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

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"Get out!"

Fu Yan flashed forward and tackled the person holding the powerful flashlight to the ground.

Wenren Lei had warned him not to bite people easily, so Fu Yan held the person down to intimidate him.

Because he was wrapped up so tightly, no one realized that Fu Yan was a zombie.

Wenrenlei moved her hand away, and only looked at the group of people after her eyes adjusted to the light. They were all wearing warehouse work clothes and holding riot forks and spiked clubs. It seemed that they had taken refuge in the warehouse after the virus outbreak.

"It's... Young Master Wenren?!" Fan Yicheng, the head warehouse manager, changed his expression instantly when he saw Wenren Lei.

Wenren Lei replied calmly, "Yes, I've come to collect the supplies."

Fan Yicheng immediately put on a fawning smile and waved his hand, shouting, "Quickly, put down your weapons! This is our young master!"

The men were reluctant and slowly dropped their weapons on the ground.

Wenren Lei raised her chin at Fu Yan: "Come back."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yan released the person in his arms and silently retreated to Wenren Lei's side.

"Young Master, how much would you like? I'll arrange it for you right away." Fan Yicheng bowed and scraped, his smile utterly insincere.

Wenren Lei didn't answer, but only asked, "Has my brother been here?"

Fan Yicheng's eyes darted around: "Wenren Zong has never been here. If you've lost contact with Wenren Zong, young master, I dare not touch these supplies. They're all registered, and I have no authority without Wenren Zong's permission."

As Fan Yicheng said this, he gripped the spiked club tightly, his eyes revealing a murderous intent. The others also raised their weapons again.

Wenren Lei glanced at the torn food packaging bags scattered on the ground, sneered, and thought to himself, "These people were eating greasy food in the warehouse, and now they're talking to me about rules."

He's just using his brother's name to try and monopolize the warehouse.

But if you steal his "Tears of the Human" item, you won't survive.

There was nothing more to say. Wenren Lei took off her goggles, hung them around her neck, and bluntly said, "Come at me all at once. Whoever dies is the one who's incompetent."

Fan Yicheng, relying on his superior numbers, didn't take the two men seriously at all. He grinned lewdly, revealing his yellow teeth, and said, "Brothers, haven't you ever played with a rich man's young master before? Look at this handsome young man with his delicate skin and tender flesh. Let's catch him alive and have some fun!"

"Our manager really understands us!"

"Brothers, let's go!"

A lewd laugh erupted as the crowd, weapons in hand, surged forward.

Wenren Lei squinted and turned to Fu Yan, saying, "We can kill now; it's self-defense."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yan rushed out like lightning, purple electricity crackling around his hands. He grabbed a person's neck with one hand and twisted it gently. The person didn't even have time to struggle before he died.

In the early days of the apocalypse, very few people awakened supernatural abilities. Fan Yicheng was terrified by this terrifying combat power, screaming as he fled towards the back door, constantly pushing his subordinates towards Fu Yan: "Monster! He's a monster! Kill him!"

Fan Yicheng frantically pulled the door latch, while Wenren Lei slowly walked over, carrying her golf club. He didn't really want to fight; he was too weak right now. But he couldn't bear to see anyone scolding Fu Yan.

Wenren Lei gathered her strength and slammed the pole hard into the back of Fan Yicheng's head.

Fan Yicheng's eyes rolled back and he fell straight to the ground. Wenren Lei raised a foot and stepped on his chest, leaning down to look at him coldly: "That's called an ability user, not a monster, understand?"

Fan Yicheng rolled his eyes, naturally unable to answer.

Wenren Lei withdrew her foot, the golf club slammed down again, and she walked away without looking back.

Fu Yan had finished off the remaining people, but he seemed to still feel unsatisfied. A ball of fire suddenly shot out from his palm and he casually threw it onto the corpses, setting them ablaze.

Wenren Lei was somewhat surprised, not expecting that Fu Yan could not only play with electricity, but also control fire.

He reached out and patted the furious Fu Yan: "Alright, don't be angry. Go get the supplies."

The two arrived at the shelf, and Wenren Lei frantically stuffed food into her backpack, unable to help but complain in a low voice, "This bag is still too small, not even enough to fill a gap between your teeth."

Fu Yan looked at him quietly.

Hearing the person's tears, he sighed with sorrow. The corpse felt very sorry for him, but the corpse had a solution.

Fu Yan poked Wenren Lei.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Yan turned his palm up, a flash of white light appeared, and the shelves were instantly emptied.

Wenren Lei's pupils dilated in shock: "This is... a storage space?"

Fu Yan took out several boxes of cooking oil that he had stored in his spatial storage and showed them to Wenren Lei.

This is fantastical. Having two superpowers is already outrageous, but to have a spatial dimension is even more incredible!

This greatly reduces the difficulty of survival.

Wenren Lei was so excited she felt dizzy, hugging him and kissing him several times: "What other surprises do you have that I don't know about!"

"roar--!"

Fu Yan was so happy that he carried Wenren Lei on his shoulder and ran wildly through the warehouse.

Wherever it went, supplies, shelves, and boxes were all stored in its space.

In less than ten minutes, the 3,000-square-meter warehouse was reduced to a clean floor and a few charred corpses.

Wenren Lei leaned on his shoulder and laughed, ignoring the dizziness she felt from being jostled around by Fu Yan: "Are you trying to tell me that the space has a particularly large capacity?"

"Aww!"

Wenren Lei hugged his bandaged head and kissed his face: "Good Yan-ge, you're the best, I'm so happy."

Fu Yan happily carried Wenren Lei out of the warehouse, only to be met by a zombie that he kicked away.

Wenren Lei patted Fu Yan on the back: "There are three more warehouses like this in Area A. Can you take them all?"

"Aww!"

It took one person and one corpse an entire morning to collect all 17 warehouses in the 50,000-square-meter storage center into the space.

Wenren Lei did a rough calculation and found that even considering Fu Yan's terrifying appetite after his transformation into a zombie, these supplies could feed him for more than 30,000 years.

The subsequent collection of supplies from cold storage facilities and supermarkets could even sustain a base of 100,000 people for up to five years.

But he doesn't plan to build a base; that's something only a spendthrift would do.

The two finished their simple lunch in the car, and Wenren Lei took fever-reducing medicine and curled up in Fu Yan's arms for a nap.

He suddenly asked softly, "Brother Yan, Fan Yicheng said you're a monster, are you upset?"

Fu Yan let out a blank "Aww".

As Wenren Lei grew sleepy, her voice grew softer and softer: "It's okay, Fu Yan. Even if you really are a monster, it doesn't matter."

You're a monster.

I'm a crazy person who raises monsters.

We're just right.

Fu Yan couldn't understand what Wenren Lei was saying, but he could sense that Wenren Lei liked him very much, so he quietly hugged him tighter.

After recovering briefly, the man and the corpse headed straight for the underground cold storage.

Fu Yan handled the two thousand tons of frozen goods with ease, as if this space had no end.

Wenren Lei sat at the entrance of the cold storage, checking the supplies in a small notebook. As she ticked things off, she muttered to herself, "All kinds of frozen meat, fresh fruits and vegetables, aquatic products and seafood, frozen staple foods, ice cream, frozen desserts, dairy products, cooked food sauces, eggs... plus the supplies in Warehouse No. 1. Hmm, we're completely free from worries about food and drink."

After checking the supplies, Wenren Lei put away her notebook, took out a knife, and cut open an apple and a potato.

These two things are the best indicators of how well food is kept in a space.

"Brother Yan, put it in the space to test its shelf life. If the space can't keep it fresh, we'll have to find a way to sell the supplies and exchange them for resources as much as possible."

Fu Yan did as instructed and put the chopped apples and potatoes into his spatial storage.