Chapter 163 Tensions Rise
The next day, Mu Qingyu returned as usual. This time, she controlled herself and didn't let herself get too carried away killing zombies.
In between, Mu Qingyu also took the time to go back to the library and retrieve all the newspapers, books, and other items that she hadn't taken before in order to save space.
I also took a look at Shen Guang; he had... turned into a zombie, wandering alone on the floor. He hadn't consumed much of the food Mu Qingyu had left for him on his bed.
Mu Qingyu silently retrieved the food, then used her fire and electricity powers to burn the zombie Shen Guang to ashes. She painstakingly rummaged through a pile of odds and ends in her spatial storage and pulled out a small, heart-shaped iron box, only slightly larger than a coin and about a centimeter thick.
The small box contained colorful candies, and Mu Qingyu had forgotten where she had collected them. She ate the candies and then put Shen Guang's ashes into a small, heart-shaped box, which was small and lightweight—she planned to take it to Shen Zhuzhu as a keepsake for her.
Continuing the return journey, Mu Qingyu finally arrived near the drama theater around 3 p.m.
Mu Qingyu still needs to go back to the theater to see Chen Zhuzhu and give her the heart-shaped tin box. She also wants to ask how everyone at Guangyue Building is doing, and then say goodbye to Tong Yin and Xiao Shiyang after their reunion.
In this apocalypse, who knows if this parting will be forever?
When Mu Qingyu knocked on the theater door, Tong Yin answered it again. However, unlike a few days ago, Tong Yin's face was now etched with weariness.
"Ah, you're back." Seeing Mu Qingyu return, she tried hard to force a smile, but the smile was extremely forced.
Mu Qingyu knew immediately that something must have happened here.
The child's voice led Mu Qingyu inside, and she seemed listless and weak.
"What happened?" Mu Qingyu couldn't help but ask.
The child hesitated several times before finally giving a wry smile and pointing in the direction of the theater: "You'll see for yourself when you go in later."
Mu Qingyu didn't ask any further questions and followed Tong Yin into the theater as usual.
The atmosphere in the theater was indeed quite eerie, thick with tension. Without needing any explanation, the audience seemed to have split into two distinct factions.
Xiao Shiyang sat silently, his eyes filled with a rare sense of bewilderment.
Upon seeing Mu Qingyu enter, Xiao Shiyang showed no reaction, and Li Wenhao remained unconcerned, continuing his unfinished statement: "We will not leave, much less relinquish the theater. However, the theater is quite large, and there's a small theater on the second floor; you can go up there. Of course, it would be even better if you wished to leave the theater altogether."
Mu Qingyu raised an eyebrow slightly. Judging from the tone of the conversation, it seemed like they were trying to usurp someone else's place. However, none of this concerned Mu Qingyu; it was their internal conflict, and she had no intention of offering any opinion.
"Grandma." Qian Zhong was overjoyed to see Mu Qingyu and quickly came over.
Mu Qingyu was not surprised to see Qian Zhong, but Xiao Shiyang didn't even have a chance to greet Mu Qingyu.
Qian Zhong quietly tugged at Mu Qingyu's sleeve and led her to a secluded corner before lowering his voice and saying mysteriously, "They're having a falling out."
Mu Qingyu glanced back but wasn't surprised. Given Xiao Shiyang's way of doing things, it was only a matter of time before things started to fall apart here.
He endlessly took in survivors without any clear rules or regulations. He worked hard himself and a small group of people around him, desperately supporting a bunch of lazy parasites who did nothing. He could endure it, but there were always people who couldn't.
"Are Huang Jie and Mu Song still alive?" Mu Qingyu didn't ask about the situation here first, but instead asked about Huang Jie and Mu Song.
Qian Zhong nodded: "They are alive and fine, without infection. It may be because they are superhumans and their physique has become stronger, or it may be because you gave them antibiotics in time and the medicine took effect."
"There were a lot of medicines on the eleventh floor. Luckily, there was a surgeon in the theater who could perform surgery. He removed all the metal from Huang Jie and Mu Tong's bodies. The wounds were stitched up, and as long as there is no infection, they will recover slowly." Qian Zhong recounted the latter part of what the surgeon said in its entirety.
Mu Qingyu nodded, then hesitated, "Wu Peng, he..."
Qian Zhong instantly understood Mu Qingyu's meaning and answered before she could finish her question: "The injuries were too severe; there was no way to save him. He passed away at the Guangyue Building, before we could even bring him back..."
As he spoke, he gestured towards Li Wenhao with his lip: "Wu Peng can be considered the fuse that ignited this separatist incident."
Mu Qingyu understood. Wu Peng was Li Wenhao's classmate and had close ties with Li Wenhao's group. He died on his first mission with Xiao Shiyang. Huang Jie and Mu Song, on the other hand, both returned alive.
Li Wenhao naturally had to step forward, and there was also a long-standing conflict between them.
"What happened to those who survived in the Guangyue Building?" Mu Qingyu didn't ask Li Wenhao, but instead asked about the survivors in the Guangyue Building.
“Some people came back with them. This was one of the triggers for today’s events.” Qian Zhong smiled bitterly. “Some people didn’t want to leave and said they wanted to go home. There were also some who were dazed, not saying anything and not reacting. So Xiao Shiyang left them some supplies and took those who were willing to leave back here.”
“But…” Qian Zhong hesitated, glancing at Mu Qingyu’s face several times before stammering, “Even if some people are victims in Guangyue, it doesn’t mean that victims are good people… right?”
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