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

"Old Xu, did I go a little too far?"

Ye Ziming, carrying a baseball bat, looked dejected and downcast.

"It's not a big problem," Xu Shuai reassured with a smile, taking a step to the side and scanning his gaze back again, adding casually, "Starting next week, we'll restart special training, and you'll need to dedicate at least one day a week to training."

Upon hearing the word "special training," Ye Ziming frowned, feeling as if he had eaten bee droppings and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

He muttered something, about to explain, vowing to completely change his habit of disobeying orders.

"Shh!" Xu Shuai looked terrified and raised his finger to hiss. A chill ran from his heels to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle.

Wrong, wrong, he guessed everything wrong.

This is outrageous! This isn't the end of the world; it's like they're not even trying to leave anyone alive.

He had previously thought zombies were weak, but now he saw they were ridiculously strong, like cockroaches that were impossible to kill.

Er Gou, who should have been lying there dead and unrecognizable, suddenly sat up.

Clusters of green fungi sprouted from the wound, spreading outwards like nerve tentacles, rapidly growing and eventually enveloping the entire head, so tightly that it resembled wearing a green stocking.

"Old Xu, why do you look like you've seen a ghost? What did you see that made you so scared?"

Ye Ziming grinned and poked Xu Shuai's chest, who was still in a daze.

This is big news! Xu Shuai, who is usually known for his composure, actually showed such an uncharacteristic expression. He had to secretly take a picture of it.

Before that, he had to give Xu Shuai a good laugh to avenge Xu Shuai's decision to restart the special training.

That damn strength control training, they practiced it all without making a sound.

Seeing that the other party did not react, Ye Ziming followed Xu Shuai's gaze and slowly turned around.

But soon, his smile froze on his face, and he said tremblingly, "Old Xu, he should at least be considered a human being, right?"

Despite his tall and imposing appearance, Ye Ziming is most afraid of supernatural phenomena.

From childhood to adulthood, he never paid any attention to suspenseful films or TV dramas.

"What do you think?" Xu Shuai, snapping out of his daze, replied irritably.

Normally, the weak point of a zombie is its head.

A headshot is always fatal, that's common sense. Could it be that the central nervous system wasn't pierced?

Just then, several younger men returned, ready to load the goods back onto the truck.

Suddenly seeing Er Gou, who had been declared dead, come back to life, his face lit up with joy, and he shouted loudly, "Feng Yuan, Feng Yuan, look! Er Gou is awake!"

The shout shattered the tranquil atmosphere, like a bowl of cold water suddenly poured over boiling water, causing the atmosphere to freeze briefly.

Feng Yuan, who was slumped on the ground admiring his own beauty, suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a scarlet light.

It looked in the direction of the sound, and when it saw the scene before it, it let out a low growl.

Enveloped in green mycelium, Er Gou heard the sound, staggered to his feet, and swayed as if he were unfamiliar with his body.

Two dark figures rapidly approached the crowd.

Although both are zombies, upon closer inspection, the zombified Er Gou, apart from being slower to start, is much stronger than the zombified Feng Yuan in terms of reaction speed and running speed.

The only odd thing is that Er Gou, who has turned into a zombie, runs very fast, but he always stops from time to time.

It tilted its head, as if listening intently, and stood directly in front of Feng Yuan's path several times, motionless, as if determined to stage an accident.

"No, no, their faces look strange, run!"

"Ergou, it's me, Ding Qi! Don't bite me!"

By the time the crowd could see the two people clearly and tried to run away, it was too late.

Like tigers among sheep, the two zombies wreaked havoc among the crowd.

Terrified, the group was completely blank-minded, with only one thought in their minds: to run. They had no intention of resisting or fighting back.

Only when the gaping maw bit into him did he, fueled by adrenaline, raise his fist and feign a counterattack.

Screams pierced the night sky.

.......

On the other side, seeing the zombies move away, Xu Shuai opened the car door, grabbed Ye Ziming who was in a daze, and pulled him hard.

"Ye Zi, stop looking and get in the car!"

Curled up on the soft chair, Yang Kexin looked up in fear.

Upon seeing that it was Xu Shuai and his companion, she breathed a sigh of relief, pulled up her collar, and felt a cold sweat break out on her back.

The apocalypse unfolded too quickly, exceeding her expectations, leaving Yang Kexin with no choice but to place her hopes for survival on Xu Shuai.

The pitiful screams echoed in their ears, and the three people hiding in the car fell silent.

Two expectant gazes converged on Xu Shuai.

Xu Shuai slammed his fist on his forehead; under the intense pressure, his breathing became somewhat disordered.

He was in a dangerous situation, in an extremely dangerous place, and he had to force himself to quickly regain his composure:

"Ye Zi, go drive the car. Forget about the supplies for now. Let's find a safe place first."

"Okay!" Ye Ziming squeezed his body and painstakingly crawled into the driver's seat through the gap between the two seats.

Xu Shuai leaned back in the soft chair, rubbing his aching temples, and began to search his memory, hoping to find similar zombie characteristics from the novels and movies he had read.

We were careless. This zombie's infection conversion rate was too fast, its movements were agile, and its vitality was extremely tenacious. It was practically without any weaknesses.

"Calm down, calm down. Zombies can't be that perfect. There must be some details that I've overlooked."

Xu Shuai pondered hard, and suddenly this sentence popped into his mind.

Infected individuals are exceptionally resilient; conventional headshots will only temporarily incapacitate them. Do not linger in their environment.

This was the first apocalyptic short video he saw when he returned from his part-time job.

After some recollection, Xu Shuai realized that the zombies he was seeing were extremely similar to the infected people described by the video blogger who claimed to be a reborn person.

He quickly took out his phone, turned off the volume, and opened a short video.

We are all living life to the fullest...

The opening video was a shot taken from a high vantage point, showing people running down the street.

He had only watched for two seconds when the screen went black, and a message appeared at the bottom of the screen indicating that the video content had been lost.

Xu Shuai's face darkened, and a bad feeling began to form in his mind.

He opened the search bar, hoping to find related topics about reborn bloggers, or even some related video clips.

Searching for "apocalypse" shows that the latest video was uploaded a year ago.

Searching for "rebirth" reveals that videos related to this topic were uploaded a year ago.

The situation clearly took an unexpected turn, and the relevant authorities were determined to ban the video. Xu Shuai frowned, feeling a sense of disappointment at this approach.

Xu Shuai was furious that they were still trying to hide things and block the news.

The reversing warning sounded, and the henchmen who were still breathing scattered. When they saw what was happening, their eyes lit up, and they mustered their last breath and rushed toward the van that was turning around.

With red-rimmed eyes and anxious expressions, the three men caught up with the van and, without saying a word, forcefully pulled on the door handle.

Seeing that the car door was tightly closed and they couldn't open it by force, they cried out, "Open the door! Open the door! Please!"

"Help us! Open the door and help us!"