The battle was extremely fierce. Even Song Xia was nearly exhausted in the end, but with his last bit of strength, he managed to drive away the low-level zombies.

She leaned against the wall, her dark eyes fixed on Song Ziming and the others. Only when she saw that they were all alright did she close her eyes tightly.

"Let's go back to the new district!" Lao Hei and Lao Luo were overjoyed, but Song Ziming and the others hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

“Mother Song is not fully recovered, and we don’t want the people in the new district to take risks with us.”

"Sister Song has been fighting the zombies with us, so there won't be any problems, and no one will object to her."

Song Ziming shook his head again: "You guys go back first, we'll talk about it later."

Zhong Xun walked over, listened, and nodded: "You decide for yourselves, but remember, the new district will always wait for you to come back. You are the hope of the new district."

"Okay, we'll go back."

Before he left, he invited Guan Hao, but Guan Hao said that he only came here for Song Zile, so he declined his offer. Zhong Xun was not angry. His mindset has changed a lot and he is no longer as radical as before.

He thought that Elder Jin was the same way; otherwise, when he led the superhumans on their journey, he wouldn't have made such a solemn promise to him that he would protect the White Tiger Base and the new district before they returned.

It was Song Xia and these children who changed them, letting them know that they could create a safe haven for survivors in this apocalypse without resorting to radical means. What survivors need in the apocalypse is not a leader who plays with power, but a true guide who leads everyone to find hope.

Now he only hopes that Song Xia can recover as soon as possible. Whether she is a superhuman or a zombie, as long as she has reason, she is the belief of everyone in the new district.

After seeing everyone off, Song Ziming and the others unanimously decided to drive back to the orphanage where they grew up.

After being away for so long, the place has changed drastically. Mutant plants have taken over the surrounding area, causing cracks in the houses and turning them into dangerous buildings. Fortunately, Song Ziqi's little green plant can communicate with these mutant plants, so the orphanage can be temporarily stabilized.

After cleaning Song Xia's room, some cooked, some chopped wood, and everyone was busy.

When Song Xia woke up, she smelled a wonderful fragrance. As soon as she got up, Song Ziqing brought in hot water. As if she hadn't seen Song Xia's sharp teeth and steel-like nails, she smiled and asked her if she wanted some water.

"Aunt Song, the food isn't ready yet, you'll have to wait a while. We know you're hungry because you haven't eaten for days, so your second sister made your favorite stir-fried pork with chili peppers. But the mutated chili peppers that your eldest brother found are a bit spicy, are you going to choke on them?"

So this strange flavor is from stir-fried pork with chili peppers? The taste is quite strong.

Song Xia smacked her lips, but why should she eat this food? She should eat the child in front of her, who looked so delicious, chubby and juicy.

So she bared her sharp teeth, but Song Ziqing was not afraid at all. She even leaned closer to take a look: "Mom Song, I know you haven't brushed your teeth for a few days and you're not feeling well, but they're very clean, there aren't any cavities."

Song Xia found it ridiculous; how could she possibly have parasites?

She wanted to show off his sharp teeth, and hopefully scare the little brat away; she was dangerous!

"Do you want to change your clothes, or take a shower before eating?" Song Ziqing excitedly showed off her superpower, "Mom Song, I have water-based superpowers now, I can gather a lot of water, can you ask Song Zian to heat the water up? I'll go get you some clothes."

Taking a bath? What kind of bath?

Song Xia finally had time to look at herself. Her previous clothes had been changed by someone, and now she was wearing a light yellow long-sleeved shirt and trousers. The material was so soft that it would tear with the slightest scratch of a fingernail.

She glanced nervously at the hole in the doorway, relieved that the little ones hadn't seen it. Otherwise, it would have been so embarrassing for them to see that her clothes were ruined.

But why should she consider the opinions of these little brats?

Song Xia wrinkled her nose. Oh well, he's just a little brat after all, so it's not like we can't indulge him a bit.

In just a short while, Song Ziqing and Song Zian had prepared hot water. Song Zile stood at the bathroom door, holding a soft towel and pajamas, looking at him expectantly.

Song Xia patted his head. She remembered that this little brat seemed to be in a lot of pain before. Is he better now?

Song Zile squinted comfortably, and then Song Ziqing and Song Zian, jealous, also wanted to be touched. So Song Xia lingered at the bathroom door for a while. They were all little brats, and she couldn't refuse, otherwise it would be too ugly if they cried.

After closing the bathroom door, Song Xia stared at the water for a long time. Did she, a zombie, need to take a bath?

After struggling for a while, I finally gave in and decided to wash them. The little ones seem to love cleanliness, and the water and clothes are all ready. If I don't wash them, how sad they will be.

To be honest, taking a shower wasn't a pleasant experience for her, but she still forced herself to use the shower gel. Luckily, she didn't have any hair, so she didn't have to apply that thing called shampoo again.

After confirming that everything was thoroughly clean and odorless, Song Xia put on her fragrant and soft clothes. However, the thought of having to wash like this every day made her face look a little tired when she stepped out of the bathroom.

"Come and eat, Song Mama." Song Ziqi finished up the last vegetable dish, while Song Ziming and the others served dishes, served rice, and arranged chairs, just like before the apocalypse.

As Song Xia watched this scene, her eyes inexplicably felt hot. What was wrong with her? What strange emotion was this?

However, just as she was beginning to feel moved, the black stone on her chest began to influence her, causing her emotions to dissipate, and a certain impulse in her mind grew stronger and stronger.

No! She gritted her teeth; she couldn't hurt these little ones!

"Aunt Song, what's wrong?" Song Ziqi and the others looked over anxiously and brought a chair for her to sit down.

Song Xia clenched her fists. She absolutely could not do anything impulsive, and nothing could influence her!

With a ghostly glint in her dark eyes, Song Xia roared and then suddenly reached into her chest, forcefully pulling out the half-melted black stone. Her dark red blood instantly soaked her clothes.

"Mother Song!" Song Ziming and the others were panicked and at a loss, their eyes filled with fear.

Song Zile quickly used his mental power to protect Song Xia's wound. Then, Song Ziqi plucked a few leaves from the small green plant, chewed them up, and applied them to the wound.

Song Xia stared at the black stone; it was this thing that had been affecting her all along, and now she was being asked to put it back.

With a "bang," she slammed it against the wall, and then Song Zile quickly placed it in a specially made anti-radiation box.

It was at this moment that everyone heard Song Zile cry for the first time. It was as if he was crying out all the things that had been suppressed in his heart. It was good to cry it out, so that the more he held it in, the more it would get stuck in the hole of a needle.