The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Looking at the little tyrant's expression, which seemed to have suffered a great injustice, Haoziweizhi felt a pang of sadness.

I just found it funny.

I casually ruffled its head.

Smooth down the tuft of red hair standing up on its head.

She didn't linger and turned to walk into the bedroom.

I opened the dark wood wardrobe door.

The cabinet door hinges made a dry, scraping sound as she pulled out a gray tracksuit and changed into it.

She quickly crumpled up the clothes she was wearing while cleaning.

I tossed it into a brand new double-layered black plastic bag.

Grasp the handles along the edges of the plastic bag firmly with both hands.

Tie a knot across the crosses.

Then I played another one.

It was wrapped around the bag four times until the opening of the plastic bag was tightly constricted.

She threw the package into the spare trash can in the corner.

Slam the lid on tight.

After doing all this, she leaned against the cold wall.

The previously taut neck and shoulder muscles gradually slumped down.

This tiny place, and this kind of thing happened.

She really wanted to take her things and move out immediately, to find a new place to stay.

But is the newly found house absolutely safe?

Compared to a completely unfamiliar place.

At least every single tile in this room had just been wiped clean inch by inch with disinfectant.

Instead of gambling on outside luck, it's better to stay in this area where all potential dangers have been eliminated.

Moving to a different house doesn't necessarily mean it's safer than here.

She walked back to the sofa in the living room, sat down, picked up her phone from the stand, and flipped the screen back to face up.

The live stream chat was scrolling by hundreds of messages per second.

Her cleaning and outfit-changing routine has sparked a huge uproar among hundreds of thousands of viewers.

[Isn't this a bit much? Just throwing away perfectly good clothes?]

[This is clearly a case of severe paranoia, acting like the air is full of viruses.]

[Are the trolls out of their minds? It's a zombie virus, dude! Is it illegal to be careful?]

[Exactly, you only have one life. If she gets infected, would you die in her place?]

[That streamer from yesterday, in his quest for views, touched a zombie's flesh with his bare hands, then started convulsing on camera and ended up turning into a zombie!]

I also think this process is a bit cumbersome, but thinking about it carefully, if it were me, I'd probably be even more cautious than her.

[I've learned something; this is the correct way to survive the apocalypse, leaving no room for hidden dangers.]

Mouse Tail Juice neither confirmed nor denied these arguments.

She simply made the safety judgment that was most advantageous to herself.

My gaze swept quickly across the screen.

Amidst the arguing, a striking comment with a gold border popped up.

Stop arguing about this useless stuff! Go check out the new announcement for Wasteland Era!

[Another new announcement?]

This was followed by dozens of similar posts flooding the screen.

[I just got back from watching it. The official Wasteland Era website says that if pets eat a lot of high-energy food, they might mutate and evolve!]

Evolution can directly break through the current rank, but the probability is not very high.

These few lines of text quickly magnified in her field of vision.

Mutations.

evolution.

Break through the rank.

The mouse tail juice's brain began to process information at lightning speed.

Then I quickly took out my phone and went to the official website of Wasteland Era to take a look.

Then she looked down at the little tyrant who was pecking at the wooden floor.

"The official announcement for Wasteland Era states that if pets eat more high-energy food, they may mutate and evolve, leading to a breakthrough in their rank."

Are zombies considered high-energy food?

She faced the camera and asked the question clearly.

The sentiment in the comment section changed instantly.

Having watched several streamers' livestreams, I'm the most qualified to speak on this. Even the top streamers believe that zombie meat, being a high-energy food, has the potential to cause mutations and evolution in pets.

[Hey streamer, you should try it too! I'm really curious what the Little Tyrant will look like after it mutates and evolves.]

[Upstairs, please don't mislead others. What you said is just speculation from those streamers; after all, no one has ever actually evolved a pet.]

[This is utter nonsense. The pet system and withdrawal function have only just been released, and not many people have even managed to get a pet yet. In such a short time, who could possibly evolve a pet?]

[Exactly, and the official announcement for Wasteland Era stated that the chance of breaking through to evolution is very low unless there is high-energy food. Zombies are only on the pet's food list, so they don't count as high-energy food.]

[Perhaps you'll need monster food of elite level or higher, since in "Wasteland Era," zombies are merely servant-level monsters.]

In terms of strength, real-world zombies are truly inferior to the zombie monsters in "Wasteland Era." They probably need the zombie toxins to ferment in their bodies for a while longer.

Mouse Tail Juice quietly observed the analysis from the viewers.

Various inferences clashed wildly on the screen.

She already had a rough idea in her mind.

The current situation is very clear.

Everyone is making guesses based on the setting of Wasteland Era.

No one has ever verified this in reality.

But she happened to have some zombie remains in her hands.

Thinking about this...

Mouse Tail Juice suddenly stood up from the sofa and strode towards the kitchen.

She never dreamed that she would actually take this thing out again.

Cut the knot on the plastic bag with scissors.

The grayish-white severed hand lay quietly at the bottom.

The blood at the cut had completely congealed into a dark brown hard lump.

She took the long stainless steel tongs used for grilling and clamped them tightly on the middle finger of the severed hand.

They took it out and threw it into the red plastic basin.

Then he carried the plastic basin back to the living room.

The little tyrant, who had been idly preening his feathers, suddenly stopped moving.

Its round little eyes stared intently at the plastic basin.

"If you want to eat, feel free to eat, don't be shy."

Little Tyrant glanced at Mouse Tail Juice with a strange look, then made no hesitation.

Two short legs moved quickly across the wooden floor.

Rush directly to the edge of the basin.

The sharp beak of the bird struck the back of the severed hand hard.

"Click."

The crisp sound of bones breaking was particularly clear in the quiet living room.

This was followed by a series of rapid tearing sounds.

In less than half a minute.

It completely disintegrated the grayish-white severed hand and swallowed it.

Not a single bone fragment was left.

The bottom of the plastic basin was clean.

But looking at the mess on the ground, Mouse Tail Juice's lips twitched violently: "..."

"Looks like I'll have to prepare a special place for you to eat from now on."

She never expected that this guy would not only have no table manners, but also eat so poorly.

I promptly carried it into the toilet and washed it again.

Bullet comments:

[Haha, I can't take it anymore, I've really laughed it off. How can a person have so much work to do?]

[Rat tail juice: It's impossible to wash it all off, it's just impossible to wash it all off...]

[Host, my family needs a pet. Why don't you come and join us? I really think you'd be perfect.]

[Does nobody feel sorry for the streamer? I'm so heartbroken, I could cry.]

[A case of a germaphobe encountering a messy pet.]

No wonder they became master and servant; they were a match made in heaven!

Soon, the mouse tail juice had cleaned the floor again.

This time, she was really exhausted.