In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

After a moment's thought, Xu Shuai agreed to Yang Kexin's inclusion and categorized her as a Category II staff member.

The core area of ​​the flying house is the control panel. Apart from that, people with Class II access can roam freely in other areas.

Given the urgency of the situation, Xu Shuai didn't have much time to plan for the area.

Without delving into the functions within the core area, he felt it was too hasty to grant Yang Kexin excessive authority.

In the instant the other person's expression froze, their fingers intertwined, and Xu Shuai easily pulled Yang Kexin, who weighed less than 100 pounds, onto the flying house.

The upgrade requirements for flying houses are too demanding, but their uniqueness doesn't need much consideration.

Since he was already here and had successfully bound and activated the account, he wasn't about to give up what was already in his grasp.

At worst, he could recruit people to meet the upgrade requirements of the Breath of Earth. As for what would happen after that, he had plenty of ways to handle it.

"Th-thank you..." Pulled onto the flying house, Yang Kexin turned around and lay on the floor with her limbs spread out in a starfish shape. Her eyes were red, and tears of joy streamed down her face.

She did it, she finally did it. From then on, unless absolutely necessary, Yang Kexin resolved not to leave the flying house, even if she were to starve or die of thirst.

Xu Shuai controlled the flying house and continued to increase its hovering height. Just as the hovering height reached 1.5 meters above the ground...

When he looked up, he realized that Ye Ziming had been standing motionless, seemingly mesmerized.

At the same time, a green, fleshy ball emerged from the gap in the black van.

The zombie corpses, which had been smashed and pierced, now had a string of green lines extending from their head wounds. These lines forcibly stitched the zombie corpses together in pairs, and even in groups of three. The heads, whose features were not discernible, looked over with an air of importance.

They stared at each other silently, as if searching for an enemy. This bizarre scene sent a chill down Xu Shuai's spine.

"Holy crap! What the hell is this thing? It's supposed to be a zombie, but it looks like a stitched-together monster with dismembered limbs."

Xu Shuai muttered to himself, then shouted at Ye Ziming, who was staring blankly, "Ye Zi, run! What's wrong with you?"

"Don't look back! Run!"

Like a possessed spirit, Ye Ziming suddenly awoke amidst his angry shouts.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he glanced back, then his legs went weak, nearly tripping over his own and falling to the ground.

"Old Xu, what the hell is that thing? It scared my legs to death."

Although Ye Ziming said this, his strides became longer and longer, almost as if he were running.

At this moment, Xu Shuai, who was originally squatting in the flying house and reaching out to pull, saw that Ye Ziming was so strong, so he simply continued to increase the height.

2 meters......2.5 meters

[A living being detected approaching]

Name: Ye Ziming

Do you agree to join the Xirang?

【Yes】

When Ye Ziming jumped up, Xu Shuai quickly selected "agree" and also categorized him into Category II personnel.

Ye Ziming gripped the edge of the flying house with both hands and used both hands and feet to quickly climb up: "Exciting, this is so exciting!"

He shouted loudly, staring at Xu Shuai's retreating figure, his eyes revealing an indescribable emotion.

Xu Shuai, who was constantly watching the scene below, raised the flying house to its maximum hovering height of five meters almost the instant the monster below touched Ye Ziming's leg.

After leaping over the fence, Xu Shuai looked back one last time with lingering reluctance.

That was too hasty; it's a real shame we didn't move those piles of medicinal mountain supplies onto the flying house.

Xu Shuai piloted the flying house, flying along the road towards the mountain.

The monster, having lost its target, vented all its anger on the wall.

As the scenery behind him receded into the distance, and the roars of the monsters faded away, Xu Shuai stopped the flying house and gazed into the distance. Above the Flower City, an eerie red halo emanated.

He looked up at the night sky and saw a thin, crescent-shaped moon surrounded by a deathly red glow, like a giant scythe of death hanging over everyone's heads.

The three sat side by side in front of the flying house, their legs dangling down beneath it, feeling the tingling sensation of the wind blades brushing against their skin.

These floorboards, twenty centimeters thick, seemed to be the main attraction of the night, their surfaces radiating an extraordinary metallic beauty.

Above the floor, at a height of about five meters, there was also this mysterious metal reflecting light and shadow.

Xu Shuai looked up, and the light and shadow did not obstruct his view.

On the contrary, within the designated floating area of ​​this flying house, there is a unique airspace of its own. Whether flying at full speed or taking a sharp ascent or descent, people or objects within the area maintain an unusually stable posture, as if walking on flat ground.

However, once you leave the floating area of ​​the flying house, such as by stretching your legs under the floor of the flying house, or by extending your head or hands to a height of five meters, you can truly feel the centrifugal force brought about by acceleration, ascent, and descent.

After escaping danger, Ye Ziming kept tapping the floor and touching the shrunken villa, his exclamations of amazement never ceasing.

"Holy crap, Lao Xu, what's going on? You wouldn't let me in earlier, was it just to do this? How did you manage that?"

"There's no other way. I am the chosen one of destiny. As the end times approach, Heaven, with its benevolent heart, bestowed this magical treasure upon me, commanding me to save humanity."

Ye Ziming didn't rush to respond, but the half-smile on his lips betrayed his true thoughts.

He coughed lightly, his eyes secretly glancing at Yang Kexin, whose smiling face and eyes seemed to shine: "I didn't realize, Lao Xu, that you actually have such a savior-like heart."

"Now I have to criticize you. The world has changed. The most important thing is to think about how to protect yourself, not to be overly compassionate."

When it comes to the apocalypse, the most disliked people are the "holier-than-thou" types. In most disaster movies, what normal person's first thought isn't to protect themselves?

Therefore, when Xu Shuai suddenly voiced this idea, Ye Ziming was greatly shocked. He had to shatter his good brother's savior fantasy in time.

After speaking, he straightened his back and looked at Yang Kexin with bright eyes, hoping to get the same opinion from her.

Unexpectedly, Yang Kexin, who was listening intently, just looked at Xu Shuai with longing, without saying anything in agreement or rushing to refute.

Xu Shuai braced his hands on the edge of the flying house, his tone heavy: "The world is in ruins, and someone has to mend it. There should be warmth in the apocalypse, but it doesn't mean we should save everyone we see."

Some kind-hearted and talented people will save as many people as they can; more people means more helpers, which is always a good thing.

At least in terms of scavenging, taking risks, and transporting supplies, it will be safer, provided that one's own safety is not endangered.

Ye Ziming, who almost bit his tongue, felt a slight relief upon hearing Xu Shuai's last words.

He was terrified; he almost thought Xu Shuai had been possessed by an alien. He stopped smiling and fell into deep thought.

"What can I do? If I don't recruit, I won't get the other half of the upgrade experience. Without all the experience, I can't expand my territory or improve my personal abilities..."

Xu Shuai was also helpless, caught in a vicious cycle that required him to collect more materials and recruit more people in order to upgrade.