Chapter 349: The Doomsday Version of a Shaman

An Ran listened to what Zhao Ru meant and remembered what Zhao Ru had said before: the essence of the world is composed of the five elements, and the five elements are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. She suddenly felt as if she had met a doomsday version of a shaman, Zhao Ru.

Is Zhao Ru crazy or what? Her idea is so absurd and ridiculous. She doesn't look like a person who has received advanced education from abroad and has a different realm of thought from the secular world.

"Do you think I need to see a psychiatrist?" Zhao Ru looked into An Ran's eyes. An Ran didn't answer, so Zhao Ru sneered, "You really think I need to see a psychiatrist, right?"

"I" An Ran hesitated for a while, "I just feel that it's hard for humans to survive now. Your idea is too grand. How should I put it? It's too fantasy. What do you want to do? Gather gold, wood, water, fire, and earth and then summon a dragon? Well, I, I can only wish you success."

"Thanks!"

Zhao Ru shrugged and accepted An Ran's blessing indifferently. Her realm was not something that a common woman like An Ran could understand. Of course, Zhao Ru did not expect to become close friends with An Ran.

Everyone has their own path to the end of the world. Zhao Ru has to stand with An Ran, and An Ran just needs to stay vigilant.

As he was talking, Zhan Lian came up from the first floor in a hurry, carrying a box of things. An Ran hurriedly stood up from the ground, greeted him, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"These are some rice oil and noodle snacks. I found them from the convenience store next door."

The supplies in this small county are not that abundant, but there are many convenience stores. Each convenience store has a small warehouse. The goods in any convenience store are enough to fill a SUV.

"Thank you." An Ran took the cardboard box handed over by Zhan Lian, looked down, and saw everything inside, including ham, slim, vacuum-packed cooked food, etc. Then she looked up, looked at Zhan Lian's face, and asked, "Are there a lot of zombies outside?"

She didn't go out, but just by listening to the lingering howling of the zombies around her, she felt something was wrong. An Ran asked curiously, "When we came, many zombies were locked up at home. This is just a small county town. Are there so many zombies?"

"Zombies have evolved."

Zhan Lian lowered his head and looked at An Ran, his eyes somewhat unhappy, because of the thank you An Ran said to him. Now no matter what he did for her, she would always add a thank you. It was too polite and too strange. But what could he care about now? He said again: "The dim light in the hall last night attracted a lot of visual zombies. Most of the zombies have evolved vision. There are more than 10 copper-skinned zombies among this batch of zombies."

"Ah???" An Ran's face turned pale. "Bronze-skinned zombies, are they the kind of zombies with copper skin and iron bones?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Have you been persecuted by it?" Zhan Lian felt a little distressed when he saw that her face was too pale.

An Ran nodded, frowned, and whispered, "Our neighbor across the street, Sister Yuan, was bitten to death by this kind of zombie."

An Ran didn't want to talk about how painful the process was. It was too heavy to talk about it, and to her left was the ward where Heng Heng was, and An Ran was afraid that Heng Heng could hear it.

Zhan Lian looked down at An Ran for a long time without saying anything, nor did he ask anything else. He just raised his hand, and held An Ran's shoulder with his broad and steady hand, squeezed it, and cleared his throat. "Don't worry, Luo Feifan is a fire-type mutant, it's easy for him to deal with this kind of zombie."

(End of this chapter)