Chapter 42 The Superpowered Individuals

"Wow, it smells so good! It's so delicious!" Mu Qingrong practically cried as she shoveled the food into her mouth. She hadn't had such a good meal in days, especially after yesterday's culinary disaster!

"Sister, did you make this? Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Mu Qingrong, with food still stuffed in her mouth, insisted, "I don't believe it, this is absolutely impossible!"

Mu Qingyu angrily smacked Mu Qingrong on the forehead with her chopsticks: "Even delicious food can't shut you up! Of course I didn't make this." She said irritably, "Aren't there a few pre-cooked dishes in the refrigerator? We can just heat them up and eat them."

That brat, he really doesn't respect his sister at all! There's no way he could have shouted that loudly!

"Whose pre-made meals are so amazing!" Mu Qingrong was still quite skeptical; the dishes looked as fresh as if they had just come out of the pot. But it was clear that his sister couldn't have made them, so he could only believe they were pre-made.

Mu Qingyu rolled her eyes at Mu Qingrong: "What's the use of knowing which store it is? Can you even go and buy it now?"

"What if they're nearby and happen to pass by while collecting supplies? What if they still have a warehouse with all the stuff still inside?" Mu Qingrong wondered.

Mu Qingyu tried to tap Mu Qingrong with her chopsticks again, but this time he nimbly dodged it. "There's no electricity outside right now. Even if they still have food in their warehouse, and even if the pre-cooked food is sealed in packaging, it will definitely spoil in half a month or a month. Stop daydreaming."

"Hurry up and finish your food, then go downstairs and get back to work!"

Mu Qingrong stuck out her tongue and became a happy, passive observer.

After the meal, Mu Qingrong's superpowers were indeed mostly restored. He went downstairs to continue working. Mu Qingyu didn't have his superpowers and talents, so she could only help with tasks like carrying heavy objects and doing odd jobs.

When Mu Qingrong stopped to drink water, she whispered to Mu Qingyu, "Sister, I noticed that the people in Building 2 are secretly watching me. The people in Building 4 are watching too. Have they discovered my special ability?"

"No need to notice. We're so blatant, anyone with eyes could see it," Mu Qingyu replied.

"Are we really okay with being so high-profile?" Mu Qingrong was still a little uneasy. If someone is too special, they are likely to end up in a laboratory, and he didn't want to be a guinea pig.

"It's alright. You haven't met many people yet. You'll understand once you've met more. After the apocalypse, the most common people will be those with superpowers." Her statement was a bit of an exaggeration. If there were really that many people with superpowers, the zombies might have been wiped out long ago. Humans wouldn't be struggling to survive on the edge of life for five whole years after the apocalypse.

However, the siblings' abilities were far too ordinary. Even though Mu Qingrong's abilities were indeed somewhat special, compared to powerful lightning and fire abilities, healing abilities that could save lives, water abilities that could provide clean water, and the strange mental abilities, they were far too ordinary.

Once people become aware of the existence of people with superpowers, no one will covet them. Of course, this refers to the present situation.

Mu Qingrong's value will only become apparent at least a year later. By then, when humanity discovers that electricity cannot be restored and many machines can no longer be put into production and become non-renewable resources, Mu Qingrong, who can repair or even regenerate machinery, will become extremely precious.

What makes Mu Qingyu so valuable is her spatial ability. A spatial ability user is like a mobile warehouse; whether it's collecting, storing, or transporting supplies, having a spatial ability user saves a lot of manpower, resources, and trouble.

Mu Qingyu's physical mutations are the least valuable thing, so she's not afraid of them.

However, since it is the early stages of the apocalypse, their superpowers can still deter some villains, so they are not afraid of exposing their abilities.

"Is that so? In the apocalypse, people with superpowers are everywhere, as common as dogs?" Mu Qingrong used these nonsensical words, seemingly picked up from nowhere.

"There are quite a lot of people, but fewer dogs," Mu Qingyu said.

"Ah! My dog! My dog!" Mentioning the dog reminded Mu Qingrong that she had forgotten to feed the dog since she woke up this morning!

He dashed from the yard back to his second-floor bedroom at lightning speed. Opening the door, the dog was already waiting for him, whimpering pitifully. Mu Qingrong felt a pang of heartache.

The reinforcement work on Building 3 was completed by the afternoon, but the siblings continued to reinforce Building 4 until midnight.

Aunt Mei cooked dinner: a potato and beef rice bowl. We already had some potatoes piled up in the kitchen; they keep really well and can even be grown.

The beef was made by soaking and softening beef jerky before stir-frying. Besides some leafy greens, radishes, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, there were no other fresh foods in Building 4.

Without a refrigerator, it won't keep.

Xiao Ai brought dinner to the siblings who were working outside. During this time, Xiao Ai quietly held up two fingers to show Mu Qingyu a "2", and then quietly pointed to the side gate of the courtyard that could only be opened from one side.

Xiao Ai left only after Mu Qingyu nodded slightly.

After the reinforcement of Building No. 4 was completed, Mu Qingrong went back to his room and fell asleep as soon as he lay down. He was exhausted from the day.

Mu Qingyu first went to look around the space, but there was no movement on the ground where the seeds were sown; no seedlings had sprouted. The pond was also as calm as ever.

But Mu Qingyu noticed that the "17" on the wooden door had changed to "18.5" today. Could the number really change?

Mu Qingyu pondered for a long time but still couldn't figure out what the numbers on the wooden door meant.

It was already two in the morning when Mu Qingyu quietly went downstairs and quietly opened the side gate in the courtyard.

Sure enough, Xiao Mo appeared at the other end of the door, sitting in a wheelchair.

Mu Qingyu pointed to her house, and Xiao Mo nodded. So Mu Qingyu pushed Xiao Mo into the first floor.

With the door closed, we can speak freely now. As long as we don't shout, we generally won't disturb Mu Qingrong, who is sound asleep upstairs.

“I know you want to get rid of those bad guys from today, and I can help you,” Xiao Mo said bluntly.

Mu Qingyu stared at him for a while before asking, "What kind of superpower did you awaken?" Xiao Mo had a fever that night during the extreme cold. If he hadn't died the next day, he would most likely have awakened a superpower.

The probability wasn't 100% certain; Mu Qingyu mainly determined it based on Xiao Mo's subsequent behavior. The first time she met Xiao Mo was on a rainy night when she knocked on the orphanage's door. At that time, Xiao Mo was covered in sharp, erect thorns, extremely wary, like a small animal that had lost its mother's protection.

However, when Mu Qingyu saw Xiao Mo again these past two days, although he still maintained aloofness, the wariness in his eyes had transformed into a calm and composed demeanor. This indicated that he now had support and confidence.