Chapter 112 Why are you chasing me?



Li Xin'er took the new member, Tie Guo, to get to know Er Sha and the others. The dogs sniffed each other curiously.

I glanced at the points panel on the second floor. This morning I collected supplies from several factories, and my points increased from 1002 to 1548...

If the zombies don't level up, reaching 100 million points will take a long time.

Li Xin'er suddenly didn't want to kill zombies indiscriminately anymore; she wanted to fatten them up before killing them...

They disposed of the zombie goose and took it with them out of the space.

The fighter jet breathed fire, burning the zombie goose's corpse to ashes.

Then, with a few mutated beasts, they returned to their temporary encampment.

"Sister Xin!"

Even from a distance, the vulture greeted her with its loud voice.

Next to the car, tables and stoves had already been set up in a proper manner, and as soon as you got close, you could smell the aroma of food.

The others, who had been curiously watching Carl cook, all looked up when they heard the vulture calling for help.

At a glance, you could spot the extra mutated white goose in the group.

The vulture was the first to exclaim in surprise.

"Wow, that goose is huge! It probably can't fit in one pot!"

The noise was quite loud, and even the iron pot heard it. It flapped its wings, stared at the vulture, and made a "quack quack quack" sound, seemingly quite dissatisfied.

As Li Xin'er and the others approached, Ali asked curiously,

"Sister Xin, is this goose also a mutated beast?"

Li Xin'er nodded casually.

"Yes, I found it on the road. It's called an iron pot."

Everyone: ......

Okay, if you say it was found, then it was found.

Stewed goose in an iron pot—is it like stewing yourself?

Ali didn't know how to respond, so he just gave a dry thumbs up.

"Good...good name."

"I think so too. Since you like it, you can take charge of the iron pot from now on."

As Li Xin'er spoke, she patted Ali's shoulder encouragingly.

Everyone felt something was off; there was a strange sense of schadenfreude in Sister Xin's tone.

Ali felt uneasy, but he still obediently agreed.

"Okay, I will take good care of the iron... iron pot."

Carl saw through it but didn't say anything. Ever since the vulture said there wasn't enough room in the pot, the big white goose had been staring at the vulture without taking its eyes off it. It seemed that the big white goose was not only vengeful but also difficult to deal with.

Li Xin'er noticed Carl's gaze, turned her head to look at him, and casually asked:

"How much longer until dinner?"

Carl immediately shifted his gaze and continued with his work.

"Almost done, just the last dish."

"Um."

Li Xin'er walked to the table and chairs next to her, sat down next to Wenwen, and waited for the meal to be served.

The mutated beasts were playing around the car. Gavin looked at the large white tiger he was responsible for raising, stroked his chin thoughtfully, and said:

"I feel like Little Grey has become even more majestic and spirited."

The golden eagle beside them nodded in agreement.

"Our fighter jets are too."

The two belatedly exchanged a glance.

Then the golden eagle clicked its tongue, leaned closer to Gavin, lowered its voice, and whispered something.

"Grey Magpie, do you think Sister Xin might be a fairy from the Land of Flowers?"

Gavin remained silent, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to explain it.

The golden eagle continued on its own:

"I've heard that the gods in China are all very powerful."

"Even if our Sister Xin isn't the most powerful fairy, she's probably the most beautiful one."

As he spoke, he nudged Gavin with his shoulder and raised his chin.

"Aren't you right?"

Gavin rolled his eyes at him.

"You don't need to say it."

The pretty older sister is definitely the most beautiful.

The two thought they were speaking very quietly, but little did they know that Li Xin'er could hear them clearly, and they had to strain to hold back their laughter.

Calling her a demon or a ghost is more plausible than calling her a deity...

Have you ever seen a god who kills without blinking an eye?

"Ah! Why are you chasing me?!"

Suddenly, the mournful cries of vultures rang out.

All eyes turned to him, and there he saw Iron Pot flapping its wings, its neck tilted forward, chasing after the vulture's rear.

'Giggle giggles~'

The pigeon laughed so hard it bent over.

"Hahaha, vulture! Because you have cough syrup~"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Unable to catch up, the iron pot resorted to spraying water at the vulture's rear, mouthful after mouthful...

The hornbills started jeering again, "The vulture wets its pants!"

The vulture clutched its rear end and screamed in despair.

"Ah, iron pot! I'll never forgive you!"

The two wounded men lying on the stretchers nearby couldn't help but laugh, which aggravated their wounds. Their laughter was tinged with pain, and their faces were contorted with embarrassment.

Li Xin'er had been watching the commotion, but suddenly her spiritual power detected someone approaching. Her expression changed, and she sternly rebuked them.

"Iron pot!"

As soon as Li Xin'er spoke, the room fell silent.

Iron Pot, with wings tucked between its legs, silently returned to Li Xin'er's side.

Carl was the first to notice that Li Xin'er's expression was off, and came over to ask:

"What's wrong?"

Li Xin'er stood up from her chair and looked at the end of the road.

“Someone’s coming. Thirty-two of them, two of them are armed.”

Upon hearing this, even though no one had seen it yet, everyone believed Li Xin'er's words and immediately became alert, taking out their weapons in preparation.

Carl gestured to the cassowary, which nodded, turned around, climbed onto the roof of the vehicle, and took control of the machine gun.

The hornbill and blood pheasant even carried the two wounded birds, the snowy owl and the falcon, into the vehicle.

Li Xin'er also took the opportunity to get all the mutated beasts onto the vehicle.

Several minutes later, the group of people finally saw a group of figures appear at the end of the road.

The golden eagle, holding an AK, took a drag of its cigarette, looking somewhat puzzled.

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