"That works now."
After hoisting the monster onto the roof of the vehicle and securing it with chains, the group breathed a sigh of relief. However, because the monster was too large and heavy, they were afraid of damaging the vehicle, so they had to abandon some supplies.
"Let's go back to base!"
They stood tall and proud, eager to see the jaws drop in astonishment of the people in the base. Such a huge mutated zombie, and a living one at that, was sure to attract a wave of followers for them.
"Holy crap, what's that?"
"Dude, what's in your car?"
When they encountered other survivors on the road, they were all drawn to them and drove closer to ask them questions.
"Mutant zombies, prepare to transport them back to the base for research." Old Luo, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, had never felt so pleased with himself. Finally, he could put on a show for once.
"How can it be so big!"
"You scared me! It's still alive?"
"Alive? How is that possible?"
Luo smiled smugly: "We specifically capture them alive for research. What value do they have if they're dead?"
"Dude, which base are you from?"
"White Tiger Base".
"No wonder. I heard that the person you're talking about in your base is a dual-elemental ability user named Fan Quan. Did he capture this mutated zombie?"
Old Luo scoffed, "How could he have that ability? It was Sister Song who caught him. Fan Quan was already dead at Sister Song's hands long ago."
The convoy, which had come out of curiosity to watch, looked at each other in disbelief. They had long heard of Fan Quan's reputation and that he was among the top five in strength among the four major bases. How could he have died like this?
"Dude, you're not kidding, are you?"
"Do I need to tell you such an obvious joke? If Fan Quan dares to touch our Sister Song's people, our Sister Song will send him straight to the Western Paradise. Haven't heard of that yet? Our Sister Song's special ability is to control tens of thousands of zombies to besiege a city."
"Able to control zombies?"
"And it involves controlling tens of thousands?"
The convoy gasped. Since the apocalypse, they had traveled all over the country several times, and they had never heard of any superhuman with such great abilities.
"Don't believe me? Come with us to the White Tiger Base and you'll believe me. By the way, Sister Song's team is still recruiting. Are you interested?"
The group waved their hands and said, "We're used to being idle, but we've recently collected some supplies, so we can go with you to the White Tiger Base to exchange them for something else."
"Then let's go together. Once we get to the White Tiger Base, you'll see we weren't lying. If you change your mind and join us then, it'll be the same. Following Sister Song is definitely the right thing to do."
In fact, the convoy was already excited even before they reached the White Tiger Base, because they hadn't encountered any zombies along the way, and even if they had, they hadn't attacked them—the first time this had happened since the apocalypse began.
Especially when a flock of zombie sparrows flew overhead, they completely ignored them!
"I thought it was going to be another tough battle."
"Last time we also encountered a flock of zombie sparrows. We only managed to escape by sacrificing two of our ability users and abandoning all our supplies. This time, however..."
They watched in horror as two zombie birds landed on Song Xia's shoulders. These two zombie birds were slightly larger and were clearly the leaders of the group, yet they obediently allowed themselves to be petted. If it weren't for the fact that the two zombie birds' eyes were completely grayish-white when they turned their heads, they would have thought they were Song Xia's pets!
It can actually control zombies! And it can control so many at once without showing any signs of fatigue.
This ability is probably unique among all the bases. If this ability continues to grow, will it eventually be able to control zombies worldwide? And then the apocalypse will be over?
"Hiss, if she has any ambitions to become king or tyrant..." The members of the convoy exchanged glances. They decided to follow Sister Song from now on, but how should they bring it up? After all, she had just refused them.
Old Luo smiled at them and offered a way out: "Sister Song treats us very well, unlike other forces that have many requirements. Even if we want to leave later, she won't stop us. Sister Song's purpose in organizing us together is nothing more than to make the survivors live better in this apocalypse as much as possible. People like you who have superpowers after the apocalypse but haven't become arrogant are exactly the kind of talents that Sister Song needs. Do you want to join?"
"We'll join." The group was quite excited; this was a powerful figure who could control zombies!
Recently, they have also discovered that the zombies and mutated animals are becoming increasingly powerful. Although everyone in their convoy is a superhuman, no one can be sure whether they could survive if they encountered a zombie that is three stories tall.
Following a strong person may mean sacrificing some freedom, but it also guarantees your life.
More importantly, they vaguely felt that by following Sister Song, they would gradually witness miracles.
Song Ziming stood beside Song Xia, a slight smile playing on his lips. Song Xia turned her head and asked, "You like it?"
“I like it.” Song Ziming nodded. “Our power will grow stronger and stronger in the future, and then we won’t have to worry about your identity being discovered, Mother Song.”
"I'm not afraid." Song Xia looked steadily at him. Even if her identity was discovered, she wasn't afraid. "I'm afraid... something might happen to you..."
"With you protecting us, Mother Song, who would dare to harm us?"
"Exposure".
“Uncle Min, Uncle Luo, and Uncle Hei all know your identity, Mama Song, but nothing has happened to you. As long as you conquer enough people, no one will dare to object.”
"The world...is very big..."
Song Ziming remained silent. He understood what his mother meant. The world was vast, and his mother might not be the most capable one, so he needed to work even harder! As the eldest son, he couldn't let his mother shoulder the family's responsibilities alone.
"So next time we go out, Mrs. Song, let's split up."
"No." This was one of the few times Song Xia showed such anxiety since being infected with the zombie virus. "It's dangerous."
“I’m not afraid of danger, I’m afraid I won’t grow. Mother Song, we can’t always be protected under your wings. I have a feeling that spring is coming. This is the opportunity for all the superpowered people and mutated zombies and mutated animals to widen the gap. Whoever is lazy will fall behind.”
Song Ziming's gaze was firm: "Mom, I want to protect you too."
Song Xia's lips moved slightly, then she let out a heavy sigh, seemingly feeling utterly helpless.
“Aunt Song, we don’t need to be so pessimistic. Look, if we didn’t tell you, who would have thought you had been infected?”
Their mother, Song, is completely different from ordinary zombies. Is this a miracle?
This wasn't the first miracle Song Mama had given them. It was already a miracle that they were able to meet Song Mama and grow up safely and happily.
Song Zile, who was once diagnosed by doctors as potentially unable to care for himself, can now communicate with them in a simple way. Perhaps another miracle will occur with Song Zian, curing his heart disease!
As long as Song's mother is around, he feels that nothing is impossible.
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