Chapter 272 People don't mind the trouble when they're doing bad things.

The group fiddled with their phones, their faces showing an indescribable excitement and anticipation.

Lei Zhe stood up excitedly and called out to Jiang Yuan, "Come on, come on, take me flying so we can get an overhead view."

Jiang Yuan: ...

The others weren't idle either; they all grabbed their phones and ran outside, either taking photos or recording videos.

Meng Shiwan looked at them silently, and suddenly thought of a saying: people are very patient when they are doing bad things.

She felt that people don't mind the trouble at all when they're showing off.

Meng Shiwan let them do whatever they wanted, and then she disappeared in a flash, reappearing at the edge of the base.

The base farm is her domain; strictly speaking, she is the god of this land.

In this area, she gains a 50% boost while weakening the enemy's abilities; things like teleporting are a piece of cake for her.

Standing beneath the large, crimson warning sign written by Lei Zhe, looking up, one can see numerous craters of varying sizes along the edge of the base, all created by the continuous bombing last night.

Many sweet potatoes along the edge of the sweet potato field were blown away.

The sudden appearance of such a large farmland in the suburbs is bound to arouse the envy of many people. Even though a wave of attacks had already taken place during the day, the seed base had also notified all the private bases, large and small, in the city not to provoke them.

Some people, however, refused to believe it and tried to stealthily do so at night.

The result was that they became the remains and scraps of flesh in the bomb crater.

Having learned their lesson from last night, the people of Shangguan City finally calmed down, and no one dared to provoke them again.

Fresh food is delicious, but you have to be alive to eat it.

The fact that this farmland can be so brazenly located here shows that the people inside aren't afraid of being robbed.

Unfortunately, this is a lesson they learned at the cost of many lives.

Even now, quite a few people still come to see it. They just come to check the situation and appreciate the pastoral scenery before the apocalypse, but no one dares to get close.

I stood at a distance, took a look, and then left.

If you ignore the people standing in twos and threes admiring the scenery in the distance, the view on the ground is indeed a bit eerie.

After being corroded by acid rain, the soil structure is destroyed, turning it into a hard, grayish-black substance.

A large number of zombie corpses lay on the ground, their heads smashed open, white brain matter splattered everywhere.

Beneath the zombie corpse were scattered bones.

These are the corpses of yesterday's looters, devoured by zombies, leaving only bare bones.

There were no plants or trees; looking out, it resembled a hellish place where the sun never shone, eerie and terrifying.

Even those who have witnessed too much horror, humanity, and darkness in the apocalypse cannot help but tremble at the sight of such a scene.

The stark contrast between the dark hell and the bright pastoral scenery next to it is extremely impactful.

Those watching from a distance were filled with mixed emotions.

"When will this damn apocalypse end? I studied and worked so hard to escape the countryside, and finally emptied my family's savings to buy a house in the big city and settle down. And now this apocalypse has come."

What I want to do most right now is go back to my hometown and farm. I really want to farm.

"Forget about farming, there's probably no chance anymore. The soil has been severely damaged by acid rain, and nothing can be grown. I don't know how many years it will take to recover."

Let's forget about living a normal life. We'll live one day at a time. Who knows, we might die tomorrow. Every extra moment we live is a bonus.

"I heard that the vegetables here will be sold to other places later. Let's buy some crystal cores and try them. If we can eat a proper meal again, it will be worth dying for."

"Look, that girl is so pretty, so fair and clean-cut, I'm so envious."

Someone shouted, and they looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a person walking on top of the zombie corpses scattered on the ground.

A woman.

With her long ponytail, her hair neat and fluffy, her skin fair and elastic, and dressed in a black tracksuit, she strolled leisurely through the pile of corpses.

They looked at themselves, dressed in dirty clothes, some with holes in them, looking like beggars.

Due to prolonged hunger, he was emaciated, his face was sallow and haggard.

If that girl can be considered a person, then they can barely be considered people.

"Someone once gave me a piece of advice: never mess with people who are clean, fair-skinned, and fresh-looking. They are capable people, and they are tough as nails."

"Life on this farm is so good. Everyone here is radiant and healthy, unlike us, who are practically as withered as zombies."

"Do you think we have a chance to join the farm? What are their requirements? Will people with superpowers accept them?"

"You know what, you really can't believe it, if we could join this farm, we could live a good life too."

As these onlookers watched, their minds began to wander.

Their gazes toward Meng Shiwan became increasingly intense.

There was none of the clingy affection a man has when looking at a woman; all he showed was his anticipation of a better life for himself.

Their gazes were so intense that Meng Shiwan couldn't help but turn around and glance at them.

I saw a group of people with bright, sparkling eyes, as if flames were burning in their pupils.

Meng Shiwan frowned and ignored them as they started working.

With a loud bang, the huge wind turbine appeared in mid-air and crashed heavily onto the ground.

This is a wind turbine that Meng Shiwan modified before. The core in the middle was not changed much; the main change was the shape of the fan blades.

The previously flat windmill blades have been transformed into cylindrical shapes.

Wind turbines use wind power to drive blades and convert wind energy into electricity.

To put it simply, as long as the windmill can be made to turn, it can generate electricity.

So how do you get it spinning? It doesn't necessarily have to be powered by wind; you can also use zombies to push it.

This was Meng Shiwan's initial idea for modifying wind turbines.

In the apocalypse, the weather is unpredictable, and relying on wind power is too unstable; zombies are a better option.

Brainless but incredibly strong, it can still generate electricity by dragging a windmill around in circles.

Previously, Meng Shiwan had thought of installing some lure devices around the wind turbine to induce the zombies to push the cylinder on top in one direction.

Now that we've found a treasure that can control zombies, things are much easier, and we don't need to go through so much trouble.

Once Qin Nianshu is tamed, these generators will be able to operate.

Furthermore, the zombies in the city, influenced by the black cube, should be able to evolve rapidly, gaining significant increases in strength and speed, making them perfect for being used as laborers.

She took out the modified wind turbines one by one and placed them in rows on this land littered with corpses.

One after another, the huge generators crashed to the ground with a thud.