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

Wenren Lei stood up and stretched: "Let's go, Brother Yan, it's time to get to work. Let's find out which base needs to collect crystal cores."

Fu Yan said, "Wanzi and I will go. You can rest in the car."

When Wanzi heard Fu Yan mention it, it immediately climbed out of the sandpit, covered in sand, and rushed to sit down at Fu Yan's feet, looking ready to serve at any moment.

"Okay, I'm going back to sleep. Thanks for your hard work, you two." Gathering clues is a tiring and low-paying job, not suitable for a lazy person like him.

"Awoo—" Maruko shouted excitedly upon receiving the mission.

"Good meatballs." Wenren Lei squatted down, hooked the puppy's chin, and turned to walk into the car.

This was the first time he had ever seen a dog possessed by a cow or horse, and it actually loved working so much.

Wenren Lei took a comfortable bath in the car, then slept for a while. Bored, she went into the kitchen to experiment with cooking, burning two pots in the process. It wasn't until evening that the corpse and the dog, who had been gathering information, returned.

As soon as the car door opened, Wenren Lei immediately dropped the blame and rushed to Fu Yan's side: "Tell me quickly, tell me quickly."

"Wait a minute." Fu Yan walked into the bathroom and threw the meatballs in. Wenren Lei followed closely behind, rubbing her hands together with an expectant look on her face.

Fu Yan, with his back against the wall, said, "This city only has one small survivor base called Cloud Map Base. We can sneak in and take a look."

Wenren Lei immediately grabbed Fu Yan's hand and pulled him outside, saying, "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"Don't rush," Fu Yan said. "Let's pack up first before we set off."

"What's there to tidy up?"

Fu Yan shook his head helplessly: "Look at yourself, do you look like a refugee?"

Wenren Lei looked down at his spotless white sweater and trousers, then glanced at himself in the bathroom mirror. His reflection showed a rosy complexion and smooth, radiant skin, a stark contrast to the haggard appearance of a survivor. He asked, "What should I do?"

"Easy." Fu Yan threw two tattered objects out of his spatial storage, and a pungent, sour smell instantly filled the carriage.

"Ugh—" Wenren Lei covered her nose and jumped five meters away. "Where did you find this toilet paper?!"

Fu Yan said with a smile, "These clothes were taken from zombies."

Wenren Lei was horrified: "You want me to wear this?! And aren't you a germaphobe?!"

Fu Yan said, "So we'll wash them and then wear them."

Wenren Lei: ...It seems I suddenly don't really want to look for that Mr. Wenren anymore.

After hesitating for a long time, he made his lowest request: "Don't use the washing machine in the car."

"Okay." Fu Yan smiled, put the zombie clothes into his spatial storage, and walked out of the carriage.

Wenren Lei, clinging to the car door, added, "Wash it with disinfectant, use it often."

Fu Yan solemnly stated that he had received the instructions.

He placed a new washing machine on the open ground, used lightning as a power source, and used five large buckets of laundry disinfectant to wash two sets of clothes more than a dozen times before carrying them back to the RV.

Wenren Lei looked at the tattered sweater, pants, and coat, which resembled a worn-out mop head, with a look of disgust: "I feel like they're even worse now."

Fu Yan shook the clothes, and the cotton wadding fell to the ground like snowflakes: "They were ruined by the washing machine, but they look better on me this way."

The phrase "looks good on" was something Wenren Lei had only heard from the tailor who came to take his measurements. He gave a dry laugh: "Fu Yan, is this what happens when you marry me?"

"My dear child, you've been wronged."

"Oh."

After the two changed their clothes, Wenren Lei felt something was still missing. Just as he was pondering this, Fu Yan suddenly wiped his face. Wenren Lei looked over in confusion: "What are you doing?"

Fu Yan smiled and held up the mirror for him to see: "This looks much more realistic."

Wenren Lei looked down and saw several streaks of black charcoal ash on his face. He touched his chin and admired himself, saying, "Even with all this makeup, how can I still look so handsome?"

"There's nothing I can do, you're naturally beautiful." Fu Yan said, smearing a few more smears on his own face.

"Awoo~" Maruko had just finished taking a bath and ran out of the bathroom. At this moment, it smelled sweet and was glowing white, and was in a state of confidence.

Wenren Lei looked over and smiled lovingly: "Son, come here, let me do some special effects makeup for you."

A short while later, the sound of a dog barking could be heard in the carriage.

The two packed up the A1-V and set off, carrying the resentful black coal ball.

Yuntu claims to be a base, but in reality it's just a walled community with a registration checkpoint at the gate, where a few survivors rush to queue up to register.

Wenren Lei stood at a distance, hands on hips, observing: "This wall looks like it was built by an earth elementalist."

"Hmm." Fu Yan squatted on the ground, huddled together with Wanzi, seemingly busy with something.

At the registration desk, two tall, burly men snatched the survivor's backpack, dumped all the items onto the snow, picked out the food and water, and only then allowed the survivor to enter.

Wenren Lei gestured with her chin toward the base gate: "Is that a robbery?"

Fu Yan stood up and put a tattered black beanie on Wenren Lei's head: "A common problem with small bases."

"What did you put on me?" Wenren Lei glanced at Fu Yan.

The brim of the hat pressed down on Wenren Lei's hair, obscuring his eyes. Fu Yan raised his hand to brush away the strands of hair and tucked the ends into the hat.

"Maruko just scratched your hat for you. It's so cold outside, wearing it will keep you warm."

"Awoo~" Blackie perched on Fu Yan's shoulder, proudly taking credit.

"Heh." Wenren Lei touched her hat with disdain, crossed her arms, and walked towards the entrance of the base.

There were three or four survivors lined up at the entrance. One person, one corpse, and one dog went over and stood at the end of the line.

Wenren Lei looked up and surveyed the registration desk. Behind the desk sat a blond-haired man wearing a heavy mink coat, with his legs propped up on the desk and swinging his legs with his eyes closed.

Fu Yan whispered, "That's a superhuman."

How did you know?

Fu Yan smiled mysteriously: "Because he dares to show his ankles."

Wenrenlei looked over and saw that Huangmao was wearing black tight pants, revealing a section of his dark yellow ankles. Large patches of white skin flakes were floating on his skin, and they started to fall off in a rustling sound when he swayed his leg.

Wenren Lei felt itchy all over, wishing she could go blind immediately.

The line slowly moved forward. When it was Wenren Lei and Fu Yan's turn, two burly men at the table said in rough voices, "Take out all the supplies you're carrying for inspection!"

"No," Wenren Lei said, spreading her hands. "I don't even have any luggage."

The burly man sized up Wenren Lei for a couple of seconds, a clear mockery on his face, and turned back to say, "Brother, this kid came here for free."

The blond-haired man behind the registration desk opened his eyes, swung his legs even harder, flicked his bowl-cut bangs, and squinted at the two men: "Who are you to be so arrogant?"

Wenren Lei couldn't help wanting to look at his ankles, and secretly pinched herself to stop herself: "I'm a water elementalist, is that enough?"

The blond-haired man's eyes instantly cleared: "How do you prove it?"

Wenren Lei raised her hand and threw out a handful of water.

The blond-haired man softened his tone, but still raised his chin and asked, "What level? How much water can you supply per day?"

Wenren Lei decided to disguise herself as a B-level ability user and said, "B-level, six tons, I guess."

"Oh dear, look at the mess this has made." The blond-haired man stood up, walked around the table, and stood in front of Wenren Lei, wanting to shake hands. "Welcome to the Cloud Atlas Base."

Wenren Lei's eyelids twitched wildly: "I have a skin disease that is contagious, so I won't shake hands."

The blond-haired man recoiled as if electrocuted: "Brother, you're awesome, and kind-hearted too." He continued, "According to the rules, we need to do a quick check for zombie scratches or bites, okay?"

Wenren Lei nodded: "Whatever."