Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

Following the original owner's memories, Yu Anyan bypassed the zombie bodies and heads on the ground and found a relatively hidden entrance to the storage room. After entering the storage room and closing the door, she sat on the ground and slowly exhaled. The first stage was a success.

Half a minute later, Yu Anyan took out a small flashlight, held it between her knees, and then took out the small box. She pricked her little finger with the needle on the spool, squeezed out a bead of blood, and pressed it onto the small bead.

After a while, Yu Anyan felt like she was about to become anemic from being drained of blood, and finally re-established a connection with the space. The bead was still the same bead, only it had turned slightly red.

She closed the box and tried to store things using the space inside the box; it worked perfectly without any obstruction.

I ate a compressed biscuit to fill my stomach first.

Yu Anyan showed the first smile in this world. Then, she took the small box and cleaned up the small storage room. Don't be fooled by the small size of the bead; the space inside was quite large, about the size of two football fields, and about five meters high. Time was frozen, so the items that were put in were exactly the same as when they were taken out. After the items in the storage room went in, they pitifully occupied only a very small corner.

Unfortunately, living things cannot enter, not even myself, and there is no spiritual spring, so vegetables cannot be grown.

Yu Anyan gently patted her face. "Don't be greedy. This is already a very precious treasure."

After leaving the storage room, she went upstairs to the room, opened the wardrobe, and found that, given the owners' hobbies, half of their clothes were outdoor gear such as windbreakers.

She dared not take too much, because Zhang Qiang and his men had searched this place today, and if they found she was missing tomorrow, they might come back to check. If too many things were missing, people would suspect she had a spatial ability. She would have to stay here for three more days, because it would rain for three days starting tomorrow, and she couldn't leave for the time being. Without the speculation about her having a spatial ability, those people wouldn't seriously search for her.

After some picking and choosing, I picked out the dark-colored clothes from the bottom of the wardrobe, regardless of whether they were men's or women's, and put them into my storage space. Then I looked around the other rooms and took out some of the things I needed and put them into my storage space.

Downstairs, she went into the bathroom, grabbed a basin, and filled it halfway with water. Although the water supply hadn't stopped, it was no longer safe to drink. She took off her casual clothes, soaked them in the basin, and carefully turned the zombie's body over while wearing rubber gloves. She used the wet clothes to wipe away the still-dry, foul-smelling blood beneath the zombie, put the wet clothes into a plastic bag, and stored them in her storage space. She then turned the zombie back to its original position, poured out the water, and carefully dried the basin with paper towels. After relieving herself in the bathroom, she wiped the flushed toilet, checked the floor, and, to make sure everything was alright, left the villa through the back door.

There is a well near the corner of the wall. This family used to use a water pump to draw groundwater, but later abandoned it. There is no water at the bottom of this kind of well, and it is well maintained. The temperature inside is lower than that on the ground. Before refrigerators were common, fruits and vegetables would be placed inside to slow down the spoilage. The original owner was curious and went down to see it. The space inside is very large. Most importantly, the well opening is small, so it is difficult to see the situation inside without going down.

Yu Anyan opened the somewhat worn but intact well cover, waited a while, then climbed down the ladder embedded in the wall. She found a corner spot, haphazardly leaned the wooden planks she had taken from the storage room against the wall to create a small space for herself. After crawling into the small space, she first took out her clothes, which were soaked in the blood of the zombies, and hung them inside the wooden planks, right in front of her, to dry and cover up her own smell. Then, she took out a moisture-proof mat, laid it out, and sat on it.

Next was the last important event of the evening. She took out a small knife, disinfected it briefly with alcohol, gritted her teeth, and made a cut on the palm of her left hand. Then she pulled up the skin and yanked it hard, inserting a bead the size of a grain of rice under the skin. She then pressed the skin back onto the flesh, cleaned up the blood, applied some wound medicine, secured it with medical tape, and wrapped it with gauze to stop the bleeding.

After doing all this, I put the blood-collecting pad that I had placed on the ground into my spatial storage, through the gauze and skin. Success!

Yu Anyan loosened her clenched teeth. The pain in her palms was excruciating, and she was covered in sweat.

Isn't it just a faint glow in the palm when using superpowers? She has that too.

The palm of her hand is not really suitable for stuffing beads in, as the muscles are too active, but there is no other way. She is betting that the overall physical fitness of humans in the post-apocalyptic world will improve, especially that of people with superpowers. According to the original owner's progress, she should awaken her water-based superpowers tomorrow.

Looking at her watch, it was already past four o'clock, and dawn was approaching. Yu Anyan took out her sleeping bag and crawled inside, ready to get some rest.

In this world, in this situation, it was impossible for her to sleep soundly. She was startled awake when she heard faint voices outside. She took out her small flashlight and glanced at her watch. It was 8:30 in the morning. The sounds outside were not very clear. Yu Anyan sat up gently and rolled up the moisture-proof cotton and thermal blanket around herself to minimize her surroundings.

Outside, Mo Ru hadn't slept well last night. Besides the usual reasons like hunger and threats from the new group, she also felt a sense of loss. She finally made it to morning, and after Zhang Qiang came out of the next room, she rushed to find Yu Anyan. But no matter how much she knocked, no one answered. She had someone force the door open and found that Yu Anyan had run away.

"Is she out of her mind? It's so dangerous outside, why would she go out at night to feed zombies?" the female student who had been coaxed into bed by Zhang Qiang last night said sarcastically.

Mo Ru had no time to listen to her sarcastic remarks. She rushed into the dressing room and opened the cabinets one by one to check them.

The female student followed him in: "She can still hide in the closet?"

Mo Ru didn't speak. She knew that people wouldn't hide here. She herself didn't know what she was looking for. She always felt that as long as she saw something, she would know what she was looking for.

Before the apocalypse, Zhang Qiang's group were mostly ordinary people. Last night, they had already indulged in the designer clothes and jewelry belonging to Yu Anyan's parents. Today, seeing even more exquisite items in this dressing room, they naturally couldn't resist coming in to try them on.

"Don't touch it, is it yours?" Mo Ru, a bit hot-tempered, snatched a jewelry box.

The middle-aged woman carrying the box was Zhang Qiang's relative. She arrogantly slapped Zhang Qiang across the face, snatched the jewelry box back, and muttered, "What time is it? Do you think you're some kind of precious person? You don't even have any special abilities, yet you dare to try and take things from me?"