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

The next day, the two went to Warehouse Center No. 2 to stock up on daily necessities.

Everything else is secondary; clothing, shoes, hats, hygiene products, and cleaning supplies are essential. If Fu Yan's storage space runs out, Wenren Lei will prioritize stocking up on these life-saving necessities.

His fever wouldn't go down, and he was too weak to speak. He quietly lay on Fu Yan's back, watching him clear out rows of shelves.

In just one morning, 15 warehouses, each 3,000 square meters in size, in Warehouse No. 2 were completely emptied.

The two returned to the car at lunchtime. There were many clothes in the space, all kinds of them. Wenren Lei changed Fu Yan into a suitable outfit.

He had a high fever and no appetite, but managed to eat a few bites. He then changed the dressing on the wound on his forehead while looking in the mirror.

After Fu Yan finished eating, Wenren Lei carefully removed the gauze from his face to prepare for changing his dressing.

As soon as the lid was lifted, a piece of flesh from Fu Yan's face fell straight onto Wenren Lei's leg, and the stench of decay instantly filled the air, causing Wenren Lei's eyes to redden on the spot.

"Huh?"

Wenren Lei waved her hand: "I'm fine, Brother Yan. Give me a needle and thread, I'll sew up your face."

With the needle and thread in hand, Wenren Lei put on a mask and began mending Fu Yan's rotten half of his face, stitch by stitch.

The once aloof and quiet man had become like this, and Wenren Lei felt very bad. If it weren't for saving her, Fu Yan could probably have lived a good life in the apocalypse.

After sewing up Fu Yan and wrapping him in gauze, Wenren Lei, who was high in fever and exhausted, leaned against Fu Yan's chest and dozed off: "Brother Yan, it's so cold."

Fu Yan activated his fire elemental power to warm Wenren Lei.

Wenrenlei complained softly, "Sleeping in the car is not comfortable at all..."

In the afternoon, the two arrived at Warehouse Center No. 3.

Wenren Lei forced herself to stay awake, hanging listlessly on Fu Yan.

The items here aren't that important; they're electronics, gold, skincare products, cosmetics, and high-end luxury goods.

"Brother Yan, if there's not enough space, we won't take any."

Fu Yan raised his hand and put away the tablet computers that covered an entire wall, to show that there was enough space.

Wenren Lei leaned against his back and chuckled, "Alright, I know you're amazing, so take it all."

After Fu Yan finished collecting all the items in Warehouse No. 3, Wenren Lei said, "Let's stop here for today. Tomorrow we'll go to Warehouse No. 4. Actually, we should get some weapons..."

Wenren Lei fell silent before he could finish speaking. Fu Yan couldn't tell whether he had fallen asleep or fainted. He simply carried him back to the car and used his supernatural ability to warm him up.

His bloodshot eyes scanned the car's interior, silently noting: the car is too small, it's uncomfortable to sleep in, and Leilei will frown.

Wenren Lei slept for four hours before slowly waking up. He glanced at the time; it was past ten o'clock, and the sky was completely dark.

The car was still parked at the entrance of Warehouse No. 3. Fu Yan couldn't drive after turning into a zombie, so Wenren Lei had no choice but to drive home despite her fatigue and drowsiness.

The sound of the engine attracted dozens of zombies to follow the car.

Wenren Lei silently accelerated.

He suddenly understood Wenren Yu. Since his parents passed away, Wenren Yu, who was only five years older than him, had been working non-stop, shouldering the family business, balancing his studies, and taking care of his burdensome younger brother. He dared not stop for a moment.

Wenren Lei sighed: "It's really tiring to carry the burden of life alone. Brother, I won't complain about you not spending time with me anymore."

"Huh?" Fu Yan sensed his dejection and tugged at his sleeve.

Wenren Lei turned her head and smiled: "It's alright, Brother Yan, just sit still."

On the third day of the stockpiling operation, Wenren Lei had reached her limit. She took her temperature in the morning and it had reached a terrifying 42 degrees Celsius.

But he had no choice. In the face of the apocalyptic catastrophe, every day he delayed stockpiling supplies meant another twist of fate.

Warehouse Center No. 4 is the largest and most complex of the warehouses.

Wenren Lei parked the car and jumped onto Fu Yan's back, as he was too tired to walk any further.

"Brother Yan, go to Area A first and get the coal, building materials, solar panels, and diesel generator."

With these supplies, we don't need to worry about the temperature dropping further.

In addition to these types, Wenrenlei also discovered approximately 70,000 sets of portable gas stoves and gas cylinders in Area A.

If the villa area falls, it's only a matter of time before he has to wander with Fu Yan. With a portable gas stove, he can still show off his meager culinary skills in the apocalypse.

Wenren Lei touched Fu Yan's face: "Let's go, to Area B, get the hardware tools, seeds, and potting soil."

This way, we can continue farming and maintain sustainable development. In the future, vegetable and fruit seeds will probably be more expensive than gold.

By the time Fu Yan had walked through the entire No. 4 warehouse center, it was already past four in the afternoon.

Wenren Lei was carrying a chainsaw. He hadn't expected there to be such a good thing in the warehouse. There were more than 30,000 of them, which would be practically unstoppable in the apocalypse.

After all, truth lies beneath the chainsaw.

The last stop was Wenrenjia chain supermarket, which incorporated all six floors of supermarkets into its space, regardless of their type.

Wenren Lei chuckled as he looked at the empty shopping mall: "My brother taught me to keep the good stuff in the family, and I'll carry that out to the end."

Wenrenlei did some calculations and realized that she also needed to stockpile gasoline, diesel, and most importantly, medicine.

Gasoline and diesel can be obtained from gas stations. Due to the special nature of Fu Yan Space, containers are not needed; the fuel can be directly condensed into clumps for storage without contaminating other materials.

As for the medicine… Wenren Lei looked at Fu Yan with a sly smile.

His brother Yan was the president of a top global pharmaceutical group before his death. Is it too much to ask him to take some medicine and medical equipment from the Fu family's warehouse?

Not at all excessive.

Without further ado, Wenrenlei drove Fu Yan to drain more than twenty large gas stations and two 10,000-ton-class oil depots.

Then they headed straight for the Fu family's warehouse, collecting supplies from any shops they encountered along the way, including car dealerships and baby product stores.

Who cares, the more the merrier, I don't care if people shed tears.

"Brother Yan, remember to only take half, and leave the other half for the other survivors."

After all, it wasn't their own property, and it was meant to give other survivors hope for survival.

When they arrived at the Fu family warehouse, Fu Yan had already collected supplies from dozens of shops, large and small, and also took all the books from the city center library.

Wenren Lei had a gut feeling that these books would be very important in the future; as long as civilization lives, there is hope for the future.

He was so tired that he couldn't lift his arms, so he simply lay on Fu Yan's body and only used his mouth, although he always did this.

Wenren Lei grabbed Fu Yan's right hand and entered his fingerprint, and the warehouse door opened immediately.

A piercing scream rang out: "Who!!"

Wenren Lei was startled, and with a "snap," rows of warehouse lights were switched on.

A man ahead looked terrified, dragging a suitcase and carrying a large backpack; he seemed to be there to stock up on medicine as well.

Upon seeing Fu Yan, the man was terrified and screamed, "A ghost!!"