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

Wenren Lei glanced at him: "You're going a bit too far."

The envelope had already been opened by the recipient. Wenren Lei flicked off the sealing wax and pulled out the letter directly.

He rubbed the paper between his fingers: "The texture is quite good, smooth and thick."

With supplies so scarce right now, only the most extravagant person would hoard such high-grade stationery.

Wenrenlei softly read the contents of the letter: "The Silent Manor is now open to all like-minded individuals, offering system-based ability training, food and lodging, and advancement opportunities. Upon reaching a certain level, one will have the right to allocate resources. Anyone aspiring to establish themselves in the apocalypse is welcome to join. Those who already have a team will receive preferential treatment. Places are limited..."

The letter ended with the contact point, and a line of small print in bold: This is a two-way selection process; please do not disclose it to others to avoid losing your spot.

"The right to allocate resources... that's a really big promise. Training, accommodation, promotion, and they even emphasize 'to prevent the spot from falling into other people's hands'. They really know how to hit the pain points of small teams."

For a small, grassroots organization, the biggest worry is always the uncertainty of survival; this suddenly appearing estate is like a windfall.

He held the letter in his hand, then lowered his head to sniff it: "High-grade ink, and it's printed using industrial printing methods. Small workshops really can't produce something like this."

Fu Yan nodded slightly: "This letter itself is a very persuasive lure."

Wenren Lei said, "But this manor is quite contradictory. 'Please do not publicize this,' yet it's a legitimate place that's recruiting, and it seems to want the whole world to know about it. This gives me a very blatant feeling of guilt and malice."

"This manor is definitely haunted." He put the letter away, stood up, and said, "Let's go take a look."

The A1-V braved the heavy snow and hit the road again.

The manor is not far from the guesthouse, so there's no rush to drive the A1-V.

Wenren Lei collapsed on the sofa, resting her head on Fu Yan's lap as she ate fruit.

"Hey, help me check if this Silent Manor is registered with the Alliance."

A1-V remained silent for a long time before reporting: "Master, no relevant registration information was found. There is no legitimate organization with the suffix 'Manor' in the entire region."

Wenren Lei spat out a watermelon seed: "Hmm~ even more suspicious."

Fu Yan raised his hand and caught the watermelon seed in mid-air, placing it on the edge of the fruit plate.

"Pineapple." Wenren Lei opened her mouth, waiting to be fed.

Fu Yan held a small silver fork and picked out a piece of pineapple to feed him: "This pineapple might bite, right?"

Wenren Lei happily chewed on pineapple, looked into his eyes, and deliberately said, "Anyway, my mouth doesn't feel uncomfortable."

Fu Yan tasted the stinging sensation in his mouth: "I don't feel uncomfortable."

Silent Manor is hidden in the mountains.

After the two got out of the car, they found a sheltered cave, left the A1-V inside and hid it, so that it could provide backup outside.

Fu Yan used his chameleon ability to change Wenren Lei's hair to black.

His white hair is so distinctive; it's best to be cautious when entering a place where everything is uncertain.

Having learned from his previous experience of infiltrating the Cloud Map Base, Fu Yan specially prepared several sets of tattered old clothes in his space for camouflage.

Fu Yan looked at Wenren Lei's hair flying everywhere and chuckled, "Leilei, you don't need to make it so messy. It's not difficult for a survivor to tidy up their hair."

"Alright then." Wenren Lei reached out and pressed down her messy, over-the-top hair.

After dressing up, the two now look like miserable young people struggling to survive in a post-apocalyptic world.

This way, even if it is discovered during the investigation, it will not arouse much suspicion.

Wenren Lei was very satisfied with her makeup and styling this time: "I still can't hide my handsomeness."

Fu Yan reached out and smoothed down his tuft of hair, then put the hat on him: "Very cold."

The two headed into the mountains following the rendezvous point marked on the letter.

After passing through a birch forest, we arrived at the depths of the valley, where a huge, gray-white manor lay quietly nestled among the snow-covered mountains.

A thin mist drifted slowly along the ground, and the manor was surrounded by high walls in the mist.

The buildings inside the wall are arranged neatly, but all of them have gray roofs, giving people a sense of order but no life.

Wenren Lei looked at the so-called rendezvous point: "Isn't this the registration office? Who puts a rendezvous point right at their doorstep?"

The rendezvous point was set up outside the manor's large black iron gate. It was still dark, and the only thing at the rendezvous point was a set of tables and chairs covered in snow.

Fu Yan picked up Wenren Lei and whispered, "Let's go check the back mountain."

The two found a giant rock on the back of the mountain and lay down behind it.

Wenren Lei held a thermos and drank warm water mixed with stabilizing agent, while eating a piece of steaming toast in her other hand.

"Give me a piece of beef." Wenren Lei stretched out her hand and held up the toast in front of Fu Yan.

Fu Yan took out the cooked steak from his spatial storage and placed it on his toast.

Wenren Lei took a big bite, choking a little: "It has a kind of desolate feeling, like eating steamed buns with pickled vegetables."

Fu Yan rested his chin on his hand, a smile playing on his lips: "Who can be as hardworking and resilient as you?"

Wenren Lei took a sip of warm water: "You've made me suffer. I'll go back and tell my brother."

Just as dawn was breaking, a whistle sounded throughout the manor.

Wenren Lei quickly stuffed the remaining bite into her mouth, puffed out her cheeks, and peeked out into the manor.

Groups of people dressed in identical dark gray clothes emerged from the gray-roofed buildings and gathered on the large lawn in the backyard of the manor.

Wenren Lei chewed on something and mumbled, "Did this gray stuff save the manor owner's life?"

Fu Yan took out a cup of hot milk and handed it to him: "Calm down, or you'll choke."

Wenren Lei took the milk, drank it all in one gulp, and then looked down through the binoculars.

The number of people on the grassland was quite considerable; Wenrenlei roughly counted them and estimated there to be five or six hundred.

There were men, women, young and old; the oldest looked to be in their fifties or sixties, and the youngest was only about ten years old.

Dozens of people who looked like instructors stood in front of the crowd, and the crowd dispersed according to their instructions to begin morning training.

Strangely, these people were grouped without any pattern, with adults and children mixed together, which meant that the amount of training was the same.

But what truly made Wenren Lei's scalp tingle were the faces of these people.

Hundreds of faces were expressionless, not one of them showing signs of fatigue. Their eyes were filled with a strange excitement, as if they were burning themselves out, training with all their might.

"Hiss. Are even the old men here this fierce?"

Fu Yan closed his eyes and sensed for a moment. When he opened them again, his expression was solemn: "I sensed a faint fluctuation of mental energy."

Wenren Lei tilted her head and asked, "Was it sent by those students downstairs?"

Fu Yan shook his head: "No, the entire manor was covered. The area is too large, and it's been operating continuously; it doesn't seem like the strength that a student could possess."

Wenren Lei raised an eyebrow: "Could there really be a Corpse King?"

Fu Yan shook his head again: "I haven't sensed anything yet."

"Never mind." Wenren Lei stood up. "Let's sneak in and see."