without backing, support, or trump cards will be reduced to nothing, not even bones.

He turned and went into the mall.