Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

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Deep blue ice crystals spread rapidly from Song Qing's arm.

In the blink of an eye, the struggling second-tier zombie was quickly covered from head to toe by a thick layer of dark blue ice.

In an instant, an ice sculpture appeared in front of everyone.

Song Qing applied slight pressure with her palm.

咔

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

The zombie's head, frozen into an ice block, exploded instantly.

[Defeat 1 Tier 2 Zombie, gain 30 points]

Current points: 155

Song Qing's mind raced.

Binge eating!

[Bingeing successful!]

【Spirit +3】

All of this happened silently, and no one except Song Qing noticed anything unusual.

The shock on Jiang Chang's face had completely turned into horror.

He stared intently at Song Qing, his body even trembling slightly.

He recruited Song Qing into his group simply because he saw that Song Qing dared to roam around the East District alone, and he thought that Song Qing must be a superhuman. He wanted to use Song Qing as a new free labor force, a tool that could be discarded at any time.

In his eyes, everyone except himself was a pawn to be used.

He didn't take Song Qing seriously at all.

So what if he's a superhuman? Could he possibly have a more powerful werewolf ability than him?

He was nothing more than cannon fodder to deal with the zombies for him.

But to his utter surprise, this person was actually an elemental ability user!

A few days ago, he saw a post online saying that every elemental ability user was a terrifying existence.

He always thought it was all nonsense.

until today.

ice……

This person can actually control ice!

This person is not a tool! He is an uncontrollable monster!

An uncontrollable surge of anger and fear welled up from the depths of Jiang Chang's heart.

He absolutely cannot let this person into his paradise!

That church was a kingdom he had finally managed to control; he was the true king there!

Once this man named Song Qing goes inside, everything he currently possesses—power, status—will be taken away by this monster!

No! Absolutely not!

But... how should I refuse him?

Should we immediately turn against each other?

Jiang Chang glanced at the headless ice sculpture on the ground and instantly dismissed the foolish idea.

He was extremely selfish and power-hungry, but he was even more afraid of death.

the other side.

Sun Qing came to her senses and looked at Song Qing, her bright blue eyes filled with gratitude.

She said.

"Thank you."

Song Qing simply shook her head, indicating that she was fine.

save her?

It was just a coincidence.

This second-tier zombie walked right into his mouth; how could he possibly refuse such easy prey like points and skill points delivered to his doorstep?

If it weren't for this small profit, he wouldn't even bother to move.

He turned his head and calmly looked at Jiang Chang, whose expression was constantly changing.

Jiang Chang felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze and quickly forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Brother Song... you're truly a hidden master, hahaha..."

Song Qing did not speak.

Seeing that Song Qing remained silent, Jiang Chang forced a smile. He quickly turned around and said, "The zombies are all cleared out, what are you all standing around for! Go and collect supplies."

The henchmen nodded and rushed into the grain and oil shop.

Soon after, the group of henchmen returned carrying rice and cooking oil and got into the car.

Song Qing followed them, preparing to head to the so-called church.

The car started again.

Jiang Chang didn't sit in the passenger seat again, but squeezed into another car.

Song Qing still sat in the back row, and Sun Qing still sat next to him.

"Thank you so much just now."

Sun Qing hesitated for a long time before finally speaking softly. Her azure eyes were filled with sincere gratitude.

Song Qing merely glanced at her without responding.

The car drove for another ten minutes or so before stopping.

A grand cathedral came into view.

A makeshift wall had been erected around the church using wrecked cars, barbed wire, and other debris. Several men were standing guard on the wall, armed with weapons.

Jiang Chang walked to Song Qing's car window.

"Brother Song, we've arrived. This is my sanctuary, the East City Cathedral."

Jiang Chang's tone had lost its initial enthusiasm.

Song Qing pushed open the car door and got out.

He surveyed the survivor base before him.

These survivors are indeed quite handy. The wall, though rudimentary, should be sufficient to hold off ordinary zombies.

This was the first time he had seen a true gathering place for survivors since the end of the world.

Several henchmen guarding the gate saw the convoy return and immediately ran over.

"Boss Jiang, you're back!"

Jiang Chang nodded.

Song Qing followed at the back of the group, walking at a leisurely pace. Sun Qing walked beside him, seemingly wanting to say something more, but seeing Song Qing's unapproachable demeanor, she swallowed her words.

As Song Qing stepped through the church doors, the scene inside made her raise an eyebrow slightly.

There are quite a few survivors among them.

At a glance, there were at least fifty or sixty people. There were elderly people, children, and middle-aged men and women.

Most of them were pale and thin, and they warmed themselves by a fireplace in the center of the church.

As soon as the group saw Sun Qing return, they immediately surrounded him, their faces showing no joy, only anxiety and dissatisfaction.

"Sister Sun, why are you only just getting back! We're starving!"

"Yeah! Why are we taking so long to find food today!"

"We are all faithful believers in the Lord! How can you let us go hungry for so long!"

A chorus of complaints surged toward Sun Qing like a tidal wave.

Sun Qing walked to the front of the crowd with an apologetic smile. "Sorry everyone, there are quite a few zombies outside today, so I was delayed."

No sooner had she finished speaking than an elderly woman holding a child shrieked, "So what if there are a lot of zombies! That's your problem to solve! My grandson is crying from hunger!"

Sun Qing turned pale at the words, and could only bow repeatedly, saying, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Just then, Jiang Chang strode up.

He cleared his throat and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, quiet down! Listen to me!"

The noisy crowd fell silent instantly, and all eyes were focused on Jiang Chang.

"Although I encountered some trouble today, I still brought back a lot of food!"

Jiang Chang pointed to the supplies his men were unloading from the truck.

"Tonight, I'll be adding cured pork and luncheon meat to everyone's porridge!"

"Wow!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd.

"Great! We get to eat meat!"

"As expected of Brother Jiang Changzhang! He's much more reliable than some people!"

"Brother Jiang is so kind to us! He even gave us extra sausages!"

The old woman who had just been hurling insults at Sun Qing was now beaming. "It's only since you came, Chief Jiang, that everyone's lives have improved! Before, we ate nothing but plain rice porridge with Sister Sun and the old priest every day—it wasn't even salty! We were almost sick of it!"

"Yes, yes, Brother Jiang is truly capable!"

Jiang Chang smiled, enjoying the praise and admiration from the crowd, and nodded in satisfaction.