Leng An took out a bottle of baijiu from somewhere, unscrewed the cap, and the rich aroma wafted into their nostrils.

He poured two glasses, but didn't drink them. Instead, he continued telling his story.

“After we ran out, we didn’t stop for a moment. There were many second-tier zombies on the road, so we unfortunately encountered a group of zombies, including several second-tier zombies.”

"We fought desperately, but at that time, even my weapons were taken away by the people of Kyoto. What could I do with only first-tier spiritual energy?"

"So we were surrounded by zombies. At that time, the four of us had very little energy left, so we hid in several extremely smelly garbage cans. Back then, no one emptied the garbage cans; they had been filled with garbage for more than three months. But we still endured it. However, our wounds still got infected when they came into contact with the putrid dirty water."

"It was as if Lady Luck was on my side, and I was fortunate enough to find some medicines that were piled up in the warehouse of a convenience store."

"But luck wasn't as good as I thought. After treating the wounds of both of them, Shen Han and I looked at the only medicine available and neither of us touched it. We knew that in the apocalypse, any wound that wasn't treated in time could lead to death."

"Shen Han is really gentle. She insisted on giving me the medicine. I admit I'm afraid of dying. I don't want to die. My enemy is still alive. But I still refused. I said a boy's body is much better than a girl's."

“We spent the night in a convenience store. I was in so much pain that I couldn’t sleep and kept tossing and turning. But I felt someone rummaging through the bag of medicine next to me. I thought to myself, even the gentlest person would succumb to the fear of death in the end times.”

“But I was wrong. It was indeed Shen Han who secretly took the medicine. I didn’t move at the time, afraid that she would be afraid to take it because of this. But she applied the medicine to my wound. At that time, I jumped up because of the pain, and found that she was holding a nearly empty disinfectant and a mineral water bottle.”

"I wanted to slap myself right then and there. She had a huge wound on her arm. My movements were so big that she was startled and pulled on the wound, but she still told me not to move."

"Could I agree? But the medicine was almost used up. What could I do? I was afraid of dying. I shamelessly watched her apply the medicine to me."

"In the apocalypse, medicine is more precious than food. We searched for days but couldn't find any. I just watched her die right in front of me!"

"Do you know what she said? She said she was a little sleepy and wanted to take a nap. I, this useless person, actually comforted myself by saying that she was really just asleep!" Leng An had probably drunk some alcohol, and his tone became agitated as he pounded the ground with his fist.

The ground was covered with fist marks, which showed how much force Leng An had used.

“Sometimes when I see Shen Han smiling at me, I always think of that sentence, and I always think of the useless self in my previous life.”

“Even Ouyang Ningxue, a martial arts prodigy, died because of me.”

“Back then, we teamed up with several second-tier psionicists to hunt third-tier zombies. As a result, all of them died, and we only consumed some of the energy of the third-tier zombies. But Ouyang Ningxue, even with an arm torn off, stood in front of me and fought a third-tier zombie alone.”

"I was so pathetic. I was hiding behind a woman. The gap between her and a third-tier zombie was too big, but she traded injuries for injuries and in the end, she made me a third-tier psionicist. I can't forget the image of her covered in blood, clutching that iron rod until her death."

“I can’t forget what she told me at the time: take good care of Xie Ke’er. I could only blame myself for my incompetence and curse myself for my stupidity, but I still couldn’t bring her back to life.”

“Even Xie Ke’er, we used to depend on each other for survival in the apocalypse, becoming each other’s glimmer of hope. We progressed together, but those damned zombies have evolved intelligence. No matter how we escape, we will be found. What awaits us is an endless battle.”

"Xie Ke'er is dead too. We were chased by the horde of zombies, running around like headless flies. The girl who said she would stay with me for life is dead too."

"In my utter despair, I considered following her in death, but I chickened out. Even in this hopeless world, I still want to live."

"So I went back to that place I disliked, which was Kyoto. At that time, I was already a fourth-level psionicist. There, my strength was considered very strong, and no one dared to provoke me."

"So I calmly cleared out the zombies and improved my strength, and soon reached the fifth level. I thought that was how my life would be. But when I was advancing to the sixth level, my girlfriend from before the apocalypse, Si Yangxi, found me with her group of people. I was ambushed and killed without any chance to defend myself."

"I will never forget their ugly faces until I die. Looking back on my previous life, I was always losing, like a joke." Leng An probably felt that drinking from a glass wasn't enough, so after pouring himself a glass, he picked up the bottle and gulped it down.

The strong liquor made his face turn red, and he coughed incessantly.

"However, I was reborn. I killed my enemies, I found my companions, and they are all still alive, hahaha." Leng An threw the bottle far away, the remaining wine mixed with the bottle shards scattered all over the ground.

Just like Leng An's life in her previous life, it was fragile and broken.

"Well then, congratulations." Li Xuanzu picked up one of the cups on the ground, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. He then gently loosened the cup, and shards of glass scattered all over the ground.

"I wish you all the best." Li Xuanzu picked up the glass of wine that Leng An hadn't drunk, looked at Leng An who was drunk and lying on the ground, and murmured.

As the wine in his glass was emptied, Li Xuanzu hoisted Leng An onto his shoulder and headed toward the truck.

"The wine is good, but as for the story, well..."