The moonlight was shrouded in a thin layer of black mist, and in the darkness came continuous screams and crunching sounds.

The chaotic situation lasted for a full half hour before the surrounding sounds gradually subsided.

Lu Sheng walked briskly along the path through the messy camp, happily collecting post-war supplies.

Only the howling of zombies remained in the camp, and Lu Sheng cleaned everything up in a second after deploying his environmental protection domain.

The white people remained strictly hierarchical, with the outer perimeter of the camp resembling a slum, and the rest consisting of rusty, broken weapons or moldy, spoiled food.

After walking several dozen meters towards the center, I finally saw something of value.

Resource-based tools like water purifiers and solar panels offer ample income opportunities.

She also found some Wuchang rice that the white people had traded for from her using zombies, and put it all back into her space, which was basically a cycle.

An unexpected bonus was the discovery of a number of crystal core guns. Unlike the magnetic cannons produced by Lu Sheng's weapon workshop, these crystal core guns required a high-grade crystal core to fire each time, which was a bit extravagant.

But there's not much to be picky about when it comes to things that don't cost money, so Lu Sheng didn't mind and put them all into his space.

Besides supplies, Zhuangzhuang and Huojian worked hard to salvage various valuable but ultimately useless items from the ruins.

In just a few dozen meters, the two of them had already brought back nearly half a box of antique jewelry, all of which Lu Sheng casually tossed into her spatial storage. She didn't particularly like jewelry, but these things looked valuable; she'd give them back to Sun Tiantian and Han Rui as employee benefits.

Continuing a short distance further down the narrow path, a sudden gust of wind arose.

A wisp of sand swirled around the tip of Lu Sheng's shoe before meandering away to the side.

Lu Sheng stopped and looked around warily.

There was a brief energy fluctuation just now, which was fleeting, but she still managed to catch it keenly.

"Zhuangzhuang, get to work, stop playing with the bell."

Lu Sheng gently kicked Zhuangzhuang, who was bent over and engrossed in fiddling with the Christmas tree next to him.

As soon as she finished speaking, the scattered sand nearby suddenly swirled and gathered in a short distance ahead.

"There are still living people."

Lu Sheng looked up. At the end of the path ahead, a large clump of sand had gathered, forming a powerful sandstorm. The howling wind and the rustling sand intertwined, creating a kind of mesmerizing, hypnotic effect.

Several figures could be vaguely seen in the center of the sandstorm, seemingly engaged in a heated conversation.

After a few seconds, the speed at which the sand gathered gradually slowed down, and several figures of different heights slowly emerged from the night, walking slowly towards Lu Sheng.

"Be careful." Zhuangzhuang's thick tail stood up and gently swept towards Lu Sheng's calf.

As the distance closed, several figures were finally revealed to Lu Sheng.

The leader was a beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes, wearing an expensive-looking high-end Chanel-style suit, exquisite makeup, and high heels.

She looks like a pampered, wealthy woman who has never been beaten down by life.

Behind her were four tall, strong men dressed in combat uniforms, each holding a crystal core gun, their eyes warily scrutinizing Lu Sheng.

Several burly men were covered in blood, and it seemed they had fought their way out of the commotion.

"Why are you all so nervous? She's just a little girl," the pretty blonde girl with blue eyes said casually, glancing at Lu Sheng.

"Miss, you said the same thing last time, and then you got knocked down by a dog on the street and broke two of your ribs. And the time before that, you got a concussion from a Chinese lady."

The muscular, well-built young man beside her spoke in a low voice.

"Are you questioning my judgment?!" The pretty girl puffed out her cheeks angrily.

"I'm just stating the facts."

Lu Sheng: "..."

This group completely underestimates the English proficiency of Chinese university students, doesn't they?

Lu Sheng's English is "mute English"—he can understand but not speak.

The learning methods come from various M-dramas. I can understand general spoken communication, but all I can say when I open my mouth is "who are you?"

Aside from being able to understand the general meaning, reading, writing, and speaking are all weaknesses, highlighting an imbalance.

The conversation between these people wasn't complicated, so Lu Sheng was able to understand most of it.

When two people meet on a narrow path, the one who strikes first gets the spoils, and the one who strikes last suffers the consequences.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Sheng immediately fired two electromagnetic cannons at the other side.

"Thanks to my buddy Lu Sheng for the two super rockets." Zhuangzhuang, always eager for excitement, chimed in with his own voiceover.

A crackling electrical charge surged toward the five people opposite them. The only young girl among them changed her expression, and a thick sand wall instantly rose from the ground.

The electromagnetic cannon collided with the sand wall, immediately producing a piercing sonic boom.

Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

It can actually control sand? And at a high level, it's like a fish in water in this desert environment.

“Miss, you see, you guessed wrong again.” The burly young man calmly remarked from the side, “I suggest you take action immediately, or we’ll die here.”

“A true lady doesn’t fight. If Grandpa finds out, he’ll disqualify me from inheriting the castle.”

"Miss, your castle was destroyed in the first year of the apocalypse."

"..."

“Our family has a true noble lineage with hundreds of years of history, which is why we disdain to fight with mere commoners.”

Lu Sheng: "..."

She's still a respected successor to communism, yet she didn't become arrogant?

Besides, China has a history of five thousand years, and as a descendant of the dragon, her bloodline is even better!

"It's all your fault. You insisted on joining up with these civilians. We just arrived and haven't even had a sip of water before we're fighting."

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