Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

Sun Qing, looking a little silly and cute, trotted over, tilting her pretty oval face up.

"Song... Brother Song, you're amazing."

"It's just so-so."

As Song Qing walked toward the stone wall, he casually replied.

The attribute points provided by this group of zombies were quite considerable, which put him in a good mood.

He went to the stone wall and reached out to tap on it.

The walls were thick, and the sound of knocking was dull. Manipulating earth and stone was indeed a decent defensive ability.

Sun Qing quickly took out her phone and said.

"I'll contact Sister Zhao and ask her to open the wall. Please wait a moment while Brother Song is waiting."

"No."

Song Qing calmly interrupted her.

He slowly raised his arm, clenched it into a fist, and then casually threw a punch.

thump.

A dull thud.

Song Qing withdrew his hand and casually put it back in his pocket.

Sun Qing looked at the wall with a puzzled expression; nothing had changed.

She was about to say something.

suddenly!

Click...

Fine cracks began to spread, centered on the spot where Song Qing's fist had just made contact.

next second.

Boom!

The entire thick stone wall crumbled instantly, sending countless fragments of stone mixed with dust flying everywhere.

Song Qing turned around and said to Sun Qing, who was still in a daze.

"Walk."

"oh oh!"

Sun Qing then realized what was happening and quickly jogged after him, her bright blue eyes filled with admiration.

The entire lobby on the first floor of the hotel was completely encased in thick rock, forming an airtight stone cocoon.

It's like the inside of a giant steamed bun, except it's made of rock instead of flour.

The interior space is very large, but the lighting is dim, almost so dark you can't see your hand in front of your face.

A faint green light flashed in Song Qing's deep blue eyes.

Night vision activated.

The entire space was instantly laid bare before his eyes.

Sun Qing, who was next to him, couldn't see anything clearly and just followed Song Qing.

His gaze fell on a corner of the hall.

There was a woman leaning against the wall on the ground there.

The woman's thick woolen coat was covered with dried, dark red bloodstains.

Song Qing looked at the woman, who was also looking this way warily.

Her hair was disheveled, and her flawless oval face was covered in blood, but you could still tell that she had a very good foundation.

She was completely different from the spirited and cheerful beauty in Sun Qing's phone photos.

Song Qing's gaze lingered on her left eye.

There was a hideous scar that ran from his forehead down to the upper part of his cheek, and it looked shocking.

This eye is probably beyond saving.

The woman stared intently at Song Qing with her other intact eye. Although she couldn't see anything, she could tell from the loud noise that someone had come in.

Zhao Gang spoke in a hoarse voice.

"who!"

The voice was weak and feeble.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Sun Qing instantly became excited.

"Sister Zhao!"

The woman in the corner shuddered, seemingly unable to believe it.

"A little lover?!"

"You...how did you get here!"

With a thought, an electric lantern appeared out of thin air in Song Qing's hand.

He casually turned on the switch.

The soft light instantly dispelled the surrounding darkness.

With the help of the lamplight, Sun Qing finally saw Zhao Gang's miserable state.

Tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and she could no longer hold them back.

"Sister Zhao... Sister Zhao..."

Sun Qing cried out and rushed over, hugging Zhao Gang tightly.

"what!"

Zhao Gang let out a painful groan, his body trembling violently.

Sun Qing was startled and quickly let go of his hand, standing there somewhat at a loss.

"I...I didn't mean to, Sister Zhao..."

Zhao Gang forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and raised his hand to rub Sun Qing's head.

"It's nothing, just... just a little injury."

Sun Qing pointed to the wound on her face and burst into tears.

"Sister Zhao, your...your eyes..."

Zhao Gang subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to touch his left eye, but his hand fell limply halfway up.

A bitter look appeared on her face.

"I was ambushed, and this eye... it's probably ruined."

Sun Qing grasped Zhao Gang's cold hand, sobbing uncontrollably as she spoke.

Zhao Gang raised his head, looked over Sun Qing's shoulder, and looked at the tall young man standing not far away, holding a lantern and with an expressionless face.

She managed a weak smile.

"Cough cough... Thank... thank you."

Song Qing waved his hand.

"fine."

Zhao Gang's face was pale, and her breathing became rapid. She knew she was about to collapse.

She continued.

"I... I'll tell you everything you know right now."

"The abilities and characteristics of those members of the Wang family..."

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

Song Qing interrupted her directly.

Zhao Gang was taken aback by his seemingly random statement.

"go back?"

She looked at Song Qing with some confusion.

Where to go back?

Song Qing had no intention of explaining.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

Zhao Gang felt a blur before his eyes, and the surrounding scenery began to distort, stretch, and rotate violently.

The next second, the three figures vanished from the spot.

Three figures appeared out of thin air in the living room on the second floor of the flower shop.

Bryce, who was reading in his wheelchair by the stove, froze. He looked up and was slightly taken aback when he saw the three people who had appeared out of nowhere.

"A little love?"

"And Mr. Song... Zhao? Zhao girl! How could you... cough cough!"

Bryce, overwhelmed with excitement, began to cough violently.

Despite the dizziness from the spatial teleportation, Sun Qing rushed over and gently patted her grandfather's back to help him catch his breath.

"Grandpa, slow down!"

On the other side, Zhao Gang, who was lying on the ground, struggled to get up and check on Bryce's condition.

She had just propped herself up when she aggravated the wound in her abdomen, causing her to fall heavily back to the ground, gasping for breath.

Song Qing glanced at her.

"Don't move if you don't want to die."

Zhao Gang turned to look at Song Qing, forcing an awkward smile.

Bryce's coughing finally stopped, and he asked anxiously.

"Little...Little Qing, Zhao girl, cough cough! What happened to her! How did she get so badly injured! Cough cough."

Sun was so anxious she was about to cry. She choked back tears as she helped her grandfather catch his breath.

"Sister Zhao... Sister Zhao was attacked. It was my benefactor who brought me... and rescued Sister Zhao."

Old Bleich looked at Song Qing with his cloudy eyes, struggling to stand up straight, wanting to express his gratitude.

Song Qing reached out a hand, gently pressed down on old Bryce's shoulder, and shook his head.

Old Bryce wiped away the tears that welled up in his eyes.

"Ahem... Thank you, Mr. Song. Zhao girl... I've always treated her like my own granddaughter. Thank you, Mr. Song."

"fine."

Song Qing responded calmly.

He had a very good impression of the foreign old man.