There are too many zombies in the kindergarten, and there are even children among them.

A sharp metal blade flashed in Shen Jing's hand as she recalled a setting from the game. Children in the apocalypse are far more ruthless than adults because they don't know the difference between good and evil, and they kill people simply because they are driven by their emotions.

It is clear that the zombie in front of us is indeed just a small child of three or four years old.

Before Shen Jing could draw her blade, Gu Yan stopped her, saying, "The props are among these children; they've hidden them."

Hearing Gu Yan's words, Shen Jing asked in confusion, "They're still conscious?"

"The specifics are still unclear, but these children are being controlled."

When completing the mission, I wanted to defeat zombies with different levels.

Shen Jing tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over the horde of child zombies. "Are there level two zombies? Or something else?"

She doesn't have any psychic abilities now, so she doesn't know as much as Gu Yan does.

Although her current combat strength surpasses Gu Yan's, she still finds mental abilities more convenient.

pity.

Gu Yan seemed to sense her awkwardness.

He glanced at Chen Jing with amusement, "Don't you know how weak mental abilities are in the early stages?"

Shen Jing snorted coldly. She knew even better that mental abilities would absolutely crush other abilities in the later stages.

Because she was wearing protective clothing, Gu Yan couldn't see her expression clearly.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to resist pulling her over and giving her a hard pinch.

He found this competitive spirit quite endearing.

Gu Yan thinks something is cute, so he wants it.

Shen Jing shifted to the side, finding a more comfortable standing position. "Staying here to kill these little zombies is a waste of time."

Moreover, these zombies also have cavities.

“Use your superpowers to control them and trap them in the Moon Class.” Gu Yan pulled her hand. “Find out the hidden props first.”

Shen Jing glanced at Gu Yan in surprise, not expecting that he hadn't advised her to kill them all.

After all, in the game, he doesn't really have good or evil, he's just a person with joy and anger.

She could only just realize his excitement.

Now we can also sense a trace of his tenderness.

Since Gu Yan said that, Shen Jing believed that he only wanted to find the props here and did not intend to go on a killing spree.

But after careful consideration, Shen Jing shook her head.

"They're zombies, do you think I'm some kind of saint?"

Watching Shen Jing continue to wield her metal blade, he admired her technique for killing zombies and said slowly, "These are the skills I taught you, but now I need Shen Jing to protect me, so of course your wishes come first."

"If you want to kill, then go ahead and kill."

Shen Jing pouted; she had looked like she was about to devour her.

But the meaning remained the same: "Stop dawdling and get the props now!"

Gu Yan hummed in agreement and led Shen Jing through the small zombies toward the sports field behind.

The playground has slides and basketball hoops, which are all play equipment for kindergartens.

There was a child sitting inside.

It didn't look like a zombie, except for its bloodshot eyes and unusually pale skin.

"Hah—" The little zombie roared fiercely upon seeing the arrival of the two.

More zombies continued to surround them from all directions and came from behind.

Shen Jing and Gu Yan stood back to back.

Mental abilities are indeed quite weak in the early stages.

The only protection they could rely on was for Shen Jing to form a circle with sharp metal blades.

Gu Yan wasn't in much of a mess. It seemed that being protected by Shen Jing made him even more excited. He pointed forward and said, "Jing, the prop is on that little zombie."

Shen Jing looked back, "He..."

Is it really a zombie?