People continued to emerge from the buildings on both sides, looking at Song Xia and the others with pleading, fearful, and hateful eyes. But when Song Ziming glanced over, they all lowered their heads and became like quails.
That's human nature. People want to be helped by those with high abilities, so they fear and admire them. However, once they find that their demands are not met, they become jealous and hateful.
But Song Ziming and his group didn't care. His mindset had changed after the apocalypse. All he wanted was for his family to be safe and sound. If he were to associate with these people, would he expect his mother to remain hidden forever?
Sorry, he can't do that.
Furthermore, with the mutated zombies eliminated, these people are safe for the time being. If they are smart, they can choose to leave now and go to that base, or they can choose to fortify their residences and search for more supplies. Why put their hopes on others?
Since it was a rare occasion for them to come out together, and there weren't many zombies on the streets, Song Ziming decided to lead everyone in searching for useful items. With such a large family, they needed a lot of things.
"Aunt Song, are you alright?" Thinking of the injuries Aunt Song had just sustained, they rushed to the pharmacy immediately. However, after the apocalypse, pharmacies were also the most looted places, and there wasn't much left.
Song Xia shook her head and stretched out her arm; the broken part of her arm had begun to heal.
Song Ziming and his colleagues were shocked by her healing abilities, and they also discovered that Song's mother's grayish-white skin seemed to have lost some of its grayness, leaving only a pale white.
"Big brother, is Mother Song about to recover?" Song Ziqing's eyes sparkled like stars.
"I don't know, but there is hope."
Song Ziming was quite excited, after all, he had never seen anyone like his mother who, after being infected, became more and more rational, and perhaps she really would recover one day.
Moreover, even if the zombie virus cannot be completely eradicated, with Song's mother's changes, she becomes no different from an ordinary person. So what difference does it make whether the virus is still there or not?
Song Ziqi said gently, "Mrs. Song, may I take off your glasses so I can see?"
Song Xia took the initiative to take it down, and everyone was pleasantly surprised to find that her eyes were really different. The mutated zombie from before only had a small part in the middle of its eyeballs, and Song's mother's eyes were mostly grayish-white before, but now the gray had faded a bit, and her pupils had also become larger.
"Did Song's mother eat that mutated zombie crystal core?"
Song Xia shook her head and took out the dazzling crystal core. It was about the same size as the previous crystal core, but its light was even more dazzling. The group of people were so amazed by its beauty that they almost stopped breathing.
"Aunt Song, will you feel better after eating this?"
Song Xia withdrew her food amidst the puzzled looks of everyone, and Song Ziqing became anxious: "Song Mama, you eat it!"
The others also tried to persuade her, but Song Xia didn't take it out again.
"Perhaps it's not the right time yet. Let's just listen to Mother Song."
That's true. Song's mother has only just evolved, and perhaps she needs to wait for a better time.
They stopped worrying about it. They figured they could never go wrong by listening to Mother Song. If it weren't for Mother Song's excellent judgment before the apocalypse, they wouldn't be alive now.
Song Ziqing and Song Zian kept looking around, exclaiming, "Second Sister, the city looks so desolate!"
"Hmm." Song Ziqi felt a pang of sadness. Her two youngest siblings had never seen a bustling metropolis before, and now the world had suddenly changed. Perhaps it would get even worse in the future.
However, when Song Ziqi felt sorry for her younger siblings, she forgot to consider how old she herself was. And when had she ever truly seen the world?
Previously, Song Xia had to take care of seven children by herself, so there were bound to be things she couldn't attend to. Moreover, she wasn't particularly wealthy. The world that Song Ziqi had seen was nothing more than what she had seen on television.
It can only be said that children from poor families mature early, and those like them are sensible even earlier.
Song Ziqi always looked out for her younger siblings because she hoped their childhood could be easier and happier.
"So beautiful!" After hearing that gold had other uses, Song Ziming and his group went to a jewelry store. Even if it was useless, girls always like pretty things. They couldn't afford it before the apocalypse, but couldn't they have some after the apocalypse?
Even the tomboyish Song Ziying couldn't resist the allure of jewelry and immediately put a Buddha pendant around her neck.
Song Ziqing wore them all over her neck, arms, and fingers, like she was playing with toys, taking whichever was the shiniest. She even forced Song Xia to wear a gold bracelet.
"It looks so good, now even Song's mother has one."
Upon hearing this, the others fell silent. Just a month before the apocalypse, the aunt next door had boasted to Song's mother that Song's mother had also owned such things years ago, but had sold them to make a living.
After taking most of the jewelry from the store, the group moved on to the interior of the mall. Most of the merchandise in those brand stores that even Song Ziqi and the others couldn't recognize was still there. The apocalypse came too quickly; almost overnight, most people turned into zombies. That's why these big-name items survived. After all, they wouldn't have much value after the apocalypse.
The seven people came here for no other reason than to buy clothes for Song Xia. They didn't know anything about good or bad, they only knew that the better the store's decoration, the better the quality of the goods, and the more beautiful Song's mother would look in them.
Clothes, shoes, hats, scarves, sunglasses, even bags—basically anything they think looks good, they bring it all.
Song Xia had already tried anesthesia and felt extremely irritable, but looking at the expectant eyes of the little ones, she couldn't bear to make them sad.
After browsing the luxury goods section, they went to the children's clothing section. They wanted to dress comfortably and warmly, since they had never had the chance to wear such nice clothes and shoes before!
They even gave Song Zile, Song Zian, and Song Ziqing a lot of toys, so that everyone's hands were full in the end.
Fortunately, the zombies' deterrent effect allowed these little brats to have such a happy and fulfilling time.
Before leaving, Song Ziqing asked reluctantly, "Big brother, second sister, when will we come again next time?"
"Let's wait until the weather gets better. If we don't go back now, the snow will block the road."
As soon as they stepped out of the mall, they felt a chill hit them, and their jaws chattered uncontrollably. Fortunately, they got into the car immediately.
However, after starting the vehicle, Song Ziming discovered that there was a car following them.
“It’s those people from earlier.” Song Ziqi frowned, unsure of what to do.
Song Ziying gripped his longsword: "I'll go drive them away."
"Ignore them." Song Ziming said coldly. "After all, in the post-apocalyptic world, everyone is free to go wherever they want. That villa community doesn't belong to us alone. As long as they don't bother us, it's fine."
Although it's frustrating, it's true. I just hope these people will know better.
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