"Four rounds in a row."

Looking at the time, Shi Jin sent a message: "We're free to talk tomorrow."

After sending the message, he tossed his phone aside and checked the protective array left on the artificial island. It was intact and showed no signs of intrusion. Only then did Shi Jinzhe feel relieved.

Shekh leaned back on the sofa, looking exhausted: "So Jiang and the others have been entering dungeons one after another. The system wasn't lying."

"They're not lying. Let them explain in detail. If you're sleepy, why don't you take a nap?"

Shekh lay down sideways and said, "It's not that I'm tired, it's mental torture."

The next three dungeons were all rescue missions, and the deployment times were all after the apocalypse began. She and Shi Jinzhe had no buffer time, and when they opened their eyes, they saw a scene of intestines falling to the ground.

Bloodshed was never a problem for her; the problem was ensuring the safety of those being rescued during the rescue mission.

However, in Shekh’s view, this group was the biggest problem, causing more trouble than the end of the world, and they had to be made an example of every time to keep them in line.

After seeing so many, even zombies missing limbs look better than people.

Sheh picked up his phone. "All four rounds were beginner rounds, and I didn't even get a hundred points in total. This stupid system turned me into a player, but I didn't get any benefits."

You have a system message to view.

[Player* has transferred points to you.]

Shekh slammed his phone shut. "You're giving me the points I gave you?"

Instead of answering, Shi Jinzhe asked, "Do you know what this behavior is called? It's called 'borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha'." After saying that, he conjured a flower and placed it on Shehe's chest.

Shech glanced down and saw a red rose.

"If you change these flowers to white ones, it's no different for me to lie here as if my soul has left my body."

"Then move over a bit, it won't look right if I lie down next to you."

"I don't want any, it's too crowded." Shekh accepted the points and then asked, "How many did you keep for yourself?"

"two thousand."

Two thousand is enough for a player to buy dozens of lives.

But Shekh felt that 88,000 was a bit too few.

She turned Shi Jin back halfway, saying, "I'm so good to you."

"That's wonderful. I have no way to repay you but to offer myself to you."

"Just say it, you don't need to take off your clothes."

"I'm going to take a shower." Shi Jinzhe's expression was subtle. "There was no water for the last few days in the zombie world, and you wouldn't let me near you. Now you're allowed to come out?"

Shekh didn't believe him at all. "You're taking off your clothes in front of me while you're taking a shower? The bathroom is behind you."

"Actually, I was facing you because I was scared."

"Afraid of drowning?"

"Then you'll have to flood the golden bathtub."

"..."

Shi Jinzhe pulled Sheh up from the sofa. "Come on, I've seen too many monsters. I need someone to keep me company."

Shekh turned his face away without any reaction.

They can make up ghost stories anytime, anywhere.

Shi Jinzhe: "Didn't you want a big bathroom? This house is very big, more than enough to fit your tail."

"Are you talking about the bathroom or the swimming pool?"

"Yes, they are."

"...Then I'll reluctantly keep you company."

Hot water relaxes the body, soothes tense muscles, and a simple hot bath can bring you back to your most comfortable state from extreme fatigue.

The comfort of the bed made me reluctant to leave, and when I woke up the next day, it was already past four in the afternoon.

Sheh sat up from her large bed and began her new day.

I picked up the folded phone; there were two unread messages on it.

Meng Chengxi: [Do you have time now?]

Jiang Jin: [It's four o'clock in the afternoon. Are we still going to talk today?]

Shekh pulled the folded blanket over his shoulder: "Shall we still talk today?"

Shi Jinzhe blinked hard a few times to wake himself up. "Ask them what they're doing, and if they have time, pick a time to resolve this as soon as possible."

Shehe replied to Jiang Yi first, then copied and pasted the same message and sent it to Meng Chengxi.

The two replied quickly. Shehe held his phone and read to Shi Jinzhe, "Meng Chengxi went out of town this afternoon and is busy. Jiang Ling said she is collecting debts and doesn't know when she will finish. If we are not busy, we can go to see her. She will treat us to dinner."

Realizing that the kitchen hadn't been notified when the meal was ready, Shi Jinzhe simply asked, "Want to come? If you do, we'll come over."

“Go ahead, she said she’s at SKp, there’s a really good restaurant there, let her treat her.”

"Then I'll get up."

Early summer evenings are perfect for going out. After changing their clothes, the two got into the car.

The evening rush hour shows no mercy to anyone; the dinner reservation was delayed until 7:30 pm due to traffic.

Jiang was resting his chin on his hand, scrolling through his phone listlessly. He was almost past the point of being hungry when he noticed the door to the private room had been opened.

"If you don't come soon, I'm going to starve to death."

Sheh sat down opposite her, and Shi Jinzhe followed suit: "Sorry to keep you waiting, we were stuck in traffic."

Jiang joked, "With so much money, it would be great to just send a helicopter over."

"This area is a no-fly zone, and you need to apply for it in advance. I'm just an ordinary rich person, so I can't do that."

"..."

Jiang Yan's eyebrows furrowed so deeply they resembled an earthworm. "So ordinary," she thought, "I don't like hearing that."

Jiang looked at Shekh and said, "I'd better talk to you."

Shekh said calmly, "Speak."

“…Okay, fine,” Jiang said after ordering, waiting for the waiter to leave before continuing, “You’ve gone through four rounds in a row, are there many survival games?”

Shekh: "They're all about survival, they're all in the apocalypse."

Jiang Ling: "That's about right. I went through five rounds, three of which were doomsday and two were ghost escapes. None of them were difficult. The difficulty of the beginner's field is that there are several newbies in each round."

Jiang took out his phone and showed the two chat screenshots, "Before you came, I asked all the players in the same world, and more than 70% of them were in the post-apocalyptic survival genre, just like us. The system has just stuffed all the players in this world into the beginner's field."

"Because of the anomaly you mentioned," Shi Jinzhe asked, "What happened after you got home?"

“I hear a voice that keeps seducing me,” Jiang described vividly, but Sheh stopped her when she mentioned that the voice was very hoarse.

“In the City of Building Blocks, there was also a very hoarse voice that bewitched Yin Xue, and then he obtained power that did not belong to him.”

Jiang Jin: "You mean these two are the same thing?"

"Perhaps, that thing is a wisp of black mist."