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

Xu Shuai waved his hand, and the flying house automatically floated up.

He can currently control the flying house with his mind, with a maximum distance of fifty meters between them.

Beyond this interval, the flying house will only maintain the last command he issued before the disconnection.

The two men went over the iron gate and then opened it from the inside out.

After a quick glance around, they found the surroundings to be as quiet as ever. The two circled around and appeared on the side of the villa, which was usually the best viewpoint for each villa.

"Old Xu, you know what, this kind of sneaky thievery is really exciting."

Ye Ziming pressed his face against the floor-to-ceiling window, quickly scanning the interior.

Can you describe it? This is called borrowing... How can a scholar's business be associated with theft?

Since the end of the world is coming anyway, we can talk when you find me.

Xu Shuai coughed and glanced around again after Ye Ziming confirmed that no one was in the room.

"Ye Zi, pay attention to Yang Kexin's hand gesture. I'll make some noise first and see if there are any hidden zombies in the room."

This is a technical job; making too much noise could easily attract the attention of the zombies hiding in the other villas.

If the noise is too small, it might not even alert the zombies in the villa in front of it.

Ye Ziming possesses brute strength, but he lacks the ability to handle such delicate matters.

Xu Shuai raised the baseball bat and slammed the tip against the French windows, making a series of echoes.

Having landed a successful blow, Xu Shuai immediately turned around, hiding in his field of vision, and listened patiently.

The echo faded away, and everything returned to normal; there wasn't a single footstep inside the room.

"Old Xu, isn't this a bit too quiet? How about I take over?" Ye Ziming said, brandishing his two sticks and making a move.

"No, I'll do it. You be on guard."

Xu Shuai paused for a moment, then made a move, but his eyes widened in surprise. Just as the tip of the baseball bat was about to hit the French windows, it was stopped abruptly.

"Old Xu, look up. Is Yang Kexin trying to signal us to act quickly?"

Looking at Yang Kexin gesturing wildly above him, Ye Ziming scratched his head, puzzled.

He didn't understand Yang Kexin's gesture, so he reached back and patted Xu Shuai's shoulder, indicating that Xu Shuai should interpret it.

Seeing that the latter didn't react, Ye Ziming reluctantly turned around, then his expression froze, his pupils contracted slightly, and after muttering for a while, he blurted out: "Damn, Lao Xu, someone's here."

It took a while for the two groups of people inside and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows to come to their senses.

A little girl who has just woken up, with fair and rosy cheeks and her signature chubby apple cheeks.

Standing less than 1.4 meters tall, holding a rabbit doll, wearing overly loose pajamas, and with hair as messy as a bird's nest.

The little girl stood with one hand on her hip, her cheeks puffed out in a huff, her bright black eyes glaring sternly at the two oddly dressed older boys outside the window.

"Who are you two? Why are you causing trouble here? I'm really getting angry."

Seeing that things were not going well, Ye Ziming slipped away and hid in the corner, leaving Xu Shuai alone to face the situation.

"Ahem, well..." Xu Shuai licked his lips. Nothing is more speechless than being caught red-handed. That damned Ye Ziming just betrayed him like that.

Just as he was about to explain, he suddenly saw a woman walking with an unusual gait in the shadows of the room.

She wore a gray apron, her fingers were thin and withered, unlike those of a pampered person. They looked like the hands of a maid. Her face was pale, her expression was stiff, and her mouth twitched from time to time.

Could it be a zombie about to mutate...? Xu Shuai stepped forward, pressed himself against the glass, and said with a serious expression, "There's no time to explain. The person behind you is acting strangely. I advise you to leave this villa immediately, otherwise..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm really going to get angry." The little girl took a step back in fright, tightened her grip on the doll, and then looked back.

Upon seeing who it was, her expression brightened. She glared at Xu Shuai before cheerfully calling out, "Mom, why are you up too?"

"Cough cough cough..." The woman made a low hissing sound, as if she had a mouthful of old phlegm stuck in her mouth.

After a moment's hesitation, she replied in a completely emotionless voice, "Shut up. How many times have I told you, don't call me 'Mom' in front of strangers. It's not good for you."

"She's still alive," Xu Shuai breathed a sigh of relief, then carefully examined the face of the woman who had come forward to look at him.

His pupils were as narrow as needles, and an unnatural reddish tinge surrounded them.

According to Xu Shuai's own observations, the infection rate of zombies is at most one minute.

The woman before him, though still alive, exuded an indescribable eeriness. Xu Shuai sensed something was wrong and turned to leave.

"Who are you two? Why are you here? I'm warning you, whatever your purpose, the master promised me that if you guard this villa for a month, he will buy me an apartment in the city center."

"I warn you, no one can stop me, not a single one."

As she spoke, the woman's tone became increasingly serious. When she became agitated, she spat out a mouthful of phlegm, which splattered onto the glass. The surface of the phlegm was covered with a layer of dark red blood streaks.

"Alright, alright, don't get agitated. We won't disturb you. We'll leave right away."

Xu Shuai quickly reassured them, picked up a baseball bat, and kicked Ye Ziming, who was hiding to the side. The two of them retreated quickly and respectfully.

When Xu Shuai and his companion closed the iron gate, the mother and daughter, who had been hiding inside the villa watching, opened the security door and quietly observed to make sure the two had truly left.

"Ni, go and lock the iron gate," the woman said, taking a chain from the cupboard and handing it to her concerned daughter.

She covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from spitting out phlegm uncontrollably and making a mess of the room.

Seeing that her daughter remained unmoved, she hardened her face, her already pale and stiff expression making her look extremely unsettling: "Mom isn't feeling well, I'm not feeling well anywhere. Listen to me, go quickly."

The little girl reluctantly took the chain, and without even changing her shoes, wearing her pink slippers, she locked the iron gate and wrapped the chain around it again and again.

.......

"Damn, Lao Xu, did you notice just now? That woman was acting a bit strange."

After walking a few dozen meters, Ye Ziming turned around, bumped into Xu Shuai's shoulder, and began to analyze the situation with an air of seriousness.

"I saw it coming a long time ago, you heartless thing..." Xu Shuai rolled his eyes, then quietly turned around, just in time to meet the little girl who was hurriedly reinforcing the chains.

As if by telepathy, the little girl looked over at the same time.

Then, what was initially just a flustered movement now manifested as a flustered expression.

"Hahaha, Lao Xu, Lao Xu, you've finally met your match! Look how scared you've made that young lady."

Ye Ziming squealed like a pig, and seeing Xu Shuai get his comeuppance, he felt extremely smug.

For many years, Xu Shuai has always been able to win over people of all ages with his irresistible face. Looking at him now, it seems there are still quite a few people with strong wills.

As Ye Ziming walked, he noticed something was wrong. The surroundings felt empty, and he felt like something was missing.

He looked back and saw that the flying house that had been floating in the air was gone.