Chapter Thirty-Four: Cleaning Up the Village

It's another early morning. It's already light outside at six in the morning. The temperature has been fluctuating every day lately, and it's quite cold when I get up early.

The siblings woke up early, without prior arrangement. Breakfast was simple: bread and milk. The bread was cold, but still soft, and the milk was piping hot—having electrical appliances to use was happiness!

In fact, Mu Qingyu still had some hot food from restaurants in her space, which was still piping hot and fragrant. But she couldn't take it out; the Blood Jade Space had to remain a secret, at least for now, a secret known only to her.

She couldn't bear to secretly have a snack in her room. So, she decided to save the delicious food for later.

After breakfast, the two of them put on their cotton-padded coats and windbreakers over them. Mu Qingyu carried a military dagger, and Mu Qingrong carried a multi-functional folding axe. Both of them carried backpacks and went out together.

We didn't go far, but explored the village house by house, starting from building number 5 and heading towards building number 10.

These ten villas were built by the ten wealthiest families in the village, and their interior styles are largely the same. And without exception, all the wealthy residents have moved to the city; not a single one has stayed.

So there were no living people or zombies in these ten buildings. There were no valuables or food. After searching the villa area, the two didn't find much, only some everyday items.

“Let’s go search the old houses. Some people still have land. Rural areas generally have the habit of storing grain,” Mu Qingyu said, drawing on her experience from searching for supplies in her previous life.

As a result, not long after the two left the villa area, a zombie suddenly pounced on Mu Qingrong from around the corner.

Mu Qingrong reacted quickly, swinging her axe at the zombie. She missed the head but knocked the zombie down. The zombie tried to get up, but Mu Qingyu swiftly stepped forward and plunged her military dagger into its brain, rendering it completely immobile.

Mu Qingrong was quite quick-witted when she was slashing zombies, but now she seemed a bit dazed and pale.

The dead body was an old man's zombie, with white hair.

Mu Qingyu patted Mu Qingrong on the shoulder: "Not bad reaction. Remember to cut off the head next time. The zombie's fatal weakness is its head. It won't die if you don't cut off its head."

This time it was actually quite good; at least he didn't scream, freeze, or vomit...

Mu Qingrong took a deep breath, forcing herself to stop looking at the zombie's corpse, silently saying in her heart, "I can do it," and then pretending to be nonchalant, she said to Mu Qingyu, "Sister, let's keep going."

"Are you still determined to walk ahead of me?" Mu Qingyu asked with a smile.

Mu Qingrong nodded firmly, then continued walking ahead of Mu Qingyu, exploring the first courtyard.

The wooden door of the farmhouse was scratched open, clearly indicating that there were zombies inside. Mu Qingrong pushed the door open first, while Mu Qingyu deliberately lagged behind a few steps, letting Mu Qingrong deal with the situation on her own.

Sure enough, there were two zombies wandering in the courtyard. Smelling the scent of living people, they dragged themselves over. Their movements were not fast, even slower than those of ordinary people.

Mu Qingrong gritted his teeth and rushed forward, hacking at the zombies' heads. His portable axe was a military product, extremely sharp. With a left and a right swing, he quickly sliced ​​off half of the heads of both zombies.

Mu Qingrong's face turned even paler, but he still endured his physical discomfort and turned to ask Mu Qingyu, "Why are all these zombies old people?"

“Because most young people have gone to work in the city. The wealthier families have also moved to the city. For example, the previous owners of our row of houses. The only ones left living in cramped conditions in the countryside are some elderly people,” Mu Qingyu explained.

Mu Qingrong nodded and said nothing more. He wasn't trying to find out anything; he just needed to talk to relieve the physical discomfort of killing a zombie for the first time.

This house was inhabited, so naturally there was food and daily necessities. They even had a cellar containing several hundred kilograms of grain and several dozen kilograms of pickled vegetables.

Mu Qingrong was pleasantly surprised to discover the cellar, but figuring out how to take all the items away at once became a problem.

"Sis, how about I go back and drive the old car from the yard over?" He asked Mu Qingyu for her opinion.

"No need." Mu Qingyu glanced at him calmly, then reached out, and the supplies piled up in front of her disappeared in a flash!

Looking at the empty cellar, Mu Qingrong blinked several times.

"This—this is—"

"A spatial ability," Mu Qingrong casually finished the sentence he hadn't said, "with a volume of approximately five cubic meters."

She had no intention of hiding her spatial ability; it was her own ability, and she had nothing to fear. Moreover, the existence of spatial abilities was absolutely a godsend for gathering resources.

"Sis, you're amazing! You have both physical and spatial abilities!" Mu Qingrong's cramming of post-apocalyptic novels hadn't been in vain; she quickly grasped the concept of superpowers.

Perhaps due to surprise and excitement, Mu Qingrong's face, which had been pale for most of the day, finally returned to normal.

Mu Qingyu smiled and patted her younger brother's excited head, saying, "Let's go, next place, let's collect supplies with our spatial artifact."

The young man, as expected, couldn't resist this advice. He immediately perked up, shook his head, and brandished his axe, charging ahead to the next house. "Sister, I'll also work hard to train my special ability. I want to become powerful too."

Mu Qingyu smiled but didn't say anything. The two continued searching for their next destination.

They searched five courtyards that morning. Two of them had zombies, and both were inhabited by elderly people. The other three were uninhabited.

The two houses with zombies had the most supplies, with ample stock in both their kitchens and cellars. The other three houses didn't have as much, but each still had some grains and pickled vegetables in their cellars.

This morning, the siblings had a very fruitful day.

When we entered the sixth house, there were three zombies, or rather two and a half, because one of the zombies had lost its lower body and was dragging its upper body and intestines around in the yard, "huffing and puffing".

The bloodstains in the yard hadn't dried yet...

Clearly, the half-middle-aged male zombie was originally a person who hadn't mutated, but was devoured by two other elderly zombies in the yard, and mutated after death...

Mu Qingrong once again single-handedly dealt with the three zombies, his mood becoming somewhat gloomy: "This must have been a parent and child. In the end, the parent ate the child..."

"Let's go home. It's noon, time to rest and eat." Mu Qingyu didn't answer him, but instead took Mu Qingrong's hand and led him home.

"Sister, wait a minute, look what's over there?" Mu Qingrong suddenly pointed to a corner in the yard.