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

After the meal, Huang Yiyun led the group to their arranged accommodations.

Huang Yijie wanted to come along, but his cough was too severe, so Huang Yiyun left him at home to rest.

It was still snowing heavily outside, and everyone was holding their own umbrellas, walking slowly, treating it as a post-dinner stroll to digest their food.

Wenren Lei reached into Fu Yan's pocket, pulled out the drowsy Wanzi, and stared into its tiny red eyes: "You've been eating a lot of crystal cores lately, how come you can't even cure the young lady and Huang Yijie's colds? Are they expired again?"

"Waaah..." Maruko kicked its legs in grievance. It didn't know that it had already tried its best.

Cheng Nianli, who was walking behind her, covered her throat and swallowed hard a few times. The pill had just cured her, but now it was itchy again.

Huang Yiyun reached out and ruffled the little dog's head: "This little guy has had a tough time."

Maruko climbed up the pole, kicking her short legs faster, whimpering even more pitifully. She scratched her face with her paws, then snorted as if she were sneezing.

Wenren Lei smiled faintly and reached out to poke its round belly: "You're so shameless."

"Hmm?" Wenren Lei placed the dumpling on her shoulder and touched her face with her hand.

Fu Yan leaned slightly forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

My face feels a little itchy, like something is brushing against it.

After saying that, he rubbed his face vigorously again.

Fu Yan raised his hand to touch Wenren Lei's face, then looked around. There was nothing unusual.

Upon entering the Cloud Map Base, Cheng Nianli also mentioned that her face was a little itchy. Fu Yan suspected it was due to the snow, so he conjured a protective shield to cover everyone.

Huang Yiyun arranged for everyone to be on the same floor, said goodnight, and prepared to leave.

"I'll contact you once I get the search results," Huang Yijie said.

"it is good."

There are three two-bedroom apartments on this floor. Two girls live in one apartment, Yi Yang, Meng Fan, and Han Mingjie live in another, and Wenren Lei and Fu Yan live in the third with Wen Chi.

When they parted at the stairwell, Wenren Lei handed the dumpling to Cheng Nianli: "Let it take care of you."

Cheng Nianli coughed again and reached out to take it, saying, "Thank you, young master."

Wenren Lei waved her hand and instructed, "Get some rest early tonight. We'll go out tomorrow to search for the Corpse King. Everyone, don't sleep too soundly; I have a bad feeling about it."

"Yes, boss."

Back in her room and after closing the door, Wenren Lei couldn't help but cough.

Fu Yan frowned. If Wen Renlei was sick, she should be feeling unwell, so why was she coughing?

He activated his healing power in his palm and gently placed it on Wenren Lei's throat: "How does it feel?"

Wenren Lei swallowed hard and shook her head: "It's not too uncomfortable, just an itchy throat. I guess I caught the flu too."

"Let me check if there's any inflammation." Wen Chi, still holding half a piece of Longjing cake, slowly strolled over. "Open your mouth, ah—"

Wenren Lei obediently opened her mouth: "Ah—"

Wen Chi leaned forward and carefully looked into Wenren Lei's throat.

Fu Yan's palm was still on her throat. Wenren Lei's eyelashes trembled slightly. She felt that this scene was strange.

"Your teeth are quite white." Wen Chi, being the unserious one, had to tease Wenren Lei with a comment first.

Wenren Lei immediately shut her mouth, coughed, and said coldly, "I won't let you see it."

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Wen Chi looked at Fu Yan, winking and making faces at him.

Fu Yan shook his head helplessly and said softly, "Be good, let your uncle finish checking."

Wenren Lei glanced at Wen Chi sideways, then reluctantly opened her mouth again: "Ah—"

"It's not inflamed or swollen," Wen Chi said. "Give me a flashlight."

Fu Yan handed the flashlight to Wen Chi, who then shone it into Wenren Lei's throat.

Wenren Lei was making so many "ah" sounds that she almost gagged before Wen Chi finally said, "Foreign object forceps."

"Damn it." Upon hearing this word, Wenren Lei immediately shut his mouth and tried to run away.

"Don't move, sweetheart." Fu Yan held Wenren Lei tightly with one hand to prevent him from running away, and with the other hand, he took out a throat forceps from his spatial storage and handed it to Wen Chi.

Wen Chi, holding the pliers, said, "It'll be over soon. Open your mouth."

Wenren Lei looked at Fu Yan, and seeing that this man had no intention of saving him, he resignedly opened his mouth again.

Wen Chi acted swiftly and ruthlessly, pulling two translucent hairs from his throat.

Fu Yan leaned closer to examine it more closely: "What is this?"

"See for yourself." Wen Chi shone a flashlight on the two hairs and said, "He's been letting us play with the dog every day, and now he's choking on dog hair."

"Tch." Wenren Lei glanced at it disdainfully, cleared her throat, and coughed again. "But I'm still itchy, it must be because of the flu, it has nothing to do with dog hair."

"Drink more hot water," Wen Chi said.

Fu Yan felt no discomfort in his throat. If Wenren Lei had a throat ailment, it should have affected him instead.

Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved and looked down at Wenren Lei: "Go lie down for a while. I'll make some rock sugar pear soup. Drink it and see if it makes you feel better."

"Okay." Wenren Lei plopped down on the sofa.

Fu Yan half-squatted beside him, gently stroking Wenren Lei's neck with his healing ability, then got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Wen Chi followed Fu Yan into the kitchen and asked in a low voice, "You've turned on your ability-blocking feature, haven't you?"

"It's always on."

Fu Yan took out a plump pear from his spatial storage, carefully peeled it, and said naturally, "Uncle, I still feel something's not right. There's no reason why a healing ability can't even cure the flu."

"I also think something's wrong. Apart from their sore throats, they don't have any typical flu symptoms." Wen Chi took the peeled pear from Fu Yan's hand. "You stay home and watch over him. I'll go out and take a look around."

Fu Yan said, "Be careful."

"I know." Wen Chi transformed into a cloud of black mist and slipped out through the window crack.

Fu Yanzhong took out a new pear and continued peeling it.

He remembered that when he fought Qin Qingqing before, she had also transformed her physical elements into a metallic form.

It seems that elemental ability users, once they reach 3S level, can not only change the terrain at will, but also freely transform their bodies into elements.

However, Qin Qingqing only changed her skin for defense at that time, unlike Wen Chi who did it so thoroughly.

Does this mean that even if elemental ability users reach 3S level, their strength will still be divided into different grades?

In the living room, Wenren Lei lay listlessly on the sofa. His throat felt rough, dry, and itchy, as if he had eaten a pound of hairy meatballs, making him want to reach out and scratch it.

Fu Yan carried the cooked rock sugar pear out of the kitchen.

Wenren Lei looked over and weakly called out, "Brother Yan."

Seeing his listless appearance, Fu Yan looked worried and bent down to help him sit up: "Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

"It's incredibly itchy." Wenren Lei coughed lightly, then reached out and hugged Fu Yan. "Don't worry too much, it's just the flu."

Fu Yan let him lean against him, scooped up a spoonful of pear soup, gently blew on it to cool it down, and fed it to him, saying, "Be careful, it's hot."