Wherever they went, there were scattered animal carcasses everywhere, and some foreign superhumans lay wounded on the outskirts of M City.

"Dig out all the crystal cores of these strange birds and take them away. Burn all the remaining corpses," Ma Dongmei immediately ordered.

As the post-apocalyptic mutants continue to evolve, every corpse is now a potential risk.

Ma Dongmei and Lin Xiaobao, along with Lü Song and the bespectacled young man, rushed to the front line and quickly cleaned up the scene with swift, decisive strokes of their knives.

Su Zheng and Zhao Mujia had just rescued a group that had escaped from a nearby small base and shared some water and food with them. One of the women, a middle-aged woman named Yang Meng, was particularly enthusiastic towards Su Zheng, constantly trying to make conversation by following him around.

"Are you digging for crystal cores? Let me help!" Yang Meng said, reaching for the special bone scraper in Ma Dongmei's hand.

Zhao Mujia frowned. "You should rest. We don't need you here."

"Oh, let me help! You've all worked so hard. Many hands make light work." Yang Meng's voice was tender and sweet, paired with her round, baby-faced features.

She reached out and grabbed the knife from Ma Dongmei's hand, pulling and tugging as she tried to take it, while simultaneously leaning towards Su Zheng.

Just as the two of them were struggling, with a soft "plop," the bone scraper got stuck in the bone crevice of the strange bird's head.

The blade, which suddenly stopped, slashed through Ma Dongmei's glove.

Lin Xiaobao panicked and pushed Yang Meng down, grabbing Ma Dongmei's fingers to examine them.

Fortunately... the gloves were made of the latest improved fabric by Xu Yi, and the blade only cut the outer layer of the gloves without damaging the inner layer.

Su Zheng, Zhao Mujia, and the others immediately dropped what they were doing and hurriedly got up to check on Ma Dongmei's condition.

Cutting your finger is no joke.