Chapter 45 Harvest.

Shu Lan's smile gradually turned into trepidation. She asked, "Why did you come here if you didn't know there were people alive here?"

The people who got off the car walked past her and entered one after another, not taking Shu Lan's presence seriously.

One woman even glared at Shu Lan and said, "If it weren't for the crystal cores contributed by your people, the zombies wouldn't have advanced so quickly, forcing the people in District 8 to abandon the city and flee."

Shu Lan lowered her head and stepped back, whispering timidly, "No one wants to end up like this."

A scoundrel-looking man came over, tapped Shu Lan's face with the gun in his hand, and said with a wicked smile, "Hey, little beauty, where is your granary? Take us there to have a look."

Shu Lan took a step back, carefully dodging his knife, and waved to Shu Maomao, who had a dangerous look in his eyes: "Baby, come down. Don't sit so high. It's dangerous."

"This is your son? You're married and have children at such a young age?"

"Well, the others are in the air-raid shelter. Should we call them out..."

The woman in front of him, who didn't even dare to look at him, looked timid at first glance. She spoke softly and gently, like a delicate little flower, making it difficult for people to be on guard.

"Go, I'll go see how many of you are left."

The man called his two companions, said hello to their commander, and the three of them left the main group and followed the footsteps led by Shu Lan.

Shu Lan glanced at the commander of District 8, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, with a square face and a stern aura. He looked like an official like a secretary or village chief. He was surrounded by the crowd from beginning to end, giving orders from a high position.

On the way, Shu Lan quietly asked the trio, "Didn't they say zombies are very powerful? How did you escape from District 8?"

The man's face darkened instantly, as if he had been asked about a sore spot. He said in a vicious tone, "Do you really need to meddle in other people's business?"

Shu Lan shrank her neck and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

She led the people to the air-raid shelter, where the door had been destroyed once and later replaced with two wooden boards that left the opening ajar.

The man didn't understand: "Will this work? Won't the zombies wandering around at night get in?"

Shu Lan quickly explained, "Of course, there aren't many zombies here since we bombed it. Plus, it stinks inside, so even if zombies wander in, they won't go in."

There was a strong fishy smell in the air-raid shelter, which made people cover their noses and retreat.

Shu Lan carefully looked at the three people's expressions and said, "Then I'll go in and call for help."

"Go, call them all out. We won't go into this damn place."

Shu Lan took Shu Maomao by the hand and squeezed into the gap between the wooden boards. After taking a few steps, she straightened her back and whispered, "Take it."

At the same time, thin green stems emerged from the soles of the feet of the people at the entrance of the cave. There were some sharp barbs on them. They drilled into the trouser legs, wrapped around the calves, and cut hard. After a string of blood was spurted out, they curled up into a ball and quickly shrank back into the soil and disappeared.

"hiss--"

"Damn, why is my ankle cut and bleeding?"

"Me too, I have a bad feeling."

"It must be the woman with the child who did this. Should we chase her and catch her?"

"Go see a doctor first."

Even though they were suspicious of Shu Lan, the three of them did not dare to rush into the dark cave. Out of caution, they chose to go back and look for the healing psychic first.

When they finished showing the wound to the team's healing ability, the other party said speechlessly: "And then, let me waste my ability to heal these superficial injuries of yours?"

"No poison?"

"No, there's nothing else wrong. If you come any later, it will be scabbed over."

At this time, in front of Shu Maomao, who had already run out of another exit of the air-raid shelter, three drops of blood were wrapped around the leaves of a wildly growing vine and rolled into his palm like dewdrops.

"Ice, color change, absolute precision."

Shu Lan asked curiously, "What do you mean by absolute precision?"

Shu Maomao said: "In the area that appeared in front of me, I could hit whatever I wanted with the object in my hand."

"No wonder that man always carries a pistol."

Shu Maomao held a grudge and said, "He even slapped you in the face."

If Mommy hadn't told him that only by knowing both himself and his enemy could he win every battle, and that he should try to get as much information as possible first, Shu Maomao would have really wanted to chop off that person's hand.

Shu Lan squatted down, a hint of seriousness in her expression: "It seems that they have gathered an elite force to escape together. I guess most of them are psychics."

Shu Maomao said, "I can beat him."

Shu Lan lowered her head and touched his forehead, then smiled and said, "Of course I know you're the best, but a mighty warrior can't stand up to a large crowd. Wait until they disperse a little."

Shu Maomao's eyes suddenly changed, and a hole like a well appeared on the ground. Shu Lan immediately knew what it meant. She jumped in without hesitation and slid down the slope to the bottom.

The entrance to the cave was immediately sealed with soil. About half a minute later, chaotic footsteps were heard above Shu Lan's head.

"There is indeed an exit to the air-raid shelter here, but the mother and son are not here."

Then a muffled voice came over the intercom and said, "They're right under your feet."

Shu Maomao narrowed his eyes and took the initiative. Vines emerged from the ground, wrapped around the waists of the people coming, lifted them into the air, and then threw them out.

The people on the ground felt as if their internal organs had shifted, and they quickly took out their walkie-talkies and shouted, "Come here quickly, she's too strong—mm…mm…"

He stared with wide eyes at the two people, one big and one small, crawling out from the ground. Shu Maomao drew his knife, walked to the nearest man, and his expression froze, as if time had stopped.

Shu Maomao felt something was wrong. Her ears moved and she turned around suddenly. The man appeared behind Shu Lan unharmed, strangling her neck with his elbow.

"Well……"

As Shu Maomao moved, she was stopped by someone: "Don't move! If you move again, I will kill her right now."

The young man slowly retreated like a dormant little beast, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The man cursed, "Damn it! Why did you launch a sneak attack? You and a kid thought you could rob us?"

"Mommy, lower your head."

Shu Lan lowered his head, and Shu Maomao used his strengthened right arm to throw the dagger with force, at the same time with absolute precision. The blade grazed the man's eyes and flew aside.

He instantly loosened his hands, covered his eyes which were bleeding, and screamed miserably.

Shu Lan hurriedly crawled closer to his son, coughing uncomfortably. Shu Maomao looked back at Shu Lan, whose face was flushed red, and pursed his lips. The dagger on the ground was sucked into the crack and then reappeared in his hand.

He touched the blood on the blade and said coldly, "Doppelganger."

The vines that emerged from the ground wrapped around the man's neck and tightened. Shu Maomao didn't have time to watch the other person being strangled to death, so he grabbed Shu Lan's hand.

"Bang! Bang!"

The bullet flew over, hit the invisible wall of air, and fell to the ground.

A large figure, one small, re-entered the air-raid shelter. A large number of people rushed into the dim cave. They used the intercom to inform their teammates, "They've entered the cave and are blocking the exit. One of the mother and child has plant-related abilities. Be careful of plants that may appear at any time."

"There's water leaking from inside. Hey, look, is that water? Why is it so sticky and smelly? No, this isn't water!"