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

She put her mask back on, took out her scythe, and slashed at the zombie's neck with her right hand. Zero-level zombies that hadn't produced a crystal core were doomed once their heads were cut off. Once a zombie produced a crystal core, the severed head might still open its mouth and bite someone one last time. Although the chance was slim, many people died from this final blow.

The scythe wasn't very effective at headshots. The first strike wasn't strong enough, and the zombie's head tilted to the side, but it still tried to lunge forward with its claws outstretched. It wasn't until the second strike that it was finally finished off.

Yu Anyan bent over and silently gagged. The smell of pus and blood from the freshly chopped zombie was the strongest, rushing straight into her nostrils. In addition, no matter how much psychological suggestion she gave herself, she had killed a humanoid creature, so some physiological reactions were normal.

About two minutes later, Yu Anyan stood up and put the supermarket goods, along with the shelves, into her spatial storage.

When she left, she still went out through the warehouse door, circled around to the front of the supermarket, and went to a villa diagonally opposite. In the previous life when the original owner followed Zhang Qiang's team, as a space ability user in name only, she had helped clean up this villa area with a relatively low occupancy rate. The owner of this villa was a fan of cold weapons. He hardly ever lived in the villa after buying it, and only displayed a lot of cold weapons in the basement, such as machetes, Tang swords, longswords, daggers, bows and arrows, crossbows, whetstones, etc., all of which were unsharpened.

The original owner couldn't sharpen blades, but the current owner can. When she was on a mission in the previous world, she knew that the direction she was assigned was different from the original owner's needs. Fearing that she wouldn't get enough points, she treated that world as a place for learning and further education. Especially during the ten years from sixty to seventy years old, she learned a wide variety of things, such as making firecrackers, wilderness survival, disassembling firearms, and so on.

She packed up her things with practiced ease and went outside. She continued walking in one direction. The south gate of the villa area was the main entrance for the residents. A few minutes' drive away was a densely populated high-rise residential area. Yu Anyan was heading towards the north gate of the villa area. About fifteen minutes' drive away was a closed farmhouse. There were no tall trees nearby, so even if the plants mutated, it shouldn't be too dangerous in the short term.

She planned to survive there for three months. The person who commissioned her only task was to live for three months. She planned to kill herself after three months. She didn't want to live too long in this extremely dangerous world where there was no food or water, the order was collapsing, and the strong were respected. Her body didn't have strong superpowers, she had no family, and she was good-looking, which doubled the danger. She even had to sleep with one eye open. Just thinking about it was terrifying.

She didn't touch any of the zombies in the villa area, except for the one in the supermarket. She successfully blended in with the level zero zombies by wearing clothes that smelled like zombies.

After leaving the villa area, she took out her quietest mountain bike from her storage space and headed straight for the designated direction. This road was almost deserted, with only a few zombies occasionally wandering by. Before she could even react and decide whether the zombies speeding past were her own kind or food, Yu Anyan had already ridden her bike far away.

At five o'clock in the morning, as dawn broke, Yu Anyan arrived at her destination, put away her bicycle, and climbed over the wall of the farmhouse. She deliberately made a little noise and waited for a while. The three-story building remained quiet. Yu Anyan approached the first-floor door, looked at the door locked with an iron chain, thought for a moment, and went around to the back. This kind of building usually has a back door, and she felt that it was better to leave the front door facing the street as it was.

Sure enough, the lock on the back door was smaller than the lock on the front door, and there was no chain. It was easily broken with a hammer. After opening the back door and going inside, Yu Anyan stood by the door for more than ten minutes before walking in. The light was not good at this time, so she did not go too far. She passed by the kitchen near the door and entered the small room near the kitchen. This was probably a temporary rest room or something. There was an old table and a few old chairs scattered messily in the room.

Yu Anyan stepped out and skillfully placed several boards on the steps outside the back door, with a small glass cup on top. If anyone touched a board, the cup would fall onto the cement steps, enough to attract her attention.

After finishing, I used a board to prop up the back door from the inside before returning to the small room. I simply took out a thermal blanket to use as a bedding, ate a piece of bread I got from the supermarket, and lay down on the table to rest for a while.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Yu Anyan shook her slightly dizzy head and sat up from the table. In this kind of environment, it was difficult for her to fall into a deep sleep. She drank a couple of sips of water to wake herself up, took out a whetstone, and chose the most handy machete to start sharpening.

Half an hour later, Yu Anyan took the sharpened machete and began to inspect the three-story farmhouse. Before the owner closed the door, he moved everything inside very clean. Apart from some worthless junk, there was almost nothing left. After inspecting the interior, Yu Anyan went out through the back door and walked around the original planting area.

This agritainment business has been closed for more than a year. The planting area is almost entirely overgrown with weeds. Yu Anyan carefully identified the plants among the weeds. The apocalypse in this world occurred in late spring and early summer. Her city is located in the north, and the plants have not yet flowered or borne fruit. She can only identify plants by their seedlings. Since her space is quite empty, she might as well put some vegetable seedlings into her space, just in case they come in handy.

There was a small flowering tree nearby, less than two meters tall, growing very lushly. Yu Anyan identified it as a cherry tree, the kind with very small cherries. She took out a shovel and started digging the tree. After digging it out, she wrapped it in soil and put it into her space. She then filled the hole with some soil and grass.

After doing all that, she returned to the small room on the first floor, sat on a chair, and looked thoughtfully at the supernatural water droplets on her hand.

While she was digging trees outside, there were a lot of water droplets on the trees. Not wanting the water to fall on her, she subconsciously raised her hand to block it. It seemed that the water floated away in the opposite direction in a way that defied gravity.

Yu Anyan focused intently on the water droplet of supernatural power that had condensed in her hand, trying to make it float. After several attempts, the small water droplet wobbled and floated into the air. Yu Anyan was delighted. It seemed that the water-based supernatural power of this body wasn't so useless after all? In the original owner's memories, when other people released water using their supernatural powers, they could only place the container for collecting the water below their hands. She had never seen anyone's supernatural water float. However, she wasn't sure if those people's water-based powers would become lethal after upgrading, since she hadn't even survived three months of the apocalypse in her longest life.