Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The sun was high in the sky, shining through the sparse clouds onto the ruined city. Under this bright and direct light, Zhou Lingxi's speed and strength were even more obvious. His skin did not appear transparent or rotten in the sun, but instead, it exuded a sickly luster, as if the virus inside him had given him a new life beyond human.

Chu Ziyu's eyes slightly opened, his vision blurred by the high-speed movement, he could only feel the whistling of the wind and his accelerated heartbeat. Zhou Lingxi held his waist tightly to prevent him from falling.

They jumped between the shadows of tall buildings and the sun-dappled ground. Lin Ci'an was desperately chasing in the distance. His footsteps echoed sharply on the hardened ground, but compared with Zhou Lingxi's speed that almost challenged his limit, he was always several blocks behind.

Although it was daytime, the sunlight was not an obstacle for Zhou Lingxi. His body, transformed by the virus, seemed to have adapted to any environment. He ran faster and faster, and finally got rid of Lin Ci'an.

After shaking off Lin Ci'an, Zhou Lingxi jumped a few more streets and returned to the mall area. Thinking of the dense zombies in the center, he found an empty room on the edge of the mall. It was a small boutique before the end of the world. Now, its glass door has long been broken, and the fragments are scattered in front of the threshold, reflecting the setting sun of the end of the world. The sticker advertisement on the door has faded badly, and only some vague promotional words can be vaguely recognized. The traces of time are particularly obvious here.

The room was filled with dust and tiny debris. The shelves and display tables were now empty, perhaps looted at the beginning of the apocalypse. The posters on the walls were torn and faded, and the patterns and words on them were almost unrecognizable. Only some willful graffiti could be vaguely seen on the walls, witnessing the emotional catharsis of people in the apocalypse.

The floor was covered with dust and debris, which might have been blown in by the wind or left behind by people who had fled in panic. In a corner of the room, an overturned chair lay alone, as if telling the story of the past noise and present silence. Part of the window was broken, and through the window one could see the abandoned street outside, with car wreckage everywhere and weeds growing on the street. Nature was slowly devouring this human city.

A few lamps were hanging from the ceiling, the bulbs had long gone, the wires were exposed, they swayed gently in the wind, as if sighing silently. The air was filled with a musty and stale smell that had not been cleaned for a long time.

Zhou Lingxi put Chu Ziyu down, picked up the overturned chair, wiped it clean, and signaled Chu Ziyu to sit down. His brother didn't say a word along the way, and he already felt that he had done something wrong.

Standing obediently in the corner with his head down. Chu Ziyu felt helpless when he saw his skilled attitude of admitting his mistakes. After all, he was raised by me, he didn't have any bad intentions, but he was not smart.

"Why did you capture me?"

"I am a zombie after all. If I go up to you and talk to you, I will be disturbing your plans."

"Then why don't you find a quiet time at night?"

"Oh, yeah, I didn't expect that. Bro, I'm sorry."

"Okay, okay, what is your mission this time?"

"Become Fang Mingan's assistant and save the world."

Chu Ziyu looked at Zhou Lingxi who was in zombie state in front of him, and then listened to his mission. He felt that the little brat would cause trouble for him.