One month later.
The family arrived at the warehouse rented by Bai Anhai, and everyone stood in the converted bus, dumbfounded.
The bus has two floors, and the upper floor has been converted into a sleeping area, divided into four small spaces, each covered with a soft mattress and blanket.
The only drawback is that you can only move around by bending over, as the height is too low.
Below are the living room, kitchen, and storage cabinets. The storage cabinets are divided into two parts: one is a freezer, and the other is a cabinet for storing items at room temperature.
In addition, a shower room was specially built downstairs.
The area at the bottom of the bus used for storing luggage has been converted into a water tank, so there's no need to worry about running out of water when taking a shower.
The engine, which was originally fuel-consuming, was converted to be electric.
In the apocalypse, wherever there are lightning-type ability users, there is no shortage of electricity.
When lightning-type ability users can skillfully control the amount of electricity, they can perfectly act as batteries.
"Dad, why hasn't the appearance changed?"
Bai Yifan glanced at the exterior of the bus and slightly pursed his lips.
The buses look exactly like ordinary buses, with white and blue exteriors everywhere.
Do you know what it means to be low-key?
Bai Anhai rolled his eyes at Bai Yifan.
"No need to keep it low-key, I've already awakened my metal-type ability!"
Bai Yifan was slightly smug.
After a week of being envious of everyone else having superpowers, Bai Yifan also acquired a metal-type superpower.
"This must have cost a lot of money, right?" Bai Zhengxuan looked at the bus lane with a grin. "When did our family become so rich?"
The storage of supplies alone cost a lot, and the various modifications to the bus also required a considerable amount of money.
"Let me just say this to everyone!" Bai Anhai said calmly, "Two months from now, either the apocalypse will break out, or I'll go in and eat the country's food for free."
Everyone: ...
Do you know why I work so hard?
Bai Anhai asked calmly.
"Why?" Bai Yifan asked back.
"I'm afraid that when I get old, no one will take care of me!"
Bai Anhai rolled his eyes.
My son is not as good as a char siu bao!
Especially with a particularly unreliable son, Bai Anhai was always worried about his future.
Bai Yifan: ...
"Xiao Hai! Now you understand why your dad is so serious when teaching his students, right?"
Bai Zhengxuan glanced at Bai Anhai.
My son is not as good as braised pork knuckle!
Bai Anhai:......
After a pleasant chat with her family, Bai Xizhu put the bus into her spatial storage.
The warehouse has a lot of specially made windbreakers and down jackets, as well as a lot of summer and autumn clothes, all bought according to the size of a family.
Bai Xizhu waved her hand and put everything into her spatial storage.
By this time, the Bai family had spent almost all of their savings and stored all the necessary supplies in their spatial dimension.
There are less than two months left before the apocalypse begins.
The rest is about improving your physical fitness and expanding your knowledge of post-apocalyptic survival.
After collecting the supplies, the family sat down in a row, listening attentively as Bai Xizhu explained the precautions for the apocalypse.
The core principle is simple: don't be a saint. Save those you can save, but don't save those you're not confident you can save, and never easily trust others.
Bai Xizhu had learned her lesson in this regard, so she emphasized not to trust others.
"Don't worry, I've read all the post-apocalyptic novels. We just need to trust our own people!" Bai Zhengxuan said.
"Can I make a small request?"
Bai Yifan timidly asked a question.
"What are your requirements?" Bai Xizhu asked Bai Yifan.
"Dad, could you please stop eating garlic from now on?"
Bai Yifan looked at Bai Anhai with a resentful expression.
He didn't want to be exposed to the smell of garlic when he died, in case the good stuff ended up in the family.
"cannot!"
Bai Anhai shrugged.
“…I have another question!” Bai Yifan raised his hand again.
"explain!"
Bai Xizhu's lips twitched; she had a feeling that her younger brother was about to court disaster.
"What if Dad turns into a zombie? Would that count as patricide?" A hint of struggle flashed across Bai Yifan's face.
If Dad eats garlic, he doesn't want to suffer the consequences of his garlic-smelling teeth.
“...No.” Bai Xizhu glanced at Bai Anhai, whose face had darkened, and said, “Zombies have no self-awareness, only a bloodthirsty instinct. They can no longer be called human.”
"……That's good."
Bai Yifan touched his nose.
“My son has turned into a zombie, so I wouldn’t be considered to have murdered my son, would I?” Bai Anhai looked at Bai Yifan with a sinister gaze.
“...That doesn’t count.” Bai Xizhu’s lips twitched slightly.
Bai Yifan: ...
After the family had another "pleasant" discussion about moral issues, they devised a plan to enhance physical fitness and superpowers.
Run five kilometers every morning and evening to improve lung capacity.
I spend my lunch break practicing my special abilities in this space.
The afternoons are spent learning martial arts; a teacher was specially hired to instruct the whole family.
Bai Yifan and Bai Xizhu no longer need to go to school, and Bai Anhai and Wang Yiyun have also resigned from their jobs to focus on training.
Every day is packed with activities.
That morning, Bai Xizhu was getting ready to go for a run with her family when she received a text message.
Leng Yebai: I'll be waiting for you at the entrance of your residential area.
Bai Xizhu's heart skipped a beat, and she made up an excuse to go to the entrance of her residential compound.
As soon as I came out, I saw Leng Yebai dressed in casual clothes.
Leng Yebai is usually seen in a suit and tie, looking very ascetic.
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