When they arrived at the villa, it was already midnight. Song Ziqing and the others were yawning. The cars behind them followed them in and then stopped in front of the house next door.
Song Ziming ignored them. Although the villa complex was fully furnished, it was empty inside because no one had lived there. He had already checked the one that had been occupied before, and there was almost nothing left. So he hoped that this group of people would not disturb them.
However, just as they finished cooking, there was a knock on the door.
"They really came after all." Song Ziying snorted coldly, then helped Song Xia put on her hat.
"What is it?" Song Ziming did not fully open the door. Although he was only fifteen, he was already 1.8 meters tall, completely blocking the inside.
The sight could be blocked, but the smell couldn't. Heaven knows how many days these people hadn't eaten anything hot. They kept swallowing their saliva as they smelled the meat.
"Young man, what are you doing? Let us in first."
"Yes, you're eating already. You kids are quite capable!"
As they spoke, they tried to squeeze in, but one push didn't move them, and two pushes still didn't move them.
Song Ziming said sternly, "Did I say you could come in?"
The men's expressions immediately changed, and relying on their age, they said, "We won't talk to you, we'll call your elders."
"Get out!" Song Ziming was furious and immediately tried to close the door.
"Young man, please, I beg you, you can't just watch an old woman like me starve and freeze to death, can you?" The oldest woman among them stepped forward, her face full of pleading, her body trembling, and she even tried to kneel down before Song Ziming.
"Here's a steamed bun for you, and this firewood is enough for you to burn all night." It was impossible to let anyone in, so Song Ziqi brought a steamed bun and some firewood.
The group looked at him with a mixture of disgust and disbelief. The old man's face stiffened: "Didn't you stew meat? And you only gave me a steamed bun?"
Is this a complaint about the quality of the steamed buns? In the apocalypse, having steamed buns to eat is already a blessing, especially free ones.
The others chimed in, "That's right, how can you only give an old man a steamed bun? Have you no conscience?"
"It's freezing! Let us in."
"Give us all a bowl of meat soup. When we have supplies in the future, won't we still take care of you? There are so many of you children. Even if you have superpowers, how many can you find? We'll still have to rely on our efforts later."
Sure enough, people are prone to taking advantage of others, and the chill in Song Ziming's eyes intensified.
"Ziqi, take the steamed buns and firewood back." After saying that, he warned the group, "I'm saying this one last time, get out!"
"Young man, you..."
"Bang!" A clap of thunder exploded in the courtyard, startling the group.
"Do you really think we're all children who'll be easy to talk to? Trying to take advantage of us? No way."
After saying that, he closed the door. What kind of people are they? When they entered the villa area with them, there were four cars, all of which were full of things. They actually came over and asked for supplies with a sense of entitlement. Why don't you bring something to exchange?
Only after the door was closed did those people realize they were panicking.
The old man who had been knocking on the door said, "Fine, I'll just take one steamed bun, okay? But could you give me more firewood? You're all young people, how can you be so heartless?"
"We're all in this together, we're all survivors, can't you show some consideration?"
"We came here with you, you can't just ignore us."
This is getting more and more outrageous. How can someone be so shameless?
No one could eat properly. Song Ziming suddenly flung open the door and stared intently at them: "No one asked you to come with us, and we have no obligation to take care of you. You refused what we offered earlier, and now you have nothing. I'll count to three. If you don't leave, I'll really do it. It's not like this is the first time I've killed someone. We may be kids, but we've managed to live peacefully until now. Do you really think we owe it to other people's charity?"
After he finished speaking, the faces of these people turned deathly pale.
Because they all knew very well that the apocalypse had been going on for more than a month, and those who had survived until now were truly remarkable. It was indeed very possible that the child had killed someone.
They were taking advantage of the fact that these people were all children, so they tried to gain as much benefit as possible and subconsciously ignored the danger involved.
The group pleaded, "We just want to survive in this apocalypse, little friend, please have pity on us."
"Yes, we promise not to cause you any trouble."
"We really have no other options."
However pitiful their words may sound, Song Ziming will not soften his heart now; he has not forgotten the faces of these people just now.
Without a word, lightning slowly rose from his hand, while the men stared in terror at what was behind him.
Song Ziming turned around and saw that his mother had stood up at some point, wearing sunglasses and looking at the group of people expressionlessly.
The group trembled with fear as they recalled the battle that had taken place during the day: "Let's leave now."
"We're sorry to have disturbed you."
Song Ziming thought angrily, "Am I not authoritative enough? These people only left after Song's mother came out. It's the apocalypse, and they still think a kid like me is easy to bully. What are they thinking?"
"They finally left. They wanted to take advantage, but they didn't even say a nice word. What were they thinking?" Song Ziying scoffed. "Of course, even if they had said nice words, they wouldn't have been given meat soup. Do they know how rare that is in the apocalypse? Humph!"
Indeed, these people were probably used to using such tactics before the apocalypse and couldn't change them in the apocalypse, but they will eventually change.
In the apocalypse, everyone has to pay a price for survival. Who would be willing to help without expecting anything in return? Didn't you hear what those two people from the White Tiger Base said? It's the apocalypse, the social order has changed. Even if you go to the base, you still have to rely on your own labor to support yourself.
To their surprise, these people continued to curse even after returning to the villa next door.
"So what if you awakened a superpower? What's there to be so proud of? One day I'll be able to do the same."
"If you don't even help an old man like me, you'll be eaten by zombies sooner or later, ptooey!"
"No matter how high his superpowers are, how long can he support so many children? They'll have their day."
"But that broth smelled amazing! Where did they get such fresh meat?"
"It smells like meat I've never smelled before. Who knows if they were seven children from the beginning?"
The remaining few people were shocked after carefully considering the old man's words. They looked at each other, shuddered, and then laughed evilly.
Just as they were about to go to sleep, Song Xia suddenly got up.
"Aunt Song, what's wrong?"
Fearing that more mutated zombies might appear, Song Ziming and his companions followed closely behind. However, they saw Song Xia casually uproot a dead tree in front of the villa and smash it against the door of the neighboring villa with great force.
The group of people who were making malicious speculations turned pale with fright. When Song Ziming and the others woke up the next day, the group of people had already disappeared.
"They're smart to be sensible."
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