When Zhuang Zhao went back to her room to change clothes, take a shower, and do laundry, she kept the baby within her sight, fearing that something might happen to her ancestor.

If this were your own child, you'd have to keep their eyes open 24/7, which would be quite torturous.

So children are here to torment their parents; they repay kindness with kindness and vengeance with vengeance. Whether they are obedient or not is entirely up to fate.

When Su Meiren returned, Yan Shi had just woken up and was listless. Zhuang Zhao suspected that she might be sick and was taking her temperature.

"What's wrong?" Su Meiren asked.

"I feel dizzy and don't want to do anything. I just want to space out."

"That's perfect. The alien races are all busy fighting for the king. Once they've fought their way out, the zombie king will definitely use humans for entertainment. You should hurry and go to a completely safe place to take refuge."

"Huh? Corpse King? Don't we already have a Corpse King?" Yan Shi told Su Meiren about their previous speculation.

"That should be a pseudo-corpse king. It has never experienced battle, but its strength overwhelms other alien species, and it will directly gain the submission of the alien species. However, if there are equally strong opponents, a true corpse king will emerge from the battle."

"The appearance of your partner disrupted the balance of the alien species here, so a fight broke out. Only one of the Pseudo-Corpse King and your partner can survive?"

"Yes, but it's also possible that they both suffer heavy losses, and other alien species can take advantage of the situation."

"So what are you doing here? Isn't it better to stay in District Nine? Now you're indirectly pushing them to evolve," Yan Shi complained.

"Even if we hadn't come, a mutant of comparable strength would have emerged; it was inevitable."

Are you sure about what you're saying?

"Sure."

"I'll take you to the Sang family for refuge."