Chapter 311 Supernatural Revival?

The contents were neatly arranged, with boxes of bottled water stacked in one corner.

The mineral water boxes are mainly blue and white, with clear brand logos and production dates printed on them. Roughly counting, there are at least several hundred boxes.

If it were just these few people, they could easily hold out until the mission was over.

But everyone thought the same thing.

Collect as many supplies as possible to take out. Besides food, the bedding sets and other daily necessities on the shelves are also good items.

The rabbit was thinking about the pre-cooked food it had for lunch, "Are there any other places in the city like this? I really want to get it all out of the city..."

That way, when they go on missions, they can fill their refrigerators with pre-cooked meals and heat up whatever they want to eat. How convenient!

Before the rabbit could finish speaking, the little bluebird flapped its wings and flew away.

She asked curiously, "Where is the little bluebird going?"

Yun Zhao, holding a notebook, bent over to count the supplies inside. Hearing this, he remained unfazed. "It was bored, so I sent it out to hand out flyers."

The rabbit suddenly realized, "Sister Yun Zhao is so smart!"

Of the six spiritual entities, Qingluan is the most suitable to do this job. After it transforms into a large bluebird, the leaflets can fly to all parts of the city with a flap of its large wings.

It's much faster than them spraying it street by street.

"But it seems we don't have enough flyers. The captain and the others took a lot out, and we still need to print more this afternoon," Rabbit said.

Yun Zhao hummed in agreement. "Let's finish sending out today's orders first."

Outside the warehouse.

The little bluebird flew to the front desk, looking around with disdain. Of the mountain of flyers on the desk, it only picked up a few before flapping its wings and flying away.

The little guy quickly flew off the island, and the city flew back towards the university town.

The information appeared near the university town, so there must be some undiscovered clues there. It would be best to try to find the person in charge or a member of the motorcycle club.

Yun Zhao couldn't leave the island under her teammates' noses, and her teammates were also worried about her being alone.

Only Little Bluebird can do this.

Therefore, it is necessary to shoo away the Fire Phoenix.

With the Fire Phoenix around, the Little Bluebird can't do anything.

The rabbit didn't notice anything amiss, and the three of them started working, taking inventory of the supplies in the warehouse.

The six college students on the other end quickly checked all the doors and windows and then pushed over several carts full of water and supplies.

Everything was put into the warehouse.

Yun Zhao then instructed them to clean the kitchen, throw out all the inedible items, clear out the refrigerator and cold storage, and then put all the seafood from the tour bus into the refrigerator.

I was afraid they would overthink it.

Yun Zhao specifically said, "Those supplies are still yours. They're temporarily stored inside, and you can take them at any time."

The six college students were deeply moved.

Human nature is at its darkest during the apocalypse. When they escaped, they witnessed people fighting each other for a few bags of instant noodles, even risking their lives.

Liao Yuxuan felt ashamed because he had previously doubted the selfless soldiers.

Seeing that things were going well, Yun Zhao said, "Let's go, let's go take a look next door."

The island not only has hotels and food streets, but also supermarkets, fruit stalls, various cultural and creative shops, restaurants, and more.

All supplies must be stored in a centralized location.

Chen Xi ran to the front desk, took out the keys to the main gate and the warehouse, and handed them to Yun Zhao, saying with great trust, "Sir, you should keep the keys."

The others nodded repeatedly.

If we leave it with them, we probably won't be able to hold onto it if any survivors come to the island later. It's best to hand it over to the soldiers for safekeeping.

Chen Xi didn't quite understand. The warehouse door lock wasn't broken, and the soldiers didn't have the key, so how did they open the warehouse door?

Yun Zhao thanked him softly.

Seeing this, Qi Ling consciously reached out and took the key.

Living people cannot have physical contact with the mutants, whose bodies are corrosive and whose dark substances can invade various parts of the body through the skin.

For ordinary people, contact with it is almost certain death.

The sentries weren't much better off.

The nine people opened the tightly closed hotel door and went next door to move supplies.

There are still sporadic zombie activity outside.

The rabbit slung the sniper rifle over its shoulder, pulled out a pistol with a silencer, and led the way.

He looked heroic and fearless.

The students behind her were inspired by her imposing presence and involuntarily straightened their backs, their fear lessening somewhat.

In mid-air, wisps of bluish-green fluorescence still danced in the air.

Since arriving on the island, the spreading fluorescent light has almost covered the entire island, yet not a single emotion has been detected.

It seems there are no survivors on the island.

That's true. With so many zombies, even if there are safe places for people to hide, people still need to eat. Once they come out to look for food, facing a whole island full of zombies, it's almost impossible for ordinary people to survive.

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The little bluebird quickly flew to the vicinity of the university town.

I turned into a residential complex with familiarity and came to the window of an apartment on the 22nd floor.

In broad daylight, the doors and windows of this house were tightly closed, and all the curtains were drawn.

Hidden inside was a group of emaciated survivors.

They all looked listless, huddled together in the living room like frightened birds. They were wary of each other, not daring to get too close, nor daring to enter a room alone.

The little bluebird perched lightly, looking around with its nimble little head.

The room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, the air thick with the smells of sweat, mildew, and the putrid stench of zombies.

Yun Zhao and the college students were moving things next door when they sensed the general location of the little bluebird.

She suddenly remembered something: "I forgot to ask you yesterday, how did you get the survivors to read to you since they can't see you?"

The little bluebird scoffed lightly, letting out a disdainful sound.

It is the smartest phoenix in the world, so it naturally has its own methods.

At this moment, the survivor inside finally spoke up.

"Who can go and open the curtains? They say ghosts are afraid of sunlight..."

"I'm not going! It started appearing near the balcony window last night, just before dark!"

"That notebook is still on the balcony!"

Someone cautiously asked, "But nothing has happened so far, has the ghost already left?"

The little bluebird stood there, tilting its head: "What is a ghost?"

Yun Zhao: [...]

She seemed to suddenly understand what the little bluebird had done.

Yun Zhao: [Did you use your mental threads to control the survivors and make them read out everything in the register?]

Just imagine it.

A survivor who considered himself normal suddenly seemed possessed, holding a registration form that appeared out of nowhere and starting to read: "On such and such a date, so-and-so registered here..."

Mechanically numb, until all the words on the entire notebook have been read aloud.

If the other people living in the house saw this, what else could it be but a ghost encounter?

The little bluebird proudly raised its head, as if to admit: "A bunch of useless people. They spent the whole afternoon reciting useless information, except for that one sentence."

Yun Zhao: [...]

Voices came from inside again. Yun Zhao couldn't hear them, but the little bluebird heard them clearly.

"I can't take it anymore! Let's run away, it's definitely in the room!"

"How do we escape? The outside is teeming with zombies!"

"Then what do you suggest we do? Going out means death, staying means death too!"

"Either you get killed by evil spirits, or you go out and get bitten to death by zombies. Heaven knows why there's a supernatural resurgence even though the apocalypse has arrived!"

The little bluebird tilted its head in thought, then released the flyer it was holding in its beak and slipped it through the crack in the window with its claws.

With a gentle flap of its wings, an A4 sheet of paper drifted into the living room.

The next second.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Terrified screams echoed from inside.