Based on this calculation, a rough estimate suggests that Mu Qingyu's current score should be around 2000 points.
but!
The number displayed on the wooden door is 3382!
Where did these extra 1000 points come from?
Mu Qingyu's estimate is correct. Even if she underestimated it, she couldn't have underestimated the number of zombies by more than a thousand!
After much thought, Mu Qingyu realized that besides killing zombies, the only other thing she could do was to wipe out Jia Wenkai and Zhao Daqiang's gang!
They only numbered about sixty in total as the main force... Could it be because of them?
Are they evil people, so their merit points were calculated by the space?
That's certainly possible!
But can a mere sixty-odd people really earn a thousand points?!
"How wicked must Jia Wenkai, Zhao Daqiang, and their gang be!" Mu Qingyu exclaimed.
Now she knew that not only could killing zombies earn merit points for the space, but killing bad guys could too!
Mu Qingyu then took another look around the space. Everything was fine, and there was a lot more supplies in the space. Mu Qingyu rested with satisfaction.
The next morning, Mu Qingyu began her return journey.
However, on the way back, Mu Qingyu got too excited chasing zombies and took a wrong turn, ending up in an unknown place.
This place turned out to be another privately owned factory area, specializing in the processing of non-staple foods.
This place processes all sorts of snacks, such as spicy strips, potato chips, French fries, shrimp chips, sesame balls, and the like.
These things were considered high in calories, unhealthy, and barely filling before the apocalypse. And they were all from small, unregulated workshops!
But things are different now. All food is precious, and high-calorie foods are more likely to help hungry people get through difficult times. Who cares about small workshops now?
Thus, Mu Qingyu once again reaped a great harvest here.
This place not only stores unsold finished snack products, but also has a lot of raw material inventory, as well as cooking oil of not very good quality.
There are also some small food preparation machines.
Taking advantage of the large space available, Mu Qingyu accepted everything without hesitation.
After all that commotion, another day had passed. The yellow sand was still raging and flying everywhere. Mu Qingyu wasn't in a hurry to travel at night. After killing a few more waves of zombies in the vicinity, she found a relatively clean house and settled down temporarily.
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