Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

"Logically speaking, you should at least be classified as a human for this mission. And why are you classified as a hell-level mission on your first mission? Is it because the immortal world doesn't like you and is deliberately making things difficult for you?"

Chu Ziyu didn't understand and asked questions. In his opinion, Zhou Lingxi was always teasing cats and dogs, so it was not surprising that he was targeted, but his good eldest son had always been very obedient in major matters, so how could he be targeted?

Zhou Lingxi looked at Chu Ziyu's expectant eyes, as if, if he agreed that the immortal world was targeting him, Chu Ziyu would find an explanation for him. From childhood to adulthood, whenever someone bullied him, Chu Ziyu would find a place for him, but on the contrary, if he was the one who made the mistake first, he would not show mercy. He began to become submissive.

"Brother, actually, this, I..."

Looking at him like this, Chu Ziyu knew that Zhou Lingxi had made a mistake. The small movement of his left hand behind his back was too obvious.

"Go ahead and tell me. I won't blame you if you make a mistake."

Zhou Lingxi told the whole story like pouring beans, how he was too hasty in entering the small world, forgot to bring the system, and was randomly transformed into a zombie.

Whoosh, vines appeared, tied Zhou Lingxi tightly, and dropped him onto the roof.

"Ah, brother, didn't you say you didn't blame me? Why are you going back on your word? Let me go... woo."

"Noisy."

Chu Ziyu blocked his mouth. He was very angry now. But there was no other way, he still had to clean up his mess.

"6872, make a projection tailor-made for this brat. When others touch him, they won't find out he's a zombie. Just project his original appearance. Instill some knowledge about apocalyptic vaccine research into his system and let the system transmit it to him. Contact Fang Ming'an (Liu Xiangqi has temporarily used Fang Ming'an because it's too wordy otherwise), tell him about this brat, and have him pick him up in City S."

Zhou Lingxi listened to his brother's words, stopped struggling, and stayed obediently on the original ceiling.

Chu Ziyu turned and faced Zhou Lingxi.

"Go back and copy the rules of the fairy world for me 10 times. If that doesn't work, use fairy magic."

After saying that, he put Zhou Lingxi down. Zhou Lingxi hurriedly hugged Chu Ziyu's thigh.

"Brother, brother, please don't do that. If I use magic, it will take me a whole day to copy it once. If I don't use magic, I will have to copy it 10 times. How long will it take me to copy it?"

"That's your business. You really don't have a long memory."

Zhou Lingxi was ruthlessly suppressed by Chu Ziyu. Now the two of them were faced with how to get back to the garden. Chu Ziyu was captured by zombies, and he had to bring a seemingly normal person back to the team. Okay, the task is very difficult. Sure enough, a lie must be filled with countless lies. Chu Ziyu was still racking his brains to think of a way. It was reasonable for him to be captured by zombies and successfully escape.

Chu Ziyu and Zhou Lingxi found a dilapidated warehouse. The warehouse was located on the edge of the city. The half-collapsed walls were covered with vines and weeds, as if nature was trying to reclaim this human ruin. The rusty iron door was half open, and the creaking hinges sounded particularly harsh in the wind. There were some broken wooden boxes and rusty metal barrels scattered at the door, filled with debris from the past, but now just a symbol of decay.

Walking into the warehouse, dim light shines through the broken skylight onto the ground, and the dust and debris seem to be reborn under this weak light. The air is filled with the smell of mold and rusted metal, as well as an indescribable smell of corruption, which is the trace left by the zombies in this area.

The tall shelves were tilted, and some had collapsed. There were torn clothes and wooden boards on the ground. Zhou Lingxi was choked by the dust in the air.

"Ahem, bro, what are we doing here?"

"It will make sense for me to go back after I'm caught. Listen to my instructions. Go get some clothes and wooden boards and make a dummy for me."

Although he didn't know what his brother wanted to do, Zhou Lingxi still did it obediently.

"Brother, it's ready."

Zhou Lingxi took the dummy he made and presented it to Chu Ziyu as if he was presenting a treasure.

Chu Ziyu cut his arm without hesitation, blood splattered on the dummy, and then bandaged the wound with a strip of cloth torn from his clothes.

"Ah, brother, what are you doing?"

Zhou Lingxi felt very distressed and wanted to go forward to check on Chu Ziyu's injuries.

"It's okay. I know my limits. Bite the dummy a few times until it's torn into pieces. Then put it next to the shelf."

Zhou Lingxi did everything he was told. He still didn't understand what his brother wanted to do. But he knew that he just had to be obedient.

"6872, project a normal person's image onto Zhou Lingxi."

"Okay, boss."

A thin young man with messy hair, worn and patched clothes appeared in front of Chu Ziyu.

"Go back to the supermarket where you found me and stay there. I will bring people back to find you. Make up your own background. Go quickly. I will make trouble when I see you."

Zhou Lingxi ran away in shame.

After Zhou Lingxi left, Chu Ziyu hid in a safe ruin, left some traces of fighting on his body, and picked up a tattered cloak on the ground, covered himself with it, and waited for Lin Ci'an to find him.

Lin Ci'an was filled with anxiety. He had been searching along the direction of the zombies for a long time, but he did not find Chu Ziyu. His heart sank more and more.

Lin Ci'an's pace quickened unconsciously. Every time he crossed the ruins and went around the rubble, his heartbeat quickened. They had found each other at the end of this world, supported each other, and tried to move forward on the edge of life and death countless times. But now, Chu Ziyu's disappearance made Lin Ci'an feel unprecedented panic.

He dialed Chu Ziyu's communicator, but only a continuous beeping sound responded to his anxiety. The lack of response from the communicator was like an invisible hammer, hitting Lin Ci'an's chest over and over again. Chu Ziyu's communicator had fallen off when Zhou Lingxi grabbed him.

"Chu Ziyu, where are you?" Lin Ci'an whispered to himself, his voice sounded so weak in the empty ruins.

At this moment, there was a faint noise in the distance. Lin Ci'an raised his head instantly, his eyes as sharp as a hawk hunting. He carefully sneaked in the direction of the sound, taking every step with extreme caution, for fear of alarming the zombies lurking in the dark.

When he approached the source of the sound, he found a piece of disturbed land and some footprints left not long ago. He squatted down and touched the ground, trying to find clues from these traces.

"This is..." A glimmer of hope flashed through Lin Ci'an's mind, because the size of these footprints matched the boots worn by Chu Ziyu.

He continued to follow the footprints until they led to a half-collapsed building. His intuition told him that Chu Ziyu might be inside.

Lin Ci'an tiptoed through a broken window and entered the building. It was dark and damp inside, and the air was filled with the smell of mold and rust. His eyes quickly adjusted to the light and began to search inside.

Suddenly, he heard faint breathing. He followed the sound to a collapsed corner of the wall, which was full of rubble and broken wood. He began to carefully remove the obstacles, and his heart beat faster with each piece he removed.

Finally, in a depressed space, he found Chu Ziyu, his lover huddled there, covered with a tattered cloak, obviously used as a shelter when hiding from the zombies.

"Chu Ziyu!" Lin Ci'an almost pounced over, his voice filled with relief and joy.

Chu Ziyu raised his head and smiled weakly, with a hint of surprise and gratitude in his eyes. "Xiao An, you found me."

Lin Ci'an quickly checked Chu Ziyu's injuries. Fortunately, apart from some scratches and bruises, there was a deep knife wound on his arm that stung Lin Ci'an's eyes, but fortunately he was not hurt by the zombies. He gently picked up Chu Ziyu and was determined to take him back to a safe place.

"Don't worry, I will take you home." Lin Ci'an's voice was firm and powerful, just like their love in this doomsday, no matter how difficult it is, they can always find the way home.