Chapter 81: Can’t get in.

Shu Maomao finally let go, took out an empty kettle, filled it with water energy, held it in his hand for a while, and handed it to her after feeling it was almost cold.

Shu Lan pushed it back: "Take a couple of sips to cool down your fever first. Look at how wrinkled your eyebrows are."

Shu Maomao drank the water obediently, as if all his troubled mood was driven away by the cool drink. He felt comfortable and his mood gradually improved.

His brows spread open and he handed it to her.

Shu Lan finished her water and casually asked him, "Lu Xingyao has been gone for a while. Has he been secretly talking about us behind our backs?"

"No, Mommy, many people said they couldn't go on and wanted to die right there, and he kept trying to persuade them."

Shu Lan leaned back in the car. The air conditioning, the soft seats, the delicious ice water, all of these made her feel that life was pretty good.

In addition to this kind of life, she also experienced days of poverty, loneliness, panic and fear.

She got through those days on her own, with no one to help her, and she never thought about ending it all.

Today’s difficulties are today’s problems. Live one more day if you can. Seize every opportunity that may change your destiny. Who knows when you wake up and find a wonderful opportunity or a change of fortune?

Not everyone thinks like her. They need other people's voices to tell them to persevere and move forward a little further when they are in a hopeless situation, and everything will be fine.

Shu Lan cannot be that kind of "someone else". She thinks it is too long-winded. Everyone has their own choices. If an unimportant person says to her: I can't live anymore, I want to die.

She would reply: Then go ahead, no one will stop you.

But Lu Xingyao could do it. His surrender was not shameful. He could bring all the survivors, whether ordinary people or those with special abilities, out of District 12 intact to find hope. Even though this long team dragged him down, he had no intention of giving up on any of them.

"Oh no! We've met some really nice people." Shu Lan checked the time. "You won't be able to reach our base before tonight. Are you still sleepy? If you are, sleep a little longer. I'll call you when it's time for dinner."

Shu Maomao shook his head: "Not sleepy."

"Then get some sleep. We'll be resting very late tonight. Mommy plans to show them the might of the God of Destruction."

"And you?"

"I sleep too."

After Lu Xingyao reorganized the team, he returned to the car, opened the door, and found that the woman in the back seat was sleeping with a big toy bear that came from nowhere. The child woke up and sat in the middle, looking up at Lu Xingyao quietly.

The child who had returned from the dead and killed and buried the body without hesitation brought a greater sense of oppression than his mother. Lu Xingyao immediately swallowed what he was about to say and mouthed nervously, "It's getting late. We should stop and prepare for the evening."

Shu Maomao nodded casually in response.

Lu Xingyao gently closed the car door, took two steps, looked back, and the tragic scene of Qu Xiang's death emerged in his mind. They had worked together for nearly six years. Although they were not close friends, they had a certain affection for each other.

The murderer is in the car right now. If he quietly calls all the superpowered people to surround the car, will he be able to...

As soon as this thought came up, it was quickly suppressed by other thoughts.

What good would revenge for Qu Xiang do? They didn't plunder the superpowers, and killing that kid wouldn't give them the space of the commander of District 10. Instead, it would cause other superpower users to sacrifice themselves, and the remaining 20,000 people would just starve to death.

Lu Xingyao withdrew his gaze, and the secret was pressed on his broad shoulders, and his back was a little hunched as he left.

When he came back to the car with a bowl of boiled pumpkin and a bowl of rice porridge, the two people in the back seat suddenly disappeared, and there was a piece of paper stuck on his steering wheel.

——"Go eat, come back before dark, don't look for me."

At this moment, Shu Lan was busy in the kitchen.

After having Sister Wang, she rarely cooks. That’s just because she’s lazy. Her cooking skills are still there.

First, make a pot of crucian carp soup and simmer it on low heat. Cut potatoes, green peppers and carrots into shreds and stir-fry them. Then steam a serving of egg custard.

Shu Maomao's cheeks puffed up as she ate, and she no longer had the aloof image she always had in front of Lu Xingyao.

Shu Lan, who was picking out fish for him, looked up and saw that his bowl of rice was almost empty. She was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Eat slowly, are you that hungry?"

Shu Maomao pushed the empty bowl over and said, "More! Your cooking is better than Aunt Wang's."

"Shu Maomao, there's no such thing as high or low cooking skills. We can only say that everyone's cooking has their own unique flavor."

"I like the taste of your cooking."

Shu Lan mixed the rice for him and pushed it over to him: "Hmph, no matter how nice you say it, Mommy can't cook for you every day."

She actually didn't start cooking because she liked it, but because of the pressure of life in the past. When she was just in high school, her grandmother fell ill and was in the hospital, and if she didn't cook, no one else would.

I was forced to drop out of school because I couldn't afford the tuition and had no living expenses.

This is what life is like for the poor. A little wind or wave can capsize the whole boat.

Now she doesn't like cooking very much. It takes a lot of time to prepare the food. During that time, she can't do anything else and has to keep washing up.

So she thinks that people who can choose not to cook are happy people.

But when she saw Shu Maomao with rice grains on his face, looking at her innocently with his big eyes, his cheeks puffing up as he chewed, she looked so cute.

Shu Lan added softly, "Unless I'm in a good mood."

Although most of the time, she was in a good mood.

After dark, the temperature gradually dropped and it was no longer as hot and unbearable as during the day, but everyone's mood did not improve.

Because the greatest challenge to human survival will also come with the night, and every shadow moving quickly in the night will be a catastrophic threat.

After eating and drinking their fill, the mother and son landed in the car, opened the door and got out. They walked through the busy crowd as if taking a walk after dinner and found Lu Xingyao.

He no longer had his special powers, and he didn't hide in the car like an ordinary person. He had plenty of guns and ammunition prepared by his side, as if he was ready to fight until dawn.

Seeing Shu Lan, as if seeing his former superior, he suddenly perked up, his voice dry, "Have you eaten well? If not, I left some food for you."

Shu Lan said, "I ate well. It was quite good."

Lu Xingyao looked around and saw no one was paying attention to their conversation. He lowered his voice and asked, "God...will you take it tonight too?"

"Take it."

If you want to take it, just take it all. How can you leave any room and make the person whose superpowers were taken away feel unbalanced?

However, it’s okay to keep auxiliary abilities like healing, which can only help people but not harm them, and some non-threatening funny abilities.

Lu Xingyao was heartbroken: "What should we do if the zombies break in?"

Shu Lan pointed the flashlight in her hand into the distance and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, this area of ​​District 9 belongs to the gods and the living. They can't get in."

The roars of the zombies foraging for food gradually became clearer, and all the people with special abilities and combat capabilities stood at their own posts to guard their lives and compatriots.

Tonight will be a fierce battle, they thought with a heavy heart, because in addition to the zombies, there is also a god of destruction who can take away superpowers at any time.

Every time a psychic is missing, there is a greater chance that zombies will break through the defense line, but no one knows how to break this difficult situation.

“Here I come!”

The signal for the start of the battle sounded over the intercom.