Throwing a steel coil at supersonic speed with one hand, you let me travel through the heavens!

「!?」

Wei Qingzhou was speechless.

Uncle, what are you talking about? When did I ever think I wanted to kidnap your daughter?

Yang Xi stamped her foot in frustration, her cheeks flushed red, and spat out, "Dad! This is the sect leader! How dare you be so rude!"

Yang's mother reached out and pinched Yang's father hard on the waist, angrily saying, "What yellow-haired brat! I've seen Xiao Wei several times at parent-teacher conferences. He's on the honor roll every month. He's handsome and a perfect match for our daughter!"

"what?"

So... they're a perfect match?

Has your future mother-in-law approved of you?

As the saying goes, a mother-in-law's gaze upon her son-in-law grows ever more fond of him. Yang's mother said this as she stepped forward, took Wei Qingzhou's hand, and smiled, "Little Wei, there are so many monsters outside, you must have had a long and tiring journey!"

"Come, sit down, sit down. Auntie will get you some water."

"Auntie, you're too kind. I can do it myself."

The moment his bottom touched the sofa, Wei Qingzhou quickly got up and reached for the kettle himself.

Although he was taciturn, he was not ignorant of human relationships.

"Iceberg, sit down! As the leader, how can you pour water yourself? Mom, let me do it!"

Yang Xi first pressed down on Wei Qingzhou's shoulder to make him sit down, then took the water jug ​​from Yang's mother and poured water for Wei Qingzhou.

Yang's mother then went to the cupboard to get snacks and dried fruit, and put them on the coffee table.

Yang's father, a man with nothing better to do, rubbed the spot where he had been pinched, looked at his wife, then at his daughter, and sighed inwardly: "A daughter is like a tree that cannot be kept at home once she grows up."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wei Qingzhou didn't talk much and instead winked at Yang Xi.

Yang Xi understood and immediately said, "Mom and Dad, the sect leader and I have important matters to discuss. We'll talk later."

Before she finished speaking, she pulled Wei Qingzhou upstairs.

"Hey, you kid... I haven't even asked you a few questions yet..."

Just as Yang's mother was about to get up, Yang's father grabbed her arm.

"They're just starting to fall in love, I'm afraid..." Yang's mother explained softly.

Mr. Yang shook his head and said, "What's there to be afraid of? They're all adults now. You just worry too much, and besides..."

The middle-aged man pulled out a cigarette from somewhere, put it in his mouth, and continued with a mocking and helpless tone: "The world has become such a mess, why bother with this and that? Let them be, as long as the children are happy, the most important thing is to have no regrets."

Yang's mother rolled her eyes, snatched the cigarette from Yang's father's mouth, and said irritably, "You're relieved now, but just now your eyes were full of 'I disagree'."

"Didn't you seem quite satisfied with Xiao Wei? As long as you're satisfied, of course I have no objections." Mr. Yang said with a beaming smile, "My dear wife, smoking is good for stabilizing your sanity, let me have a puff."

He shamelessly clung to Yang's mother, massaging her legs and shoulders.

Yang's mother sighed softly, shoved the cigarette into Yang's father's hand, and said angrily, "Smoke it, smoke it, go outside! You clearly quit smoking and drinking, but because of this bullshit doomsday, you've gone back to it."

……

Yang Xi's bedroom is on the third floor.

Upon opening the door, a pink princess room comes into view.

The luxurious European-style furniture, mainly in flamingo pink and champagne pink tones, is paired with various exquisite and lovely little decorations. It is intricate but not cluttered, giving people a soft and fragrant feeling, as if the air is filled with a soft and fragrant scent.

Compared to your room, mine is practically a bare shell.

The boy paused as he was praising the words.

He saw crisscrossing scratch marks on the luxurious and expensive wallpaper, like a giant cat frantically scratching across the wall.

In the corner were several broken rag dolls, piled up haphazardly, with clumps of cotton wool and "dismembered limbs" scattered around.

There was a giant bear plush toy, life-size, with its long legs outstretched, leaning against the wall. Its cute bear head drooped down, tilted to one side, half-falling off. Its neck had been torn open, and white cotton wool was peeking out.

Next to the European-style king-size bed, a dressing table was piled high with cosmetics and medicine bottles; the caps of sunscreens, concealers, and foundations were still not closed.

Who would believe that this is the boudoir of this spirited, cheerful, and sunny young woman?

"The believers' notification was rather sudden, and I... I haven't had time to pack yet."

Yang Xi quickly stepped forward, sidestepping the dressing table to block it, frantically sweeping cosmetics and medicine bottles into the drawer while explaining in a panic, "When my sanity drops, my mental state is unstable, and sometimes I can't control myself... The scratches on the wall are from before!"

"And cosmetics too. There's no other way. I have to see the followers every day, so I can't be in bad spirits. I have to cover up my dark circles and complexion. Otherwise, if they see me, the saintess, looking haggard, who will still believe in the Steel Scroll Cult?"

The boy fell silent.

Only then did he carefully examine Yang Xi, comparing her to the girl in his memory.

You've lost a lot of weight.

I was fatter at my graduation banquet than I am now.

Wei Qingzhou noticed that Yang Xi's horse-face skirt was tied very tightly, her waist was so thin that it could be grasped in one hand, her collarbone was prominent, and her arms were so thin that one hand could easily hold them.

"You're the fat one!"

The girl glared at the boy, then explained quietly, "Actually, 'we' don't lack resources, it's just that with low sanity, we have no appetite at all. It's not that we don't have anything to eat, it's that we don't want to eat."

"You've really gone to a lot of trouble..."

At this moment, the boy was not in a hurry to inquire about information, but instead asked about other things.

"How did you get through it?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xi smiled lightly, pretending to be relaxed. She leaned against the dressing table, resting her hands on the edge of the table. After thinking for a moment, she said, "After you told me that day, I thought about it seriously. I felt that I was all alone. One person's strength is too insignificant in the apocalypse. Even if I hoarded a lot of supplies, I couldn't withstand a group of evil creatures and evil spirits. So I want to establish a force or gather a small group."

"Then, I registered an account on a social media platform and started posting prophecies on it."

"prophecy……"

Wei Qingzhou raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Actually, it was your precognitive dream," Yang Xi continued. "The World Cup score you told me, and some other major events that followed, I treated as prophecies and sent them out little by little."

"Because it was so accurate, it became an instant hit."

"During that time, I even became an internet celebrity and amassed quite a few fans in a short period of time." She proudly raised her fair chin.

Wei Qingzhou nodded silently, not blaming Yang Xi for "leaking" the precognitive dream.

The black notebook also recorded this event, stating that no matter what she did, as long as she could survive, that was enough.

"Then, I released the doomsday prophecy."

"On the night of the World Cup victory, an indescribable evil will descend. Everyone who looks up at the moon will be corrupted, their sanity will plummet, their bodies will be mutated and deformed, turning them into malevolent spirits!"

"I also released information about visualization techniques and medications for mental illnesses."

"At first, most people didn't believe it at all. The comments section was full of insults, saying that I was pretending to be a ghost, that I was spreading rumors, that I was trying to ride the coattails of the World Cup, and some people even said they would report my account."