Various large cotton hats, various fluffy scarves, various down jackets and mink coats.
The colorful, eclectic mix of styles is gathered in the long corridor of the community garden.
Everyone here is wearing their thickest clothes to ward off the biting cold wind.
The superhumans are more noticeable here, as they are dressed noticeably lighter than the others.
Jiang Qingwan was no exception.
Jiang Qingwan wore one less hat and one less scarf than the others.
This kind of movement is quite inconvenient; if the hat isn't securely fastened, it can easily fall off, and if the scarf is too securely fastened, it can easily be pulled by someone.
This seriously affects the combat experience.
Since I've already introduced myself as a fire-type ability user, wearing less clothing isn't a big deal; it doesn't seem out of place.
As soon as Jiang Qingwan arrived, Gu Ningyue spotted her with sharp eyes and immediately ran to her side.
Gu Ningyue's outfit was the same choice, except she omitted the hat and scarf.
Those who are wrapped up tightly are probably ordinary people, barring any unforeseen circumstances.
Everyone carries knives, guns, and clubs; they should choose the tools they have at home that are most convenient for them.
Jiang Qingwan chose a long knife she bought before the apocalypse.
Gu Ningyue must have created this supernatural knife herself. The blade is snow-white and sharp, and the hilt is engraved with exquisite dark patterns, which she clearly drew herself.
The property manager said, "It's almost time. We'll split into two vehicles. The large vehicle will be provided by the property management, but you can drive your own if you prefer."
After a brief discussion, Jiang Qingwan and Gu Ningyue decided to take the property management's car.
It's better to travel as a group, mainly because neither of them wants to drive themselves.
Several people asked the property manager to sign up so they could drive their own cars to follow along, and the property manager agreed.
Jiang Qingwan and Gu Ningyue chose the second car. The first car was probably for scouting, and the second car was probably safer.
Most of the men also consciously chose the first car.
The car started smoothly and began to head deeper into the city.
The people on the bus were randomly grouped together; apart from those who already knew each other, no one else was a stranger.
They huddled together in pairs, remaining silent.
Unable to bear the deathly silence any longer, someone spoke first: "I wonder how long this apocalypse will last, and why there's still no rescue?"
Someone nearby chimed in, "Sigh, these past few days have felt like a dream. I don't even know what kind of days I've been living each day."
"We're okay here, but I heard the city center is crowded and people are suffering."
"We need to collect as much supplies as possible when we go to gather them later, otherwise it will probably be more difficult later."
"Yes. We'll split up freely later; some of us will carry supplies, and others will clear out the zombies."
"Is there anyone who came out alone? Let's assign them randomly."
"I came alone; I don't know anyone here."
The young security guard from the residential compound stepped forward and said, "Here's what we'll do. Those with superpowers who need to go out alone in a group, raise your left hand. Ordinary people who need to go out alone in a group, raise your right hand."
Upon hearing the security guard's words, the ordinary people on the bus raised their right hands without hesitation, while some of the superhumans thought for a while before raising their left hands.
"The team's supplies will be distributed as follows: six for those with superpowers and four for ordinary people. Those with superpowers need to protect their teammates' safety. Of course, you can also negotiate your own arrangements." The security guard formulated the allocation policy, forming teams of two with superpowers and three ordinary people.
There are fewer people with superpowers who need to team up and raise their hands when they are alone compared to ordinary people.
It's possible that the superhuman feels they don't need teammates and want to be a lone wolf.
"Zombies—" someone exclaimed in a low voice.
Not far from the residential area, there were many zombies floating around on the street with blank expressions.
The security guard glanced at the vehicle in the windshield and calmly said, "It's alright. Our vehicles were all modified back then. These zombies aren't clustered together; they can just ram them when they come. The vehicles are very sturdy and won't deform."
The security guard paused for a moment, then added, "These zombies are not a threat in number. What we need to unite for is that if we encounter a small horde of zombies, the car might not be able to be rammed open, and then everyone will have to help."
Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
"Don't worry. If such a crisis really happens, we will definitely unite as one and overcome the difficulties together," a neighbor full of positive energy said.
The others echoed this sentiment, all expressing their sincerity and determination to do their part.
Gu Ningyue quietly grasped Jiang Qingwan's hand, her fingers tightening around it.
He looked somewhat nervous.
Jiang Qingwan turned her head to look at him and whispered to comfort him, "Don't be afraid. With our strength, we can return safely as long as we are a little careful."
Jiang Qingwan is not afraid of the zombies in the early stages of the apocalypse.
They lack organization and discipline, and only know how to rush forward recklessly.
Let alone the superpowers of those with special abilities, even an ordinary person wielding a knife, if they have enough courage, can use tools to chop off a zombie's head like slicing a watermelon.
Jiang Qingwan's water and fire elemental cultivation is no joke; her current strength is comparable to that of a third-tier ability user.
Moreover, while others possess only a single superpower, she is a dual-elemental level three user of both water and fire, capable of defeating level four zombies.
Even second-tier zombies are now in the minority.
Gu Ningyue nodded gently, her expression firm. "I will. Take care of yourself. I still need to return the supplies to you."
Jiang Qingwan smiled and said, "You can do it. A top-tier metal-type ability user in the future!"
This statement is not unfounded.
Gu Ningyue indeed lived up to this.
I don't know how Gu Ningyue gradually transformed from a cute and gentle painter into a violent, super-powerful, cold-blooded metal-type superpowered individual in later generations.
Perhaps this is me witnessing the path to godhood of a master.
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