You say the cataclysm only comes after you've cleared the entire dungeon?

The three continued walking uphill.

On the 39th floor, Lou Fengyue finally became interested.

There are people with superpowers on this floor.

She was very satisfied, smiled with the corners of her lips curving upwards, and twisted her neck.

There are more zombies here than on any of the floors below. The stairwell is filled with a dense mass of heads, and looking out through the transparent glass of the emergency exit door is enough to make your scalp tingle.

As soon as you open this door, zombies will pour out.

"You guys step back a bit." Lou Fengyue dropped the baseball bat and conjured a powerful silver-white electric current in her hands.

Seeing this, Lou Yunzheng and Chu Sinian retreated to the stairs, fearing they might be accidentally injured.

Lou Fengyue exerted her strength, and the electric current shot out like a python, shattering the glass on the door.

He precisely pierced the brains of several zombies near the door.

Boom—a whole bunch of them collapsed.

Hearing the commotion, the other zombies rushed towards them.

All of them were sales targets, so Lou Fengyue naturally accepted them all and even opened the door to welcome them.

The moment the door was pulled open, zombies poured out like water bursting from a dam.

Lou Fengyue stood at the doorway, neither dodging nor avoiding, the electric current in her hands turning from silvery-white to a dazzling purplish-white, as if she were holding two whips.

She made a gesture with her hands that others couldn't understand, and then the current surged in all directions, weaving into an electric grid.

Suddenly, it enveloped more than a dozen zombies, and then a fine current of electricity fell from the electric grid, precisely piercing the top of each zombie's head.

In less than a minute, they all collapsed.

Immediately afterward, a second wave of zombies rushed over, stepping over the corpses of their companions. Lou Fengyue kicked the first one that rushed in front of her away and grabbed the neck of the other one.

An electric current flowed into his palm, and the zombie's head exploded like an overloaded light bulb.

Black blood and bone fragments were splattered all over the ground.

Chu Sinian's eyelids twitched as he watched from behind, unsure of where to put the vines in his hands.

There's absolutely no need for him to get involved.

Lou Yunzheng was used to it. Leaning against the wall, he looked at his sister's back and thought: My sister looks so cool when she fights!

After dealing with two waves of zombies, there was finally some room to move around in the corridor.

Lou Fengyue got carried away with killing and picked up a baseball bat, hitting one of them to death with it.

Seeing that she was no longer using her superpowers, Lou Yunzheng and Chu Sinian finally had a chance to make their move and joined the battle.

When only zombie corpses remained in the corridor, the three stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, their disposable raincoats smeared with black blood so that their original color was no longer visible.

"Hiss—" Chu Sinian frowned, several scratches appearing on his forearm. "Miss Lou, I won't mutate, will I?"

"No, it won't." Lou Fengyue said confidently, "Just go back and get some iodine to disinfect it and bandage it up."

Lou Yunzheng glanced at Chu Sinian's wound. It wasn't blackened or festering; it was just a typical scratch, with bright red blood.

If an ordinary person is bitten, the wound will immediately turn black and ulcerate, and then turn into a zombie within a few seconds.

If a person with superpowers is bitten or scratched by a zombie, they will not mutate into a zombie.

This is what my sister said.

"Brother, there are superhumans here, I'll go check it out." Lou Fengyue exchanged a glance with her brother, signaling him to stay and search for the crystal core with Chu Sinian.

With forty-six zombies, we should be able to find quite a few.

Lou Yunzheng nodded and did not go with them.

Lou Fengyue followed the direction of her senses and stopped in front of a tightly closed door.

The energy inside was very weak, not the low-level energy of newly awakened beings, but rather... weak, like an oil lamp that could go out at any moment.

She knocked on the door, but there was no response.

unusual.

The sound of killing zombies was so loud, there's no way they couldn't have heard it inside. If there were any living people there, they would have responded to the knocking.

She kicked the door open.

The room was dark, with thick curtains drawn. You couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

The flashlight beam shone in, revealing shards of glass scattered on the floor, followed by overturned tables and chairs.

There were water stains on the floor—seeping from under the door to the master bedroom.

Lou Fengyue followed the water stains toward the master bedroom and turned the doorknob.

It wasn't locked.

The wooden door was pushed open.

There was a person lying on the bed.

To be precise, it was someone who was tied to the bed.

His limbs were tightly bound to the bedposts with thick hemp ropes, and his wrists and ankles were chafed raw and bloody.

The boy was young, around eighteen or nineteen years old, with a slender build and healthy tan skin; he looked like an athlete.

His eyes were closed, his face was as white as paper, and his lips were cracked and bleeding.

The bed was wet, and water dripped down the edge of the bed, falling into the puddles on the floor with a barely audible dripping sound.

Lou Fengyue felt that this scene was familiar.

The first time I met Chu Sinian, he was also tied to the bed, but he tied himself up.

The boy in front of me is tied up here.

She took off one glove and pressed her fingertips against his neck.

The pulse is very weak, but he is still alive; he might not survive in another two hours.

A system notification popped up.

[Ice-type ability detected. Copy immediately?]

"Mmm," Lou Fengyue responded very softly.

Five seconds later, the system indicated that the copy was successful.

Lou Fengyue withdrew her hand, went to the kitchen to find a small knife, and slowly cut the rope binding the boy's limbs.

The injury to the ankle was more serious than that to the wrist; the rope had chafed through a layer of skin, revealing the tender, red flesh underneath, and there were bloodstains on the rope.

Lou Fengyue's movements weren't particularly rough, but when the ropes were untied, the person on the bed still winced in pain and let out a muffled groan.

"Awake?" Lou Fengyue didn't look up, and continued to untie the rope on her other foot.

The person on the bed slowly opened their eyes, their dark pupils filled with confusion, as if they hadn't yet figured out where they were.

He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then slowly turned his eyes to look at the person by the bed who was completely wrapped up.

"...Who are you?" His voice was so hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against glass, that it was almost inaudible.

"Just passing by." Lou Fengyue tossed the rope she had untied aside, stood up, and looked down at him. "What's your name?"

The boy opened his mouth, but before he could answer, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Lou Yunzheng strode in, carrying a small cloth bag filled with crystal cores.

Upon seeing the person on the bed whose wrists and ankles were clearly bound, he paused for a moment.

"This is?"

"A superhuman, tied up." Lou Fengyue stated succinctly, then looked back at the boy on the bed. "What's your name?"

"Lu An..." He spoke slowly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it felt like he had swallowed a mouthful of sand, his voice dry and hoarse.

Lou Fengyue took out a bottle of mineral water from the small backpack she was carrying for show and handed it over.

Lu An lay weakly on the bed, barely alive, without even the strength to sit up, let alone reach for the bottle of water.

Lou Yunzheng took off his dirty raincoat, then sat down on the edge of the bed, helped Lu An up, and let him lean against him.

Lou Fengyue unscrewed the mineral water bottle, put a body-tempering pill into his mouth, and then fed him a few sips of water.

Feeling a pill being stuffed into his mouth, Lu An's eyes flashed with panic. He instinctively tried to spit it out, but he simply didn't have the strength.

Lou Fengyue pinched his face, and the pill slid down into his stomach with the mineral water. "It's not poisonous."