Chapter 89
The zombies that had just knelt down then staggered to their feet and surrounded the warehouse!
Once the pure white figure disappeared, the group of zombies could no longer hold back and finally let out a series of "heh heh" sounds.
Lingwu did not turn around.
Those people won't die in the warehouse, but they'll definitely suffer some hardship.
Wenya said she wanted to take revenge herself.
In the center of the continent stands a tall building that pierces the clouds.
This is also the tallest building in Central Asia, and a world-class five-star hotel.
Ling Wu decided to reserve the top floor last night, making it her post-apocalyptic sanctuary.
Because of the good view and the many floors and rooms, the creatures under my command can live more comfortably in the future.
Secondly, she wanted to stay away from people to avoid trouble; she didn't want to waste time dealing with the complexities of human nature in the post-apocalyptic world.
However, if trouble comes knocking on our door, then let's add a chapter to Ji Lingwu's wish.
Ling Wu carried Wen Yaxing and walked through the zombies as if no one else was there, until a zombie pressed the elevator button for Ling Wu.
"Ding—" The elevator sound drew the attention of all the zombies, but they quickly resumed their aimless wandering.
The elevator doors opened, and a zombie dressed as an elevator operator stood inside.
That once fair and beautiful face was now festering, her eyes were bloodshot, and the elevator was filled with spurting blood and a few tattered pieces of clothing.
Ling Wu murmured to herself, and the zombie elevator operator obediently reached out to block the elevator door. Only after Ling Wu entered did she stop and press the button to go to the top floor.
When the elevator doorbell rang again, Ling Wu carried Wen Ya out of the elevator, while the zombie elevator operator remained inside.
Her blood-red pupils briefly turned purple, but quickly returned to their original dullness.
The once clean corridor was now filled with deathly silence, and the dim yellow sky outside the transparent glass windows was oppressive and suffocating.
Ling Wu glanced at it once before looking away, then murmured to herself:
“I said, no one can enter.”
As she uttered those obscure, almost divine words, Lingwu's lips visibly paled.
Confining a space to her own domain still requires a significant amount of her special abilities.
But now that the apocalypse has arrived, what we have in abundance is the upgrading and reserves of superpowers.
Ling Wu didn't care much as she walked to the only presidential suite on the top floor.
After scanning Ling Wu's face, a crisp sound came from the door.
"Beep—" The door opened.
The pure white skirt disappeared into this space where no living being could disturb it.
Wen Ya was placed on the bed by Ling Wu, and the emerald necklace around her neck seemed to radiate a spiritual aura in Ling Wu's eyes.
Lingwu reached out and took off the necklace. The light from the Jinghong Brush swept over it, and the necklace regained its original splendor.
Then it transformed into a stream of light and returned to the center of Wenya's collarbone, becoming a small mole that was completely bound to Wenya's soul.
The emerald necklace lost its brilliance and returned to its original ordinariness.
Lingwu's eyes, beneath her long, delicate eyelashes, were filled with tenderness.
She saw that in the elegant space, besides several large tables neatly arranged with food, clothing, medicine, daily necessities, etc.,...
There are also several research labs.
It contains the most advanced instruments currently available internationally.
But Wenya is a dance student, and scientific research has absolutely nothing to do with her.
Thinking of this, Ling Wu curled her lips into a smile.
Lingwu's gaze fell on Wenya's now pale skin, and she recalled the variables that Tiandao had mentioned.
A variable that obtains foresight about the future development of this world from other dimensions.
He used tricks to harm Wenya, and what he wanted was this space, right?
But he didn't know that if Wenya died, he would die with her.
Lingwu put the necklace back on her.
Raising a child destined by fate was a first for her in her life.
Since this is the end times and people's hearts are wicked, Wenya should not follow the path of the saintly white flower arranged by Heaven.
Six months later
Just as Ling Wu was about to step out of the room to find the "brother" from her memories, Wen Ya, who had regained her fair and delicate appearance, carefully tugged at her skirt.
"Heh heh—"
“You can’t follow,” Ling Wu replied calmly.
"Hehehe~"
Ling Wu shook her head, "No one or no zombie can hurt me, Aya, don't worry."
Wenya's bright face was wrinkled with a wronged expression, but her black dress made her look innocent and naive.
"Hehe~ Hehehehe~" Please, Awu~ Awu is the best~
Ling Wu paused slightly, then patted Wen Ya's little head.
"You can go out, but you can't fight unless you're allowed to." Indeed, the chosen one couldn't be kept locked up forever; she needed to go out and see what people were like.
"Heh heh!" Wenya's bloodshot eyes were filled with admiration.
Ah Wu is so wonderful, I want to follow behind Ah Wu for the rest of my life!
I want to cook delicious food for Awu every day, so that one day she will be more important than those glass bottles that Awu is fiddling with!
Six months after the apocalypse, the streets were no longer as orderly as before.
The sky was gloomy and oppressive. Shops that had been pried open, cars that had been overturned, and the dry, rusty color of the roadside were everywhere. There were also zombies that kept roaring on the road.
All of this demonstrates the intense tension under the pressure of the apocalypse!
Although it was December, the weather was still hot and dry, with the sun shining brightly overhead.
The two figures, one white and one black, resembled underworld officials collecting souls, but upon closer inspection, they were clearly not ghost messengers, but rather deities descended from the heavens to save the world.
Pure and beautiful, untouched by the mundane world, it stands as a pure and tranquil haven amidst the murky atmosphere of this apocalyptic world.
"Hehehehehe—"
Wen Ya pointed at the zombies not far away, her eyes filled with excitement, but she didn't make a move. Instead, she tilted her head and smiled ingratiatingly at Ling Wu.
After receiving Ling Wu's nod.
A faint green light emanated from Wenya's fingertips, and purple vines rose from the ground, rapidly extending in all directions and engulfing all the zombies they encountered along the way.
"Hehe~ Hehehehe~" Ah Wu, isn't Ah Ya great?
Lingwu didn't hold back her praise, "Aya is amazing."
It's just unnecessary.
After all, she was there to save someone, not to give that person another visual shock.
However, it's not a bad thing for Aya to have a grand entrance when she first appears as the future zombie queen.
I just don't know if, after she turned a future Holy Mother Savior Bishop into a wicked and ruthless zombie king, the Heavenly Dao will not keep its promise when it wakes up.
Thinking of this, Ling Wu frowned slightly.
Upon seeing this, Wenya nervously whispered, "Hehe."
Wen Ya, who received Ling Wu's gentle smile, shook her head and grinned foolishly.
Ling Wu's slight frustration vanished without a trace.
If the Heavenly Dao dares not fulfill its obligations, then the Meng Po soup in this realm will no longer taste good. If the Meng Po soup tastes bad, the departed souls will not be willing to be reincarnated, and the Little Heavenly Dao will eventually give it to her while crying.
Ling Wu took Wen Ya's cold hand and walked towards the first dangerous place her "brother" had described in her memory.
Whenever they encountered a zombie along the way, Wenya would first make two "heh heh" sounds, and only after Lingwu nodded would her purple vines dare to fly out and lift the zombie behind them.
On the other side
The blue-haired youth held a baseball bat, his anger surging, but the zombies on the other side were coming on fiercely!
He put aside his previous conflict, leaned against the wall, and coldly spoke to the young man beside him:
"If you dare to scheme against me again, I'll twist your head off!"
The young man's legs went weak with fear. "I...I know! Boss..."
Seeing this, the blue-haired youth gripped the baseball bat tighter and whispered, "Run!"
But the presence of a living person cannot be concealed simply by speed!
The zombies rushed at the smell, and the stench of decay and rotting was extremely pungent!
The blue-haired youth was drenched in cold sweat and staggered, but his eyes remained calm.
Suddenly, a pair of hands pressed against his back!
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