Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

【Suwen Liuguang - Second Stage】

Kill Value: 0/5000

It took Shenhe a full twenty minutes to accumulate enough kills to reach a thousand zombies before he finally managed to upgrade his spear to level two!

The second-tier spearhead gleamed even brighter, and several delicate golden lines slowly emerged on the silver-black shaft, winding and spreading along the spear body, giving it a more ferocious look than before.

Upon seeing that it would take a full five thousand to advance to the third rank, Shenhe pursed his lips and shook his head helplessly.

It was only because he had the Floating Life Mask that he could disguise himself as a zombie that these idiots completely ignored him and stood there obediently letting him poke them.

Otherwise, if he were to plunge into the horde of corpses alone and fight with melee weapons, he would surely be exhausted to death.

Even this took a toll on him; not physically, but mentally.

He has never been a patient person. He's fine with moving goods and running errands, but if you ask him to sit there and do repetitive work, he'll feel uncomfortable even after sitting for three minutes.

However, there are benefits to stabbing a thousand times in a row. At least you'll develop your accuracy. Whether it's stabbing the eye socket or the mouth, as long as it's the eye, you'll hit it every time.

He habitually flicked the gun barrel; it was spotless, without a trace of blood.

On a whim, Shenhe gently poked his thumb with the tip of the gun, but it didn't break the skin. He then added more force and barely managed to poke a small opening.

"Huh? Oh my god!"

Before the blood could even be squeezed out, the small wound had already healed completely.

There was no other way but to start over.

This time, he deliberately enlarged the wound, squeezed out a drop of blood, and dripped it onto the special pattern on the gun barrel.

The gun flashed a faint purple-gold light, and at the same time, a thin beam of light shot out and "whoosh" into Shenhe's brow.

"Ah~ here comes the application of the mechanism."

The moment that light entered his mind, the feeling of holding Suwen Liuguang in his hand changed.

At first, I only thought of it as a handy cold weapon, but now it feels like it's grown on my own arm, and we understand each other perfectly.

Shenhe was now standing at the end of the street outside the gym, with layers of zombie corpses lying around him. The gym had long been cleaned up, leaving only this last pile in front of him.

He gripped the end of the gun barrel with one hand, raised the gun to eyebrow level, and aimed the tip at the head of a zombie a few meters away, a thought flashing through his mind.

"Buzz!"

The spearhead of Suwen Liuguang, along with a small portion of the shaft, shot out with astonishing force, piercing the zombie's head before embedding itself firmly in the wall behind it.

Shenhe could clearly feel a thread thinner than a hair connecting the barrel of the gun in his hand to the gun tip in the distance.

The zombie that had its head blown off immediately went still, its body falling straight down.

The thin thread was still embedded in its skull. In the instant it fell, the hard skull brushed against the thread and was cut open as easily as cutting tofu.

So this thin thread is also a good trick for scheming.

He had another thought, and the spearhead in the distance hummed and trembled. The next second, it flew back automatically, clicking back onto the shaft and transforming back into a complete spear.

"Wow, this is definitely a killer tool!"

In fact, after shooting the spearhead, he could also use his mind to control himself to fly towards the spearhead, which was equivalent to a simple grappling hook.

However, he has spatial teleportation, so he doesn't need to use this function for the time being.

He put Suwen Liuguang into his spatial storage, then took out a shotgun and pulled the trigger on the remaining zombies.

He prefers the thrill of firearms and superpowers to cold weapons.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One shot to the head, brains splattering like watermelons—that's the romance of men.

After clearing out the last zombie, he took off his mask, zoomed in on the map, selected the coordinates of the orphanage, and teleported away in a flash of white light.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Shenhe went straight to his room. He pushed open the door and found the room empty. Li Yuetong was not in bed; he didn't know where she had gone.

He glanced at the map and saw that all the green dots were still there, safely in the orphanage. Only then did he feel relieved and took out his walkie-talkie to call her.

In the orphanage's vegetable garden, apart from Zhang Ran and Tang Dashan who were always patrolling along the wall, almost everyone else was there.

Mrs. Shen sat on a small stool to the side, fanning herself with a palm leaf fan, her eyes gently watching the children playing on the ground.

Li Jing'an was tiptoeing to pick green beans, Su Mingyue was squatting not far away picking eggplants, and Li Wanning was wearing a straw hat and picking cowpeas along the trellis.

"Li Jing'an! Pick the biggest green beans! They'll be too old overnight. Why are you picking those little ones? It's such a waste!" Su Mingyue shouted without looking up.

"Okay, okay, I just picked a small bowlful because I knew you like tender ones," Li Jing'an replied cheerfully.

Su Mingyue always liked to talk about Li Jing'an, and Li Jing'an never got angry, always responding with a smile.

Li Wanning would occasionally glance up at the two of them, covering her mouth and secretly laughing.

Li Yuetong and Xia Yuxuan stood by the well, munching on freshly picked and washed cucumbers, looking completely satisfied.

The surroundings were quiet, with only the rustling of the wind through the vegetable leaves. It didn't resemble the precarious, apocalyptic world outside at all; instead, it felt like a peaceful farmhouse.

"Homegrown vegetables taste better. The ones I used to buy at the market looked fresh, but they had no vegetable flavor at all."

Li Yuetong took a big bite of cucumber, chewing it crisply, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons.

"Absolutely. The vegetables in the city are all sprayed with pesticides and forced to grow. Those cucumbers grow straighter than models, each one with its flower and thorns still on. Look at the ones we grow ourselves, they're crooked and hunched over, but they smell so good."

Xia Yuxuan also took a bite. She was used to eating it every day, but seeing that Li Yuetong enjoyed it made her happy too.

"Sister Tongtong, wait here, I'll pick you a tomato! It's an old variety, with a sandy flesh! You can just break it open and eat it without even dipping it in sugar, the flavor is so rich!"

"Thank you, Little Rain!"

"Hehe, no need to thank me, you're my sister-in-law!"

As soon as Li Yuetong woke up, Xia Yuxuan clung to her and started playing.

She liked Li Yuetong's gentle nature; her soft, gentle voice was comforting and made her forget all her worries.

Xia Yuxuan picked the biggest one, washed it clean in the well water, and gently broke it open with her slender fingers, releasing a rich tomato aroma.

She handed over most of it with an expectant look on her face.

Li Yuetong took a bite, her eyes narrowing again. "It's definitely different! The skin is super thin, and the flavor is rich. It's a hundred times better than what's sold in the city! The ones in the city have thick, hard skins and are sour too—they're awful!"

"Hehe! Sister-in-law, if you like it, I'll pick it for you every day from now on!"

"Okay, then I'll eat the vegetables Xiaoyu picks from now on."

As they were talking, Tang Dashan walked over from the opposite side with his hands behind his back. When he was still five or six meters away, he suddenly hesitated and stopped, not daring to move forward.

He saw her from afar. As soon as Xia Yuxuan saw him, she immediately lowered her head in panic, picking at the tomato in her hand with her fingers. She didn't even dare to lift her head, completely losing the lively chatter she had just displayed.

Mother Shen slowly stopped fanning herself with the palm-leaf fan, looked at Xia Yuxuan, and then at Tang Dashan, who had a simple and honest face.

The three people picking vegetables stopped at the same time and stared at this side, their faces full of amused expressions, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Li Yuetong glanced at Tang Dashan's shy and nervous expression, then at Xia Yuxuan who was practically squeezing juice out of a tomato, smiled, looked up at him, and called out.

"Hey! Fatty, what are you doing here?"

Tang Dashan was feeling uneasy, but seeing his sister-in-law offer him a way out, he quickly scratched his head, looked gratefully at Li Yuetong, and stammered,

"Sister-in-law... I... I'm a little hungry, I wanted to come and pick... pick a tomato to eat..."

He stammered as he spoke, his eyes constantly glancing at the nearly rotten tomato in Xia Yuxuan's hand.