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

The dozen or so survivors inside the store were instantly terrified and huddled together, screaming incessantly.

They had witnessed the entire earth-shattering battle outside the door.

This group can easily crush even a horde of zombies; crushing them is easier than crushing ants.

Cheng Nianli subconsciously wanted to dissuade him, after all, they were just ordinary people and they certainly couldn't withstand a punch from Wenren Lei.

But the thought of being betrayed after just rescuing people made her suppress her urge to offer advice. She clenched her fists and made a silent vow: Don't be a saint in this apocalypse! Master Wenren was right!

Wenren Lei stood in the middle of the convenience store, slammed his baseball bat on the ground, and casually said, "Good evening, everyone."

The middle-aged man who led the survivors stepped forward, looking embarrassed and apologetic: "Young man, we were careless in our actions earlier. I'll take the liberty of giving half of the supplies as compensation. Is that alright?"

Wenren Lei turned to look at Cheng Nianli: "Miss Cheng, he apologized to you. Do you forgive him?"

Cheng Nianli raised his chin, hands on his hips, and roared, "Never forgive! We almost died, and this is repaying kindness with enmity! Besides, how these supplies are distributed shouldn't be their decision in the first place!"

"Not bad, you've improved." Wenren Lei stretched her limbs, looked at the middle-aged man, and smiled gently. "Then die."

"Wait!" A young woman stepped out from the crowd, glaring at Wenren Lei. "Closing the door wasn't Uncle Zuo's decision alone. If you're going to kill someone, kill me too!"

"Huh?" Wenren Lei laughed with interest. "This..."

At this moment, one after another, people stepped forward: "Yes! If you're going to kill, kill us all too! Closing the door was all our idea!"

"Why should we give you our supplies!"

Wenren Lei's eyes welled up with tears: "This is...so touching..."

Uncle Zuo stopped the hot-blooded group: "What are you doing, making things worse!" He clasped his hands together and begged for mercy, "Brother, brother, don't listen to their nonsense. Take as much of the supplies as you want, as long as you forgive us."

However, the survivor was blinded by his passion and completely ignored Uncle Zuo's advice.

"Uncle Zuo, why waste your breath talking to them? We might as well fight!"

"Yes! I don't believe they would dare to lay a hand on a group of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people."

Wenren Lei turned to look at Yi Yang and the other two: "Look how shameless they are, and then look at you. Learn from them."

Yi Yang: ...

Cheng Nianli: ...

Meng Fan: ...

Wenren Lei composed herself and said seriously, "I only have one question: do you think it's okay to leave your savior in a pile of zombies to die?"

The young woman said, "Sacrificing three people to save nineteen is a good deal. In this end times, everyone is afraid, and they're just meddling. What's wrong with us?"

"Understood." Wenren Lei nodded, then turned to Fu Yan and instructed, "Take everything away from the shop, don't leave even a single piece of paper behind."

Fu Yan strolled around the store slowly, and in less than twenty seconds, the huge convenience store was reduced to just the ground.

Uncle Zuo was dumbfounded, then panicked instantly: "You took everything! How are we supposed to live?!"

Wenrenlei shrugged: "Figure it out yourself."

He led his men outside the shop and said to Fu Yan, "Brother Yan, seal the doors and windows."

Fu Yan raised his hand and poured layer after layer of cold water along the gaps in the doors and windows. The water quickly froze into solid ice at the low temperature.

The convenience store staff lacked the necessary tools to melt ice in sub-zero temperatures, making it extremely difficult.

A hole about the size of a little finger was left in the door for sound transmission.

The people inside were frantically pounding on the ice and screaming; the feeling of living and waiting to die was more terrifying than facing death directly.

Wenren Lei leaned down and chuckled at the cave entrance: "If someone comes to save you before you starve, freeze, or suffocate, you'll be lucky to survive."

"We were wrong! Help! Help!"

"Please, let us out!"

Wenren Lei raised her chin: "Brother Yan, bet on it."

Fu Yan also blocked the only hole in the door. The thick layer of ice blocked the cries for help from inside, and only faint muffled sounds could be heard coming out.

Wenren Lei asked Fu Yan for paper and pen, quickly wrote several large characters, nailed them to the ice, and then turned and left with her men.

The area in front of the convenience store quickly fell silent, with only a note on the door rustling in the wind. The note read: "19 zombies inside! Do not approach!"

On the way back, Meng Fan offered to drive. At this moment, Wenren Lei had become an absolute idol in his heart.

Inside the car, Cheng Nianli sat in the passenger seat, while Wenrenlei sat in the middle of the back seat, separating Fu Yan and Yi Yang.

Yi Yang's heart was still pounding from the relief he had just felt. He looked at Wenren Lei with burning passion, his gaze so intense that even Fu Yan noticed, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Yi Yang.

Wenren Lei was really afraid that Fu Yan would tear Yi Yang apart on the spot; that scene would be horrific.

So he decided to say something: "Yi Yang, stop looking, I'm not gay."

Meng Fan quietly pricked up his ears, and Cheng Nianli's eyes lit up instantly: "Gay?"

Fu Yan: ?!

Yi Yang: ? ?

Yi Yang explained seriously, "I am not either. Please don't mistake admiration for love."

Wenren Lei nestled into Fu Yan's arms, asking, "What kind of worship? Can it be exchanged for crystal cores?"

Cheng Nianli's eyes lit up again. The apocalypse came too suddenly, and she hadn't even realized that Wenren Lei and Fu Yan were having an affair.

Yi Yang immediately pledged his loyalty: "Yes, really! Wenren, from today onwards you're my boss. If you tell me to go east, I'll never go west. I'll definitely do my best to collect crystal cores!"

Wenren Lei stretched out his leg: "Fine, give me a massage."

"Okay!" Yi Yang reached out to touch Wenren Lei's leg, but Fu Yan lifted Wenren Lei up and put her on his lap, hugging her tightly.

Yi Yang froze, his hand hanging in mid-air.

Wenren Lei snuggled into Fu Yan's arms, rubbing against his chest comfortably, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Never mind, my husband won't allow it."

Yi Yang was stunned: "Huh? Didn't you say you weren't gay?"

Wenren Lei raised a slight brow at the corner of her eye: "Sometimes."

Cheng Nianli, sitting in the front row, was already laughing hysterically: "Wenren Lei is a zero!"

Yi Yang: ?

Wenren Lei: "? Me 1."

Fu Yan let out a confused "Aww".

Cheng Nianli laughed intermittently: "Who would believe that?"

Yi Yang said seriously, "Nobody believes me."

The car instantly erupted in laughter, and the awkwardness between the young people vanished at that moment.

Wenren Lei closed her eyes to rest, a slight smile playing on her lips: "It's nice to have a few people to chat and laugh with in this apocalyptic world."

When they returned to the villa, it was nearly one in the morning. As soon as they entered, Han Mingjie rushed up to Yi Yang, hugging his leg and crying, "Class monitor! I thought you guys had died outside! I was so scared!"

Wenren Lei laughed upon hearing this, then slumped onto the sofa, hugging Wanzi, and whispered, "Brother Yan, hug me."

Fu Yan sat down on the sofa, pulled the person into his arms, and gently patted their back to comfort them.

Over there, Yi Yang patted Han Mingjie's head: "You're very concerned, but don't worry about it next time."

Han Mingjie stood up and sniffed, "Why are you guys so late?"