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

Ye Ziming said, "You should have seen it sooner. I have always had a unique eye for talent. Given time, I will definitely become a rising star in the stock market."

"Alas! It's a pity that time waits for no one..." Ye Ziming lamented. He had finally earned hundreds of thousands, but before he could spend a single penny, the end of the world came.

Xu Shuai pushed open the iron gate, and the three of them followed him into the villa courtyard.

Ye Ziming volunteered to lead the two women in a live demonstration of how to loot using the same methods as before.

After demonstrating dozens of times and spending a full three minutes teaching, the two women still looked blank.

Ye Ziming was at a loss, so he called out to Xu Shuai, who was guarding the iron gate, through his headset.

"What's wrong with Yezi? You're a bit slow. Do you still want extra chicken legs for lunch?"

Ye Ziming looked exhausted. In just three minutes, he experienced firsthand what it meant to talk at cross purposes. Exhausted, he said, "Old Xu, it seems I'm not suited for teaching."

"I think I understand biodiversity now. This statement comes from genuine feeling, not from idle talk."

After listening to Ye Ziming's rambling, Xu Shuai stared at the two women with a surprised expression and said, "Don't you understand, or can't you learn it? Is it that difficult?"

Yin Rui's expression relaxed as she saw Xu Shuai arrive, as if she had found a savior: "It's not that I can't learn it, but that the method of searching for points is flawed and unscientific."

"Why make such a big commotion right from the start? Shouldn't they have been careful and conducted a silent search the whole time? Why did they deliberately expose themselves?"

Yin Rui explained clearly, her eyes sparkling with confidence, waiting for Xu Shuai's praise. But instead, she met Xu Shuai's gaze, which looked at her like she was an idiot.

"Are you out of your mind? The houses here are scattered. How can we tell if there are zombies hiding inside if we don't make some noise?"

Must we risk our lives to experience the monster's close-quarters attack, only to be infected and die, and then witness a heart-wrenching scene of fratricide?

Speechless after being rebuked by Xu Shuai, Yin Rui's chest heaved violently.

She tried to find a loophole in the argument, and then she saw Xu Shuai pick up a baseball bat and swing it towards the French windows.

With a bang, Yin Rui trembled in fright, like a startled little rabbit, hopping and skipping to hide in the corner.

Su Mo, who was detached from the situation, stood side by side with Ye Ziming.

The trembling sound rang out twice in a row. Seeing that the situation inside the room was normal, Xu Shuai immediately summoned the flying house.

Two metal collectors disassembled the security door, revealing a pale face.

A emaciated zombie sitting in a wheelchair let out a low growl, its limbs twitching, and a crisp cracking sound emanating from its body.

Su Mo was so startled by the sudden situation that she almost cried out. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and the baseball bat slipped from her hand with a clatter.

She immediately bent down to pick it up and raised the baseball bat to attack the zombie paralyzed in the wheelchair.

"It's just a zombie with crippled limbs, no need to make a fuss," Xu Shuai raised his stick to block Su Mo's attack, and instructed Ye Ziming, "Ye Zi, take the two of them in to scout the environment, and keep an eye out for ropes."

"clear."

Without any hesitation, Ye Ziming raised his baseball bat and poked the wheelchair wheels blocking the doorway.

After creating a two-meter safe distance, they were the first to enter the villa.

Su Mo hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, forced her gaze to the left, and followed suit.

Yin Rui, who wanted to say something more, was glanced at by Xu Shuai, who snorted coldly and walked in with feigned composure.

The three went inside to check everything, while Xu Shuai stayed at the entrance to observe the changes in the zombies.

Judging from his appearance, this must be an elderly person with limited mobility.

Before the disaster struck, he was probably left behind because it was too difficult to move him.

The tire tracks on the doormat, which show repeated rolling and crisscrossing, serve as evidence.

The old man's family must have gone through a very difficult decision before making this choice.

"Xu Shuai, did you find zombies inside the house? I just heard a strange howling sound through my earpiece."

Seeing that the noise from the headphones had subsided, Yang Kexin worried that the other person might not have noticed this detail, so she spoke up to remind them.

"Hmm," Xu Shuai told Yang Kexin what he saw below, and then there was silence in the earphone.

After a moment, Yang Kexin asked, "So what are you planning to do next?"

"This thing can't be killed, killing it will only create new trouble. I've decided to break its limbs, put a mask on it, and lock it up with a rope later."

In Xu Shuai's subconscious, zombies should be killed as soon as they are seen.

However, Xu Shuai began to doubt the reality of the world because of this strange species that could evolve again after being killed once.

If we kill them, we'll have to worry about them evolving again; if we don't kill them, are we just going to let the zombies multiply unchecked?

As he pondered, a bad feeling suddenly popped into Xu Shuai's mind.

Could it be that these unharmed, surviving zombies might undergo new evolution over time?

Just then, Ye Ziming suddenly called out through the earpiece: "Old Xu, come up to the second floor for a second. I've made a new discovery, but I can't make up my mind."

His calm words were tinged with anger and trembling. The only things that could make Ye Ziming speak in this tone were forcing him to watch a horror movie or encountering something that resonated with him.

Upon hearing this, Xu Shuai overturned his wheelchair, pinned the zombie down, and dragged a sofa over to cover it: "Kexin, keep an eye on the door. Yezi, I'll be there soon."

Yang Kexin held the composite bow and nocked an arrow: "Okay, I'll be extra careful. You two be careful."

Upon hearing this, Ye Ziming immediately said, "It's not dangerous, just a minor problem."

Trouble? Xu Shuai looked puzzled and quickly ran upstairs to the second floor.

"Over here!" Yin Rui waved from the doorway, and Xu Shuai quickly ran over, only to be suddenly greeted by the distinctive roar of a zombie.

Holy crap! Did Ye Ziming get bitten?

Xu Shuai shoved aside Yin Rui, who was clinging to him like a leech, and rushed into the room.

Ye Ziming was seen squatting on the ground, holding a mobile phone in his hand, playing a video in landscape mode.

Su Mo, standing to the side, had red eyes and was holding a piece of soft paper in her hand, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes from time to time.

Following the roar, Xu Shuai looked up and saw a zombie standing on the windowsill, choosing to restrain itself.

It had several iron chains wrapped around its waist, which were connected to the round porcelain pillars on the window sill railing.

His left wrist was handcuffed with a cheap, erotic handcuff, the other end of which was locked to the narrow waist of the windowsill railing.

There is an irregular teeth mark on the belly of the palm, as if it had chosen to imprison itself after confirming the infection.

Aside from the ugly features of its zombie transformation, it retains a clean and tidy short haircut.

The girl had the face of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old, and wore a navy blue short-sleeved shirt. Because it had been washed too frequently, the collar had turned white and faded.

The school uniform logo of "Huadu No. 7 Middle School" was printed on the left chest, and the lower body was wearing an ill-fitting pair of school uniform pants, revealing calves that were four fingers wide.

What's going on? This outfit doesn't seem like something a teenager would wear to live in a villa area.

Ye Ziming, with a grave expression, looked at Xu Shuai, who had a puzzled look on his face, and handed him his phone:

"Old Xu, see for yourself. After reading his own account, you'll understand!"

Xu Shuai took the phone and carefully read the diary left by the boy.