In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

After the three obediently finished calling out, Wenren Lei burst into laughter.

Meng Fan felt a chill run down her spine from his laughter. She nudged Yi Yang and asked nervously, "Class monitor... is he really a good person?"

Wenren Lei patted Fu Yan on the shoulder: "Brother Yan, give them their tools."

Fu Yan raised his hand and threw three chainsaws out of the space, which landed at the feet of the three people.

Yi Yang looked down and his eyes lit up instantly: "Holy crap, an amazing artifact!"

He immediately dropped the baseball bat, picked up the chainsaw, and started it up. The rattling sound immediately echoed throughout the street, instantly giving him a great sense of security.

Yi Yang gripped the chainsaw and spun it through the horde of zombies, felling a large number of them wherever he went.

Cheng Nianli and Meng Fan immediately picked up the chainsaw and followed suit, and the scene was quite exciting with blood and gore flying everywhere.

"Awooo—!"

Suddenly, the little dumpling on my shoulder barked and excitedly stomped back and forth with its two little front paws.

Wenren Lei hooked her finger under Wanzi's chin: "You want to go kill zombies?"

"Awooo————!!"

Wenren Lei was quite curious about how this tiny puppy, no bigger than a palm, could kill zombies.

"Go forth! The ultimate demonic hound, blazing with inferno, dominating the universe!"

"Aww!!!"

Maruko jumped off Wenren Lei's shoulder and landed lightly on the ground.

It aimed at a zombie, raised its two front paws above its head, and with a powerful push from its hind legs, the dog spun through the air, transforming into a tiny drill that burrowed into the zombie's...head...

The dumpling flew out from the back of the zombie's head, and the zombie behind it collapsed to the ground with a huge, dark hole in its head.

"Awooo~~~~~"

Maruko wagged its tail, eagerly locking onto its next target.

Wenren Lei stared at the tiny, blood-soaked, bright red puppy, his lips twitching violently. "Can we even keep this dog?" he cried, grabbing Fu Yan's collar and shaking him back and forth in despair. "It's so filthy!"

Fu Yan nuzzled Wenren Lei's neck with his face to comfort her.

The ground battle intensified.

With the help of the chainsaw, the three men and the dog were unstoppable and held their own.

Wenren Lei held a bag of melon seeds in her hand, watching with great interest.

Yi Yang and Cheng Nianli used their supernatural abilities to attach to the saw blade, making them extremely efficient at killing enemies.

Meng Fan could only silently saw through the zombies, completely unaware that a zombie was quietly approaching from behind, its fingertips almost grabbing the back of his neck.

Wenren Lei sighed: This family really can't do without me.

He conjured a pistol in his hand, raised it, aimed, and pulled the trigger with fluid, effortless movements.

Meng Fan noticed the commotion and turned around, only to see a crystal-clear ice bullet pierce through the zombie's head right before his eyes.

He looked up and saw a boy on the street lamp twirling a sleek gun in one hand, his posture casual and flamboyant.

Meeting Meng Fan's gaze, Wenren Lei's lips curled slightly, and she made a shushing gesture.

Meng Fan nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing, then turned to hack at the zombies.

His heart was already churning with turmoil. When Wenren Lei advised him to use water to make weapons for fighting, it wasn't just a casual curiosity; it was something he could actually do.

Meng Fan realized that he was the only one who was ridiculously weak.

The apocalypse has only just begun, yet Wenren Lei and Fu Yan have already reached heights unattainable by ordinary people.

Gazing at the two people leaning against each other under the streetlight, a seed was quietly planted in Meng Fan's heart.

The chainsaw is very efficient at killing enemies, but the loud noise also continuously attracts zombies from afar.

Wenren Lei grew impatient: "Brother Yan, go ahead."

"Aww."

Fu Yan jumped to the ground with Wenren Lei in his arms, placed a chair in a relatively clean spot, put Wenren Lei on it, and then turned to join the battle.

As he passed by Yi Yang and his group, he grabbed them by the back of their collars and placed them in a safe area, also taking their chainsaws with him.

The three of them, empty-handed, stared at each other for a moment before obediently retreating to Wenren Lei's side.

A flowing Tang sword appeared in Fu Yan's palm amidst the horde of zombies, its blade imbued with lightning and fire elements, and he slashed at the zombies in droves.

The three of them were completely stunned.

Yi Yang swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he asked, "Wenren... how could he control three? No, and space abilities at the same time! Four abilities?!"

Wenren Lei felt a surge of secret pleasure, put his hands behind his head, and said in a serious tone, "I taught him."

Yi Yang wasn't entirely convinced, but he complied: "6".

He hadn't expected Wenren Lei to tell him the truth anyway. This seemingly arrogant and flamboyant white-haired madman was actually very cunning and had a whole repertoire of schemes.

Yi Yang silently advised himself: Cling to powerful figures, don't provoke, don't guess, and don't court death.

Ten minutes later, Fu Yan wiped out the entire horde of zombies, and Yi Yang offered to dig for the crystal core.

Wenren Lei, half asleep in her chair, nodded.

"Awooo—!!"

A loud, excited bark startled Wenren Lei awake. His heart skipped a beat. How could he have forgotten about this little rascal!

He opened his eyes and saw Maruko, covered in blood, running towards him over a pile of corpses. The little dog's belly was round and chubby, clearly having eaten extra food while fighting, and hadn't gone hungry at all.

Maruko, her little tongue lolling out, sprinted at full speed on her short legs, her face practically screaming: "Master, I'm going to jump into your arms!"

Wenren Lei's pupils dilated in shock, and she frantically waved her hands, shouting, "Don't come any closer!! Stop!!"

"Woof woof woof!"

Maruko leaped forward, accelerating towards Wenren Lei.

Just as Wenren Lei was preparing to face the zombie-scented dumpling with a look of despair, a clean and slender hand reached out, precisely grabbed the dumpling by the back of its neck, and suspended it in mid-air.

"Waaah..."

The dumpling flapped its four short legs in the air, looking particularly aggrieved.

Wenren Lei's disdain for it had reached its peak: "Brother Yan, you need to wash it clean, and you also need to brush your teeth."

"Aww."

Fu Yan carried the meatball to a corner, rinsed it with hot water, and applied fragrant pet shampoo.

He remembered Leilei saying when she helped him take a bath: "You can only get clean if there's foam."

The Ultimate Demon Dog is usually very arrogant, but it becomes a weakling in Fu Yan's hands, drooping its ears and letting others scrub it.

Fu Yan used his special ability to dry the cleaned pills before putting them back into Wenren Lei's arms.

Wenren Lei slumped in a chair, petting her dog, looking quite content.

On the other side, Yi Yang and his two companions also finished cleaning up the battlefield and came over carrying the crystal cores they had dug up.

"We killed a lot of zombies today; we dug up 17."

This is what they usually eat for three or four days.

Yi Yang knew that without Wenren Lei and Fu Yan, they would never have survived to the point of mining the crystal core.

He suddenly realized that their role with Wenrenlei was not irreplaceable, and a sense of crisis immediately arose within him.

Wenren Lei stroked the dog and waved, while Fu Yan raised his hand and put the crystal core into his spatial storage.

Yi Yang and the other two had become desensitized to Fu Yan's strength and were no longer surprised by it.

Yi Yang tentatively asked, "Shall we go home?"

Wenren Lei yawned, tossed the meatball over her shoulder, stood up, grabbed a baseball bat, and swaggered toward the convenience store: "Going home? How can you sleep after putting up with this humiliation?"

Yi Yang understood instantly, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, and he immediately picked up the stick and followed.

"boom--"

Wenrenlei swung her stick hard, and the entire glass door of the convenience store shattered with a crash.