"Okay." Shen Fan sighed resignedly.

He bent down and held the clown's hands, his silver eyes rippled slightly, and his words were full of intimidation.

"Listen, Mommy belongs to Daddy, not you. If you keep pestering Mommy all day, Daddy might throw you away."

How could this be a lecture? It was clearly an attempt to scare the clowns with the Zombie King's aura.

Bu Tiange saw it but did not stop it.

After all, keeping this little thing out of the way is the most urgent task.

The clown slapped Shen Fan away with one claw, puffed up his cheeks, and said crisply: "Dad is a bad guy, I want Mom!"

System: "Congratulations, host, you have won the little zombie's [100% trust]. Merit value +5. Your current merit value is: 50."

Bu Tiange: “…”

Why the fuck? What's so good about her?

Everyone in the command room had a funny look on their face, wanting to laugh but unable to.

Since the end of the world was declared, everyone has been shrouded in the fear of death and turning into a zombie. How many moments of true joy can we have?

Perhaps only by ending this crisis can life return to normal.

Can they wait for this day?

north.

After several days of no news from the south, Xia Jiande finally became impatient and asked, "Is there any news from Second Lieutenant Xia?"

The answer was still no.

"Wait a minute!" a young communicator exclaimed, "Secret message from the South!"

He decrypted the message and a video popped up.

The video was blurry and filled with noise, and it looked like it was captured from a surveillance camera.

Thousands of arrows were fired from the sky, and two figures were entangled in a fight, stirring up the wind and clouds from time to time.

The control console was surrounded by people, and their discussions were all recorded by the monitoring station:

"Is this a spatial ability?"

"Quickly measure the fluctuation level... beyond known human limits?!"

"This is the real strong man. China's hope lies in the south!"

"Yes, we will march north and fight those old bastards to the death! With a leader like this, why worry about not being able to defeat them?"

The video suddenly stops.

The faces of the people watching the video were all gloomy.

The communicator trembled and said, "What does this mean?"

Even though he himself knew that he was asking this question despite knowing the answer.

Xia Jiande's eagle eyes darkened as he spoke word by word, "Report the situation and request that the entire district enter a state of war preparedness."

"yes!"

A school officer said, "Marshal, I'm afraid Miss Xia's condition is not optimistic."

"I know." Xia Jiande said, his eyes frighteningly deep.

He turned around and asked, "Is there any progress in vaccine research?"

"A preliminary virus model has been constructed, but..."

Xia Jiande asked, "But what?"

"However, the experimental samples are not comprehensive enough, and its universality cannot be guaranteed for zombies that have already evolved."

"A bunch of trash!"

Xia Jiande cursed angrily, his voice like a loud bell shaking the air, and everyone present changed color.

——Xia Jiande, a high-level sonic ability user, Xia Ying’s father, and the most loyal supporter of the base’s rule.

The seventh base.

After experiencing two waves of zombie attacks in a few days, the base was already exhausted.

It was late at night and most people had fallen asleep, only the officers on duty were still fighting sleepiness.

Bu Tiange stood in front of the glass window.

The night was as dark as water, and the room was filled with warmth, with steam spreading across the cold glass.

The system said: "Host, someone has occupied the base's communication channel."

"I understand." Bu Tiange responded casually.

She used her fingertips as a pen and the vapor-covered glass as paper, casually wrote two words, and turned away silently.

A voice called out to her: "Where are you going?"