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

"Don't rush, let me answer this question first."

Ye Ziming stood upright, his left hand under his right elbow, rubbing his chin, looking deep in thought.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment as Xu Shuai glanced at the eager Yang Kexin.

"You think that zombies at night undergo some kind of mysterious change, just like the zombies you two dealt with before. They were clearly dead, but they would come back to life after a short time."

The authorities had anticipated this phenomenon, so they weren't truly worried about anyone risking driving at night. Their statement was merely a preemptive disclaimer.

Yang Kexin spoke calmly, pouring out all her guesses.

She was indeed a reincarnated person, but in her previous life, she never killed any zombies until her death, let alone observed them up close.

In her only act of resistance, she fought with all her might, but was still infected by a zombie that could climb high walls.

Most importantly, Yang Kexin clearly remembered that the doomsday text message was sent at 6 PM today.

Could it be that his rebirth caused a butterfly effect?

Yang Kexin decided to keep the secret of the reborn person deep in her heart.

But regarding the zombies that can climb walls, she was determined to find an opportunity to subtly guide Xu Shuai to be on guard.

After observing him for a period of time, she found that although Xu Shuai was a college student and not very old, his words and actions revealed a maturity far beyond that of his peers.

Whether it's how they conduct themselves or how they handle unexpected situations, they can cope with them calmly and effectively.

Ye Ziming pouted, somewhat unconvinced, and said, "That's right, that's what I think too."

"Old Xu, I can't speak for anything else, but just look at the power I use to smash zombies, oh my, I really put all my strength into every single blow."

The three reached a consensus, and Xu Shuai nodded in agreement, then offered a new perspective: "So, perhaps we were wrong from the very beginning."

"Why?" Yang Kexin asked, puzzled.

"It's all because we're too strong!"

Ah, so self-praising, huh? Although it was a statement of fact, Yang Kexin tightened her lips, nodded fiercely, and signaled Xu Shuai to continue.

"Based on information released by the authorities, one possibility is that zombies that have died once will become even stronger after being resurrected."

"This can actually be gleaned from the content of the text message."

As he spoke, Xu Shuai pointed to a passage in the apocalyptic text message: "Look, these two non-essential situations are: first, we should not engage in close combat with zombies; second, we should not retaliate excessively."

Xu Shuai spoke calmly, analyzing his views with composure.

Weapon access has been granted, but the message is being subtly and overtly directed at the public: don't focus too much on the zombies, prioritize your own safety.

As Xu Shuai meticulously and logically analyzed the situation, a terrifying truth gradually surfaced in the minds of the three.

"Old Xu, do you think this rescue operation, scheduled for two weeks from now, is reliable?"

Ye Ziming discovered that if he wanted to use his brain, following Xu Shuai's line of thought was undoubtedly the simplest, clearest, and most direct way to get to the heart of the matter.

He's not good at thinking, and reading comprehension isn't his strong suit, so he might as well settle for second best and focus on demonstrating his martial prowess in the future.

"Kexin, what do you think?" Xu Shuai didn't answer, but instead threw the question to Yang Kexin, who was nodding repeatedly.

"Given the uncertainty of the outbreak, I personally believe that these rescue efforts have little hope..." Yang Kexin shook her head.

In her previous life, she barely survived for more than half a month, almost starving to death, and never saw any news about the so-called rescue team.

Even the authenticity of the doomsday shelter, located 300 kilometers away, was a big question mark in Yang Kexin's mind.

She was worried about how to subtly persuade Xu Shuai that the rescue team's information was unreliable.

As it turned out, they figured out the problem themselves.

Who understands this feeling of perfect teamwork?

Yang Kexin suppressed her inner joy, her hand, hidden on the inside of her right thigh, was now pinching her skin hard.

She was afraid that she might accidentally let her inner joy cloud her judgment and burst out laughing.

Serious, serious... We're discussing something, I need to stay calm.

"That's right. I think that instead of leaving our fate to the uncertain rescue, we should try our best to take our destiny into our own hands."

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Xu Shuai roared inwardly. "It wasn't easy! I finally got the topic on the right track!"

"Old Xu, what do you mean...?" Watching the two of them singing in unison, Ye Ziming felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, as if he were being fitted with an iron plow.

Xu Shuai straightened his back, straightened his clothes, and said with righteous indignation, "Since collecting metal can expand the flying house's territory and replenish flight time,..."

My suggestion is that instead of rushing to the shelter, we should take advantage of the rush to flee the city and head in the opposite direction.

Yang Kexin thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up with realization.

No wonder Xu Shuai neither refused nor rushed to agree when asked to go to rescue his assistant immediately; it turns out he had this in mind.

"I agree. The city has abundant resources, and while we are expanding our territory, we can also stockpile a large amount of daily necessities." Yang Kexin nodded vigorously.

With an extremely appreciative gaze, she looked Xu Shuai up and down, as if trying to deeply imprint this increasingly charming face in her mind.

"Alright then, I don't have any objections."

Since you two have agreed so tacitly, what else can I say? Ye Ziming, who didn't have any big ideas to begin with, abruptly extinguished the thought of going to the shelter.

"Alright, everyone get some rest. We'll start tomorrow. There are three piles of medicine; the workload won't be light."

"Um."

As the small meeting came to a successful conclusion and the future development path was established, the three thanked each other. It was already three in the morning, and they were all a little sleepy.

But Yang Kexin and Ye Ziming, having just stood up and taken a step, suddenly came to their senses and turned around at the same time...

Two scrutinizing gazes watched silently. Xu Shuai scratched his head: "We're not rabbits, we have to start by eating the grass near our burrows. Besides, don't you want to see what kind of changes the zombies will undergo after their second resurrection?"

Yang Kexin frowned and shook her head repeatedly; she didn't want to look at those ugly zombies.

"Old Xu, you're really not joking?"

The thought of those ugly zombies that had come back from the dead made Ye Ziming feel itchy all over. It wasn't that he was afraid, but he just felt uncomfortable looking at them.

I have an urge to take a knife and ruthlessly slice off their protruding, irregularly sized tentacles.

After the flying house was activated, Xu Shuai's confidence soared. There was no reason for him to give up medicine that was so readily available.

Even standing on the ground in a desperate situation, you can still wipe out this horde of zombies.

Now that we're in a superior position, let's get closer and observe. If we can't win, we can just drive our flying house away.

"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Five meters high, do you think those zombies can jump up?"