Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

Song Qing looked at the old man in front of her with some disbelief.

He didn't speak.

He definitely doesn't believe it.

To claim one can predict the future simply by knowing one's own name is utterly absurd.

The old man seemed to see through his thoughts, but still wore that gentle smile.

"You just saved my granddaughter, and you have more than one ability."

The old man paused for a moment, then continued.

"Mr. Song Qing, I mean no harm. I've been waiting for you for a long time. I knew you would come today. I've seen countless future scenarios, and you will come in each one."

The shock in Song Qing's heart was beyond words.

Could it be... that he can really see the future?

What does it mean to keep waiting for yourself?

He finally spoke.

"Why? Why are you waiting for me?"

The smile on the old man's face faded, replaced by a hint of helplessness.

"Mr. Song Qing, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer before the end of the world, and I don't have many days left to live."

"Seventeen days ago, I awakened my superpower. My only thought at the time was to help my granddaughter see what her future held."

Song Qing listened quietly, but maintained her elemental state throughout.

The old man continued speaking.

"And then, I saw you."

"My future tells me that I will find you and entrust my granddaughter to you. Only in this way can she survive."

After hearing this, Song Qing found it somewhat laughable.

Entrusting it to oneself?

On what grounds?

Why should I help you? Or rather, take care of your granddaughter?

This woman doesn't seem very bright; having her around won't do him any good.

Hearing Song Qing's blunt words, the old man was not angry at all.

"Of course, the old man wouldn't let you help him for nothing."

He paused.

"Mr. Song Qing, you can take away my precognitive ability."

"I know you can take other people's powers."

boom!

These words exploded in Song Qing's mind like a thunderclap!

How...how could he have known!

His greatest trump card is the secret that gluttony can steal the superpowers of others! No one knows this except his woman!

At this moment, Song Qing truly believed it.

He couldn't think of any other possibility besides a true premonition of the future.

To be honest, he was tempted.

I'm really tempted.

That's a premonition!

Predict the future!

This is simply the most top-tier superpower; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a T0-level divine skill.

He can turn misfortune into good fortune and avoid harm while seeking advantage. With this ability, he can avoid all unknown dangers and find all hidden opportunities in advance.

The temptation was too great for him to resist.

The old man looked at Song Qing and said.

"I knew you would agree, Mr. Song. Because the future has already told me that you would agree."

He pointed to the chair next to him.

"Mr. Song Qing, may I have a word with you?"

Song Qing nodded silently, which was taken as tacit consent.

The old man then continued.

"My granddaughter is naturally a bit slow-witted and too naive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, someone with her personality simply can't survive."

"After I gained superpowers, I wanted to help her find a way out."

"If I hadn't found you today, she..."

As the old man spoke, his face turned incredibly bitter.

"That girl will die."

"Being killed by Jiang Chang is another future scene I saw."

"Therefore, I have no choice but to beg you."

The old man's words were full of pleading.

Song Qing felt relatively calm.

Jiang Changhui killed Sun Qing, which didn't surprise him. Judging from the man's hypocritical smile and the greed deep in his eyes, he was definitely not a good person.

It's perfectly normal that a simple-minded woman like Sun Qing, who was all brawn and no brains, was manipulated by him and ended up with a miserable fate.

Song Qing said directly, "I can take your granddaughter with me too."

"Thank you! Thank you! Mr. Song! Thank you so much." A relieved smile appeared on the old man's face.

Although he had seen this scene countless times in the future, he was still very excited when he finally received a positive answer.

"My granddaughter doesn't know I have superpowers."

"Old man Bryce said again."

"So, you can use my abilities as you please, and that girl won't know."

He added another sentence.

"By the way, Mr. Song, you don't need to do it yourself."

Song Qing remained silent.

This old man arranged everything perfectly.

He even considered the trouble that Song Qing might cause by taking action and paved the way for him in advance.

Selfless family love?

A strange, indescribable feeling welled up in Song Qing's heart.

The old man seemed to see through his thoughts, and his face still held that gentle smile.

"A level three zombie will be coming soon."

"When the time comes, don't make a move; he'll kill me."

The old man's words left Song Qing somewhat stunned.

Just then, the old man turned and called out towards the door.

"Xiao Qing, come in here for a moment."

The door was pushed open, and Sun Qing walked in.

"grandfather."

"come over."

Sun Qing obediently walked to the old man's side and squatted down.

The old man reached out and gently stroked Sun Qing's head, his eyes filled with reluctance.

"Grandpa, I forgot to tell you."

Sun Qing said in a low voice.

"This kind man just saved me."

The old man feigned surprise and exclaimed "Ah!"

"is that so?"

Sun Qing nodded obediently.

"Mr. Song Qing, thank you so much for saving my granddaughter," the old man said with a smile.

Song Qing turned her head and looked out the window.

He was starting to not want to watch this scene anymore.

It's too bright.

He was raised by his grandfather alone from a young age.

Three years ago, his grandfather passed away due to illness.

The scene before him reminded him of his grandfather.

That deep-seated family affection made him feel a surge of irritation.

The old man didn't notice Song Qing's unusual behavior. He picked up the bowl of watery porridge that Jiang Chang had just given him and handed it to Sun Qing.

"You drink it, Xiao Qing."

"Grandpa, you drink it. I've already had some." Sun Qing shook his head.

"I just ate bread, the kind I hid earlier," the old man said.

Sun Qing had no doubts. She took the bowl and began to drink it in small sips.

The old man just smiled and quietly watched his grandson drink the porridge.

Silence fell over the room for a moment.

"What's the deal with that Chief Jiang?"

Song Qing suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"Could you tell me more?"

The old man sighed.

"Him? He's someone I took in after the apocalypse."

"I took in everyone here. The church had plenty of food reserves, and I thought that if I could save as many people as possible, I could keep them all."

After listening, Song Qing had nothing to say.

......

After a long time

suddenly!

Boom!

A huge explosion suddenly came from the other side of the church.

The entire church shook violently.

"What's going on!"

Sun Qing suddenly stood up and ran out quickly.

Song Qing followed.

Inside the church hall, the survivors were in complete chaos, screams echoing throughout.

The source of the explosion was the room that Jiang Chang and his men had entered earlier.

At this moment, the wooden door had been blown away, and thick black smoke was billowing out from inside.

Song Qing moved closer.

He saw Sun Qing rush into that room.

"Chief Jiang! Chief Jiang, what's wrong with you!"

The room was huge, and the scene inside was like hell.

Several of Jiang's henchmen were blown to pieces and died on the spot.

Several others lay on the ground, groaning in pain, clearly seriously injured.

In the deepest part of the room, a huge figure was huddled in a corner, trembling.

It was a monster covered in gray fur and standing three meters tall.

werewolf.

It was Jiang Chang.

Sun Qing ran up to him and called out anxiously.

"Jiang Chang! How are you?"

The enormous werewolf shuddered and spoke in a broken, pained voice.

"The gas cylinder...exploded..."

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Song Qing's gaze swept across the entire room.

He saw some food scraps and red oil stains remaining on the walls of the room.

Judging from the looks of it, this group of people were just having hot pot inside.