As soon as the Marquis returned, he smelled an indescribable odor. Although it wasn't strong, it was still quite noticeable.

"Have you got anything new at home?"

"We've got another ancestor."

"Um?"

"I saw a cat on the road and brought it home. It was timid but fierce, and it was dirty and smelly."

"Then why did you bring it back?" Quan Hou said with a look of disgust.

"If we don't bring it back, it will be eaten."

"Give it a bath."

“I read an article that said kittens with severe stress reactions can be scared to death when they are bathed, and I think its stress reaction is quite severe now.”

"Just drug it and wash it off. When we get back, I'll prepare a formula that works with it and put it in the food."

"Won't it hurt its body? It's so thin, it's all skin and bones." Yan Shi showed Quan Hou the photos she had just taken.

“Then I’ll reduce the dosage a bit more. But aren’t all these stray cats covered in parasites? I know a veterinarian, I can have him clean them up for you. If you’re going to keep one, then take good care of it.”

"I never knew you were so kind-hearted." Yan Shi was stunned.

"I used to have a cat, but it wasn't very bright. It ran away and got lost. When I found it again, it was covered in injuries, the kind that clearly showed it had been abused for a long time. New and old injuries were piled up together, and it would cry out in pain no matter where I touched it. Later, I took it to the vet, and they removed thirty-three needles from its body. The injuries were too severe, and coupled with long-term malnutrition, its internal organs were damaged. It didn't last long before it went to cat heaven."

Yan Shi fell silent.

"By the way, the vet I was talking about is the one I met that time. He's a cat lover, so he should be very willing to help."

"What's the address? I'll take the cat there tomorrow."

"No rush, I'll contact them in a bit."

While Yan Shi was still waiting for news, Quan Hou's friend came up with a medicine box.

"Let me take a look first. If it's serious, I'll take you to the vet for a more detailed examination."

"This is troublesome."

"The external injury isn't serious. I'll get the results of the feline panleukopenia, parasites, and infectious diseases when I get back. It seems like there shouldn't be any problems. Maybe because it was hurt by humans before, it's still quite afraid of people. Just be patient with it."

"Can I give it a bath?"

"I'll do it."

Yan Shi watched as the fierce cat slowly lowered its guard under his touch, and felt extremely sad.

Before leaving, the veterinarian gave Yan Shi some advice on cat care and nutrition.

"Anyway, give me a call if you need anything."

After seeing the veterinarian off, Yan Shi breathed a sigh of relief.

"I feel like I'm hosting a teacher, and I'm holding my breath like this the whole time," Yan Shi complained to Zhuang Zhao, glancing at the sleeping cat, her heart softening.

"The road was closed at noon today, and we don't know where the alien species is."

"We will definitely let you know as soon as we arrive."

"That mutant from last time was quite scary. Do you think there might be mutants that don't want to eat people?"

"Maybe so. It's an instinct for zombies to eat people, and it's also an instinct for people to eat food. But there are also people who are anorexic. If zombies can survive without eating people, there should be some zombies that don't want to eat people."

"I don't want to have that, otherwise I'll feel guilty."

"It's okay. I'll do the things that you find difficult. Having an accomplice makes me feel much more at ease."

"It's as if I'm going to do something bad," Yan Shi said angrily.

Another day has passed, the day the aliens are expected to approach District 7. District 11 has equipped everyone with a wristband with a location tracking function, which allows them to pinpoint the location of the zombie horde. However, the aliens are faster and may infiltrate the area ahead of time.

Many squads went to the entrance and exit to keep an eye on the direction of District 11, hoping to be the first to know that danger was approaching, or perhaps to witness the spectacular sight of the zombie horde.

Before death comes, there are always people who feel they are not afraid.

Yan Shi and Zhuang Zhao also went there. Compared to the zombies, what they saw first was the dust rising up, sweeping in from the distant horizon.

"Even if these are locusts, they can eat us up without leaving any bones. This number is really excessive."

"There seems to be a theory that the alien species is intentionally increasing the number of zombies, but at the same time, there is also cannibalism among the zombies. It is unknown whether this is due to hunting instinct or growth. In fact, there have been cases of humans being kept in captivity."

"It feels like I'm about to build a kingdom."

"Humans will not let them have their way."

"I hope so. Let's go find Tong Ying and meet up. They should be fighting soon."

Everyone ate first, and Yan Shi deliberately ate less, but put a few more candies in his pocket.

At 3 PM, cloudy, an announcement was made that the zombie horde was 3 kilometers away from District 7 and had entered firing range; the attack should begin immediately.

After the bombing, it was time for the squad to take over. Tong Ying's hands transformed into blades, and every strike was a kill. The mutated parts of the aliens would automatically target the zombies, so she didn't need to be very accurate.

Chang Ge wields twin butterfly swords, also known as the Eight-Cut Swords. His swordsmanship is exquisite and unique, combining offense and defense with unparalleled ferocity. With each strike, even the most cunning and ruthless opponent is hard to defend against. The Eight-Cut Swords have a unique structure, with every part of the blade proving advantageous.

The core theory of the Eight-Cut Sword lies in speed. The speed of the sword is faster than anyone can imagine. Chang Ge has been practicing since he was a child, but at that time he was not using a real sword, but a wooden sword.

After all, it would be strange to carry a real knife in peacetime. It wasn't until she came of age that her parents handed her the real knife and told her to pass it down.

Only after the apocalypse did she truly grasp these two swords, using them to protect herself and her friends.

Yuan Xinle stood behind the two people, with two life-sized puppet figures guarding her like two guardian deities, and a ferocious puppet dog at her feet.

The three worked together seamlessly, preventing the zombies from getting close.

Zhong Ling didn't come this time. She's not good at close combat, and she's not an alien. It would be terrible if she got infected by a zombie.

Yan Shi and Zhuang Zhao were not far from the three of them. Zhuang Zhao's puppet was not yet fully formed. He could only make a simple puppet pig at the moment. It charged around and scattered the surrounding zombies, allowing Yan Shi to control the rhythm instead of being controlled by the zombies.

All the squads were handling the situation with ease. Amidst the dense horde of zombies, each squad had a clear space around them, which, when viewed from a high vantage point, resembled flowers blooming on the ground.

"How beautiful! Humans are simply works of art from heaven."

"We also evolved from humans."

"But we've become ugly, both in terms of body temperature and the color of our blood."

"I think it looks pretty good."

"What kind of normal aesthetic sense can a guy with a hole in the back of his head have?"

"You have no right to question my aesthetic sense just because you're missing an eye."

"Do you want to die?"

“I’m already dead, as if I’m still alive.”

Why did you provoke him? Don't you want your head?

"We are very lonely, which is why we yearn for humans so much."

Speak like a human.

"Don't be fooled by my arguing with him. He wouldn't dare to eat me. My value is far greater than yours."

"It seems like he has a serious illness!"

"Send down the intermediate-level officers and have them prioritize picking out lone individuals to infiltrate District Seven. I need living aliens."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The battlefield, where humanity held an overwhelming advantage, has begun to shift in direction.