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

Despite such danger, Yang Kexin resolutely chose to give up the opportunity to escape in advance.

Going to Nanwan University and telling the two college students he didn't know the news was tantamount to saving Xu Shuai and his companion's lives.

As for Ye Ziming's claim of premeditation, Xu Shuai had a big question mark in his mind.

From Wang Qing leading his men to provoke them, to the appearance of zombies, to being trapped in a dangerous situation, to killing the zombies, and finally to the successful conversion of the flying house.

Yang Kexin's expression and behavior did not show any panic that was deliberately displayed under the guise of anticipation.

Too many unforeseen events occurred during that time. If Xu Shuai had been even slightly weaker, the woman might have turned into a zombie along with the two of them.

To gamble with one's own life? That's incredibly audacious.

Besides, Xu Shuai's special circumstances happened suddenly, so he didn't think this woman could really predict the future.

However, it would be unreasonable to say that Yang Kexin had no idea about such a painstaking and in-person invitation.

But the end of the world has come, and things have come to this point. The three people who are in the same boat, without any external interference, are starting to disintegrate from within. This is an extremely bad start.

"I...I..." Ye Ziming, belatedly realizing what was happening and his thoughts gradually clearing, stammered, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault for acting impulsively. You should call back now, or do you want me to call for you?"

Yang Kexin glanced at it, then continued dialing, but the phone kept ringing with a busy tone, and her heart sank.

Two lines of tears slid down her cheeks, and Yang Kexin fell silent, choosing to swallow her bitter pill. This action was far more heartbreaking than those who shouted and screamed and vented their emotions.

Xu Shuai, who was standing and watching, had his clothes pulled forcefully by Ye Ziming. Ye Ziming gestured to Xu Shuai with his mouth, indicating that the latter should step forward and resolve the matter.

This is not really Ye Ziming's fault. He simply took his lower-class identity too seriously, and when he suddenly encountered people from different social classes, he habitually placed all the blame on one person.

"Can't get through?" Xu Shuai asked softly.

For Xu Shuai and Ye Ziming, the word "parents" was too distant.

They had even forgotten what their parents looked like.

As for the so-called fatherly and motherly love, they have never felt it since they can remember.

It was the mess left by their parents that triggered a series of reactions that left a deep impression on them.

Yang Kexin nodded, turned her back, not wanting Xu Shuai to see her flustered state of mind.

"Do you need our help?" Xu Shuai, who was about to give up, was stopped by Ye Ziming's hand on his lower back. Helpless, he continued to soothe him: "Otherwise, you hit your dad, and we'll help you hit your mom."

"Uh..." Seemingly realizing the inappropriateness of his words, Xu Shuai quickly added, "That's not what I meant. What I meant was that we could help each other make another call."

A crying girl is the hardest to comfort. Xu Shuai turned around and glared at Ye Ziming.

The latter shrank back sheepishly, gave a sheepish smile, quickly took out his phone, opened the dial pad, and tried to salvage his image through his actions.

Yang Kexin waved her hand, her tone slightly tired: "Forget it, they're both abroad, so it doesn't make much difference whether one person fights or two people fight."

Trouble always comes one after another, without giving anyone any preparation, striking without warning, piling up and always trying to crush you in one go.

All these actions seemed to be forcing Yang Kexin to adapt quickly.

Upon hearing "overseas," Ye Ziming gave an awkward smile. International calls? He didn't even know how to dial that.

But Ye Ziming, who always wanted to mend things after the fact, keenly caught a person's voice through his memories.

That was Yang Kexin's assistant, someone who could influence her emotional state.

"Hey! Kexin, why don't you send a message to ask where your assistant is, have her send her location, then hide well and wait for us to come pick her up."

.......

Huadu City Grand Hotel, Room 6006.

Fang Lan used the sofa and table to forcefully block the banging door, then lay on the large white soft bed, covering her head with the blanket, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She vowed never to let curiosity get the better of her again.

Not long ago, she witnessed a man fall from the third floor, suffering comminuted fractures in both legs. He was coughing up blood and using his hands to support himself as he dragged himself toward the people who came to his rescue.

The sharp sound and bloody scene were etched into her mind after just one glance, and would flash back to her mind at any moment.

Green Bubble message: Xu Shuai: Have you prepared what I asked for? I'm at the freight truck.

Is it even possible to do this? Can't you think of any other way or use any means to leave the city?

Damn it, where are you? You're trying to fool me. At midnight, I'll make you pay a heavy price.

The news abruptly stopped. Fang Lan blacklisted the person. Knowing that there was no hope of leaving the city, she booked a suite, thinking she would get a good night's sleep and leave early the next morning.

To her surprise, as midnight approached, the reply she had been waiting for remained unanswered.

Then she received an incredibly shocking text message, followed by countless others.

Then, bloody scenes and shrill, pitiful screams unfolded throughout Huadu City.

"Kexin, reply to my message," Fang Lan murmured to herself, "What should I do? I don't want to die..."

At that moment, the phone screen lit up. Sensing something, Fang Lan stood up and grabbed the phone, which was flashing rapidly.

A series of missed calls in red were all from Yang Kexin.

With the ringer and vibration off, she was so shivering that she forgot to keep an eye on things.

Fang Lan's breathing quickened, and she suddenly sprang up from the bed, leaving two oval marks on the large, soft bed, which were now slowly bouncing back.

The video call invitation from Green Bubble showed the sender as Yang Kexin.

Fang Lan quickly answered the invitation, took her phone, and hurried to the window, squatting down under the curtains.

She covered her mouth, letting out a tiny whisper, her voice a mixture of anticipation and suppressed joy: "Kexin, you..."

"Fang Lan, where are you? Send me your location, then hide well and protect yourself. I'll come pick you up."

Fang Lan had just opened her mouth when, looking at the scene on the screen, her pupils dilated dramatically, and her heart felt as if a thousand galloping horses were running through it.

Good heavens, what did she see? Was she seeing things? Yang Kexin's villa, with the trees on both sides as a backdrop, seemed to be undulating up and down as if they were alive.

That fleeting, automatically receding scene, like a comic strip, is, if I'm not mistaken, a unique visual phenomenon produced by an object moving at high speed.

But how could the villa move? And judging from its height, it seems to be flying at low altitude.

This world is still too surreal; this scene is even more shocking than the text message I received three minutes ago.

Yang Kexin reached out and waved her hand in front of the phone's front camera. Looking at Fang Lan, who was staring in disbelief and motionless on the screen, she mistakenly thought that the signal was unstable and the connection was lagging.

She pursed her lips, looking dejected, and said, "The signal is unstable, and the video call quality is terrible. However, judging from the background, she should be trapped in a hotel and safe for now..."

"Let me see!" Xu Shuai took the phone and brought the screen close to his face, needing to carefully observe the background scene: "Why is it so white?"