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

Physiological tears slid down Wenren Lei's cheeks. He waved his hand and said, "Damn it, I don't want to save those little brats anymore. I don't want any clues, and I don't want to look for that Mr. Wenren anymore. Let him fly away on his own."

Fu Yan patted his back tenderly, saying, "I'll go in and take a look. You wait here."

"No, no." Wenren Lei tugged at his sleeve for a while, then jumped onto him and clung to him tightly with all four limbs. "I'll stay with you."

Fu Yan knew he couldn't bear to part with Wenren Yu, and chuckled softly, supporting his bottom, "Then let's go together." He turned to Wanzi and said, "Keep an eye on the car, don't let it wander off."

"Woof!" Maruko wagged its tail and sat down on the center console, looking quite respectable.

Fu Yan took a few steps forward, jumped over the zombie wall, and landed in the kindergarten yard.

The faces on the fleshy wall were immediately startled, and their hissing spread along the wall to the inside.

One of the middle-aged men's heads suddenly extended from the fleshy wall, dragging a thick, long fleshy neck, and charged straight at the two of them.

"This is truly disgusting to the point of being an art form." Wenren Lei conjured a flowing pistol in her palm and fired it repeatedly at the middle-aged man's head.

The head howled and retreated, leaving a trail of dark red blood on the snow.

Wenren Lei looked bewildered: "He wasn't killed after being hit in the forehead?"

Fu Yan looked over and saw that the middle-aged man's head had returned to the wall, while the other four heads were frantically wriggling around it. In a short while, the bullet hole between its eyebrows had healed.

It seems that they are symbiotic and can heal each other. If you want to completely destroy the zombie wall, you must destroy all five heads at the same time.

However, with the threat of guns, the heads hovered and hesitated on the wall of flesh, not daring to advance rashly.

Wenren Lei straightened up against Fu Yan and pointed at the wall, complaining, "He's cheating!"

Fu Yan tightened his grip on Wenren Lei's waist to prevent him from falling: "It's alright, it's alright. He has too many heads; we should have killed them all together."

Wenren Lei quieted down, nestled back into Fu Yan's arms, and stubbornly said, "I guessed it a long time ago."

Fu Yan lifted him up by the bottom and said, "You're really smart."

Wenren Lei's gaze swept across the corner of the wall, and he seemed to see a pile of dark red flesh. He wasn't sure, so he pointed there and asked, "Is that... a human limb?"

Before Fu Yan could speak, a male voice rang out: "Who are you?!"

The two turned around and saw a young man rushing out of the teaching building, holding a kitchen knife and looking at them warily.

The man's knife was stained with blood. Wenren Lei glanced at it again, sizing him up before asking, "We're here to rescue the child. Are you a teacher here?"

Upon hearing that the two men had come to rescue people, the man put down his cleaver and said dejectedly, "There aren't many children left here."

Wenren Lei had expected this, so she wasn't surprised: "Take us to see the rest of the children."

The man hesitated, "How can I be sure you're good people?"

"Damn it, are you kidding me?" Wenren Lei, having been tormented by the zombie wall, had long since lost her patience. She raised her gun and pointed it at the man, issuing a friendly warning, "You fucking don't care if I'm a good guy or a bad guy. If you don't take me with you, I'll kill you."

"No, no!" the man cried, raising his hands. "I'll take you there, just don't kill me!"

After saying that, he turned around briskly and walked into the teaching building.

Wenren Lei inwardly praised this man: "Amazing! He said he would protect the child, but he immediately compromised when threatened."

Fu Yan followed, carrying Wenren Lei. His gaze towards the man held a hint of scrutiny, but he asked very politely, "May I ask your surname, teacher?"

The man dared not look too long at the two men beside him who were intimately close, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "My name is Chen Junlin."

Fu Yan asked, "Teacher Chen, are you the only teacher left in this kindergarten?"

"Yes, all the other teachers sacrificed their lives, leaving me alone to take care of the children."

Wenren Lei looked up and asked, "How many little brats are left?"

"There are only two left."

Wenren Lei raised an eyebrow: "Two?"

He estimated there would be at least a dozen left, but now there are only two left?

Chen Junlin seemed very downcast: "There's too little food, and it's cold; the children can't hold on."

Wenren Lei noticed that Chen Junlin's complexion was rosy, not like he had been hungry. He was about to ask why he hadn't contacted the military's resettlement point when Fu Yan shook his head and gave him a wink.

Wenren Lei pursed her lips and leaned back on Fu Yan's shoulder.

Chen Junlin led the two up the stairs.

Fu Yan asked, "Teacher Chen, what's that wall of flesh outside?"

Chen Junlin lowered his head, his eyes dimming: "They are all heroes."

Wenren Lei rolled her eyes and thought to herself: You're such a sentimental fool, you're full of bad intentions.

"Oh?" Fu Yan asked, "What do you mean?"

Chen Junlin said in a low voice, "When the zombies first appeared, many children were picked up by their families, and some teachers also took the opportunity to run away."

With more than a dozen children stranded in the kindergarten, the principal and the remaining teachers set up a defense line in the kindergarten.

Later, when the food in the kindergarten ran out, the teachers went out to find supplies, and the principal and four teachers were bitten.

They hadn't turned into zombies when they brought the supplies back, so while they were still conscious, they deliberately tied themselves to the gate and the courtyard wall with wire. This served two purposes: to deter any criminals who might try to rob the kindergarten, and to prevent zombies from breaking in.

Chen Junlin's voice trembled slightly: "But later, for some reason, their flesh and blood slowly merged, and they became like this now."

Fu Yan said, "Is that middle-aged man on the wall the kindergarten director? You two look very alike. Who is he to you?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Chen Junlin's eyes. With those faces distorted like that, he could still make out the features of this person. He said, "It's my father."

Fu Yan was actually just trying to trick him, but he didn't expect him to admit it, so he said calmly, "Please accept my condolences."

Chen Junlin waved his hand to indicate that he was alright.

The three went up to the third floor, and Chen Junlin led them inside.

As he passed a classroom, Fu Yan visibly frowned.

Wenrenlei noticed this and looked up at the classroom. The sign on the door read "Ya Ya Class." A faint smell of blood wafted from inside, and he craned his neck to sniff it.

Fu Yan gently pinched the soft flesh on his buttocks to stop him from leaning forward, and continued to press Chen Junlin, "Teacher Chen, how were the bodies of the deceased teacher and child disposed of?"

Chen Junlin paused, his voice noticeably weak, and said, "I buried them in the backyard." He pushed open the door to a classroom. "The remaining two children are inside."

Fu Yan glanced at Chen Junlin's hand and asked, "Teacher Chen, are you married?"

Chen Junlin pulled his hand, adorned with his wedding ring, into his sleeve and mumbled, "Yes."

The classroom windows were tightly closed, and a pile of firewood was burning in the center of the room for warmth. In the corner, a small, completely covered nest was made up of layers of quilts, with two tiny heads peeking out from the gaps.

A little girl timidly raised her head: "Teacher Chen..."

Chen Junlin went up to her and took out a small cookie from his pocket and gave it to her: "Peach, are you hungry? Eat up."

"Thank you, teacher." Peach grabbed the cookie and took big bites.

Upon hearing the little girl's name, Wenren Lei jumped off Fu Yan.

Fu Yan then walked to the window and looked downstairs.