In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

"Let's go, brother." Wenren Lei waved and prepared to get into the car. "Don't worry, I will definitely bring Fu Yan back safe and sound."

Wenren Yu shook her head and smiled: "Go ahead."

Maruko didn't know it wouldn't be on this mission. When it saw Wenren Lei about to leave, it anxiously circled around Wenren Yu's shoulder.

"Woof!!"

Wenren Lei turned around, walked over, and reached out to rub its little head: "Take good care of your uncle at home. Be good, I'll bring you some high-level zombie meat when I come back."

Maruko whimpered and obediently nestled back onto Wenren Yu's shoulder.

The two got into the car, and the A1-V silently glided out of the compound and into the gray, snowy landscape.

Wenrenlei walked to the study at the back of the car and peered out the window.

Several furtive dark figures were crouching on the courtyard wall; they were clearly Yi Yang and his group.

Wenren Yu and Gu Zhengming followed them to the main gate. The fluffy little white dot on Wenren Yu's shoulder grew smaller and smaller until it was completely invisible.

Wenren Lei rubbed her face vigorously.

"Can't bear to part with it?" Fu Yan asked from behind.

Wenren Lei looked at the snow outside the window: "A little. I used to always see my brother off on business trips, but now it's the other way around. He's not doing well right now, and I'm worried about him."

"Don't be afraid, with your uncle and the medical school here."

A1-V noticed that Wenren Lei was in low spirits, so it played some light and soothing music.

"This journey is expected to take nine hours to reach the destination. Master, would you like to take a bath first?"

Wenren Lei turned around and took Fu Yan's hand: "Yes."

……

As the A1-V drove westward, the supply and aid stations that the authorities had previously set up along the way were abandoned one after another.

The further west you go, the more abandoned vehicles there are on the road. Every now and then, groups of mutated beasts are startled by the sound of engines and intimidated by the aura of the Corpse King, and they scatter and flee into the forest in a panic.

"How could it be so desolate?" Wenren Lei sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window.

Fu Yan said, "Now there are more and more Redstone-level zombies, and they have begun to build their own forces. These small supply points and civilian organizations are their first targets."

Wenren Lei nodded. Previously, when Lao Sun and his group went into the mountains for investigation, they were blocked by a level four zombie and a group of mutated beasts.

As evening approached, the A1-V gradually slowed down and came to a stop.

"Master, we have arrived at the perimeter of the target civilian organization."

Wenren asked tearfully, "Are there any survivors?"

The A1-V's electronic voice was cold: "No signs of life were detected within a one-kilometer radius."

The two exchanged a glance.

Wenren tearfully said, "Open the door."

The NGO's headquarters were located in a guesthouse in a mountain village.

A two-story building surrounded by a yard, with a snow shelter built over the yard, and barbed wire and sharpened defensive stakes strung outside the yard.

The two stood in front of the courtyard gate, with a miniature version of the A1-V at their feet.

The entire guesthouse was deathly silent; there wasn't even a footprint, let alone any signs of a runaway.

"It doesn't look like it's been violently damaged," Wenren Lei asked. "Are you sure there aren't any living people inside?"

A1-V said, "I swear on my engine, there aren't even any zombies inside."

Fu Yan reached out and pushed open the courtyard gate, and the two stepped into the courtyard one after the other.

Two vegetable plots have been cultivated in the yard. All the crops in the field have been harvested, leaving only a few vegetable leaves.

Wenren Lei squatted down and picked up a wilted cabbage leaf: "They can grow crops. This organization has fire elemental ability users."

Fu Yan said, "In the current situation, survivors generally won't leave their land vacant, unless they're moving."

Wenren tearfully said, "Could it be that they left on their own? They even took the vegetables they planted with them before they left."

He glanced at the well-maintained courtyard: "This doesn't look like a missing person case; it's very likely a mass relocation."

Fu Yan said, "If it's a move, it's understandable that we're temporarily out of contact. But just to be safe, let's go inside and check again carefully."

The two entered the guesthouse, and Wenren Lei said, "Brother Yan, I'll go upstairs to check."

"it is good."

Fu Yan searched the first floor. The first floor of the guesthouse had been converted into several living areas. There were many empty nails embedded in the walls. The things hanging on the nails had all been removed. Judging from the marks, they should have been shotguns or knives.

Finally, Fu Yan turned and went into the kitchen. The pots and pans on the shelf were washed clean and stacked upside down.

Wenren Lei came down from the second floor, went into the kitchen, and glanced at the nearly empty rice and flour containers: "This little organization is doing quite well. They have fire elementalists and water elementalists. Guarding the house shouldn't be a problem. Why bother moving?"

He waved the baby woolen socks he had picked up: "Especially since they're with a baby in them."

Fu Yan said, "Either they've found a safer foothold, or they've been incorporated into a larger organization."

"That makes sense," Wenren Lei said. "The second floor is where they live; there are several bedrooms, and all the beds there have been taken."

He turned to look at the half-empty guesthouse; it was clearly an organized, orderly, and even joyful relocation.

Wenren Lei swung the little woolen socks around playfully: "I think we can go home now. Once they're settled, they'll probably have time to contact Old Sun."

Fu Yan rubbed his head: "Okay, but just to be on the safe side, let's check it again, okay?"

Wenren Lei nodded generously: "Check whatever you want, check whatever you want."

Fu Yan left Wenren Lei downstairs, telling him to rest first, while he went upstairs to check on her.

There were many bedrooms on the second floor, and Fu Yan went in to look at them one by one.

When Fu Yan reached the last room in the corridor, he slowed down.

This room is more exquisitely decorated than the other rooms; it must be the owner's room at this guesthouse.

There were signs that the room had been ransacked, left by Wenren Lei during her search.

Fu Yan is the Corpse King, and his five senses are more acute than those of ordinary humans. When he passed by the east wall, his gaze was fixed on several scratches on the wall.

The scratch is so shallow that it is difficult for the average person to see with the naked eye.

There was an old cabinet leaning against the wall. The scratches looked like they were left from the cabinet being pushed open and then pushed back into place.

Fu Yan moved the heavy cabinet half a foot away with one hand, and a small oil paper package fell out from the crack in the wall behind the cabinet.

He bent down to pick it up, peeled off the oil paper, and found a letter inside.

The envelope was stamped with a dark black wax seal, depicting a manor surrounded by high walls with its gates wide open, as if inviting someone in.

Fu Yan put the letter into his spatial storage, carefully checked the rest of the room, and then left the second floor.

Wenren Lei was sprawled on a recliner, holding up a miniature A1-V, and scolding it: "You're not as soft as Maruko."

A1-V emitted a chuckling electronic voice: "Excuse me, where did I get this hair from??"

Wenren tearfully said, "This is your flaw."

A1-V: (ー`´ー)

Fu Yan walked over, took out the letter, and handed it to him: "Lei Lei."

"Huh?" Wenren Lei put down A1-V and took the envelope. "Where did you find it? On the second floor? No way, I searched so carefully and didn't find it."

Fu Yan lied with ease: "The roof."