Chapter 78 You’re welcome.
Lu Xingyao held the grapes and glanced at the deputy commander who died with his eyes open beside him.
He lowered his head, closed his eyes deeply, and replied: "I will help you to cover up your lie. I hope you can fulfill the promise you made before."
Regardless of whether he has super powers or not, he is just a mortal. How can a mortal fight against a "god"?
To guard the survivor base and rush to District 9 every day and night, the psychics have to stay in a highly tense state. They have to collect supplies to ensure a continuous supply of food, and resist the tide of zombies at night to prevent them from crossing the power grid and biting their blood vessels. After seven years of hard work, they are too exhausted and have no fighting spirit left.
The other party's terms of having enough food and drink and a good sleep every night sound as good as life before the virus outbreak, making it hard not to be tempted.
If this wonderful life had to be exchanged for superpowers... well, it wasn't really an exchange. She was clearly trying to snatch it away, but she was simply giving him a plan with fewer casualties.
Why not choose? It's just another surrender.
Shu Lan said, "If you agree, then don't kneel down. Stand up quickly. Would you lie?"
Lu Xingyao, who had been praised for his honesty throughout his life, was stunned: "Probably."
"That's not the case. I'll bury your deputy commander. When we get out, you can tell him he asked me some more questions about the God of Destruction, and then he decided to go back to District 12 with a gun. He can't be called back."
Lu Xingyao said with a guilty conscience, "If I say that...will others believe it?"
"Who cares if they believe it or not? You're the commander, and yet someone questions your words? If they don't believe me, let them chase after me. Baby, bury this dead man."
Lu Xingyao thought: She is so confident in lying, this girl must have done this many times before.
The cement floor next to him cracked because the soil underneath was squeezing upward. Lu Xingyao quickly took a few steps back and saw that the fresh soil underneath was also moving to both sides. The exposed pit just swallowed Qu Xiang and his gun. Then the turned-over soil was moved back to its original position. Except for a raised slope of fresh soil, there was no trace left on the ground.
Lu Xingyao thought again: The child must have often killed people and buried bodies.
He looked at the thing in his hand and hesitated: "What should I do with the grapes..."
Shu Lan gave him a strange look and said, "Just eat quickly. What's so good about asking?"
Lu Xingyao's eyes revealed regret: "I want to leave it to my daughter."
Shu Lan said, "...if you don't want to eat it, give it back to me."
"Eat, eat."
Lu Xingyao never expected that at the age of nearly fifty, he would still be controlled by a girl who looked about the same age as his daughter. He plucked the grapes and gobbled them up ravenously. Some of them he ate without even spitting out the skin. Soon, only a bare stalk was left in his hand.
Shu Lan turned and left, and Lu Xingyao followed silently, with a sweet taste in his mouth and a grape hidden in his palm.
I don’t know if there will be this kind of thing next time, so I want to let Qinghe try it, even if it’s just one piece.
After going out, Lu Xingyao thought that many people would ask him where the deputy commander had gone, but no one did. Everyone was doing their own thing, some were removing the power grid, some were distributing lunch, and ordinary people were queuing up to squeeze into the carriages. Everyone's face was covered with dust and fatigue from being beaten by life.
He felt bitter and helpless. He was overthinking it. Who would have the time to care about other people's lives at this time?
Apart from Qin Xiaoshuang, who said that he would have a good life if he handed over his superpowers, Lu Xingyao was also very nervous to be honest. After all, he didn't know whether she would keep her promise after helping him to cover up the lie.
Facing the curious questions, Shu Lan appeared extremely patient: "There are about two thousand people living there, from eight districts ten together."
"Didn't the Zombie King ask us to live underground? So everyone is researching how to build an underground base. Zombies? Of course, we have some protection, but more often than not, we pray to the God of Destruction to send messengers to help us. He likes to hear good words, and at night, he basically grants any request."
"My son's father? He turned into a zombie and was beaten to death."
Shu Lan looked up and saw Lu Xingyao. She waved and left the crowd. She rode her electric scooter and pushed it in front of him. She smiled and asked, "When can we leave, Commander?"
Lu Xingyao was a little dazed. Was the man who had the final say in the alley just now the same person as the warm and friendly girl in front of him?
"commander?"
Lu Xingyao was awakened from his chaotic thoughts by her voice and replied nervously, "Right away, I'll go and urge them."
Shu Lan said, "I'll go with you."
What I mean is, I'm watching you, don't do anything tricky.
Lu Xingyao had no objection to this.
Shu Lan rode with him for a while and felt Shu Maomao's face against her back. She stopped in a shadow and turned to look at him. Her eyelids were half-closed and she looked listless, a sign that she had run out of energy.
The energy consumed by each superpower varied. Shu Lan thought about how he had just gone back for more than an hour to escape the pursuit of the god of death, and frowned in pain, holding his face.
"Are you sleepy? I'll say hello to him later and we'll go to the space."
Shu Maomao's voice was too weak to speak: "Mommy, when we're not around, he'll say things he shouldn't say."
"It doesn't matter. If he dares to say it, Mommy will use even more ruthless methods to make them obey."
Just at this time, after Lu Xingyao had given instructions to the captains in charge of personnel management in District 12, he discovered that Shu Lan was no longer following him. He got into his private pickup truck, where his daughter Lu Qinghe was resting with her eyes closed.
"Why don't you turn on the air conditioner when you sleep?"
Lu Qinghe said lazily with sweat all over her body: "Save some gas, Dad, where did you go just now?"
"... I talked to that girl named Qin Xiaoshuang for a while. Qinghe, look."
Lu Qinghe saw the round object in his palm and her eyes gradually widened: "Pu——"
"Shh, don't scream. Eat it. This is what Qin Xiaoshuang gave me. It proves that District 10 Commander Lin Yi is indeed in their base."
Lu Qinghe took it over. From childhood to adulthood, her father would always bring her delicious food no matter whether he was going to a banquet or coming back from outside, and the end of the world was no exception.
While feeling moved, Lu Qinghe caught a glimpse of Lu Xingyao's gloomy expression. As a psychology major, she could tell something was wrong with her father.
"Dad, is something wrong with you?"
Lu Xingyao sat back in the driver's seat, all sorts of thoughts swirling in his mind. Finally, he sighed heavily, "Your Uncle Qu said he's afraid of that god and wants to go back to District 12. He's gone."
"Ah? He didn't go and incite others, did he?"
"No, I left alone with a gun."
Lu Qinghe squeezed the grape into her mouth and sucked the juice off the skin. "That's fine, Uncle Qu can go if he wants. We can't do anything about his long legs. Just don't shake the morale of the troops." It's so sweet. No wonder a space user can become a commander. It would be great if we had such a powerful space user here."
Lu Xingyao sighed again. The spatial ability was not that powerful. There was someone else who was powerful.
He turned on the air conditioner, drove over to the mother and son parked under the tree, opened the car door and got out. He asked Shu Lan with a bit of nervousness and timidity, "We can go now. I'll lead the way, and they'll follow. Qin Xiaoshuang, can you take my car and lead the way?"
Lu Qinghe was in the passenger seat. Knowing nothing about the truth, she greeted Shu Lan enthusiastically, "Come on, the air conditioner is on!"
Shu Lan took a quick look and saw that there was only the father and daughter in the car. The back seat was completely empty, reserved for her.
After pondering for a moment, Shu Lan nodded in agreement: "Okay, please help me bring my car as well."
Lu Xingyao nodded, opened the sunshade of the rear cargo compartment, and asked a passerby to help lift her electric scooter up.
The commander of District 1 personally helped people lift the car, and no one found it strange. This shows that Lu Xingyao is a humble person. He is not like Lin Yi who is determined to be a local tyrant and make such a clear class division among commanders, psychics, and ordinary people.
Shu Lan opened the back door and climbed in with Shu Maomao. Lu Qinghe turned around, covered her mouth with her hand, and whispered, "Thank you for the grapes."
Shu Lan's eyes seemed to glance over Lu Xingyao inadvertently. His hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, veins and muscles bulging on his bronze skin. It seemed that he didn't expect his daughter to suddenly mention this matter, and he was so nervous that he dared not move.
She smiled at Lu Qinghe and said calmly, "You're welcome. There will be more in the future."
The system said that as the number of people increases, the space will expand accordingly, and it will not be a problem to keep 20,000 people active with the previous quality of life.
The premise is that these 20,000 people still want to live.
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