The blind box of the plane was exposed, and foreigners cried for entry into China

The commander casually tossed the bunch of storage containers he was carrying onto the table. He then sat down on the sofa, his legs casually draped over it.

"The Explosion Squad has completed the search for the top spot." The voice was straightforward, the tone was straightforward. The straightforward person spoke straightforwardly.

Mr. Zhuge was already used to this. He kept asking, "So you're waiting for them to bring up that pole dancing reward?"

"cut."

The commander was too lazy to bother with this boring human.

"You should have heard the news brought back by the Explosion Squad. I may have to leave."

Mr. Zhuge was startled. "What did you say?"

"What you hear is what it is." The voice was still without any emotion.

"Don't worry, my clone will stay at the base, only my main body will leave. Besides, it's not like I won't come back. This world has nothing but the upgraded spiritual energy. I have to go out and find some skills or something."

The voice, indistinguishable between male and female, continued, "There are only a few of us left in this world. At this rate, who knows what we will become through our own enlightenment and cultivation."

"We've already visited all the overseas countries. Congratulations, all this territory is ours."

Mr. Zhuge was shocked again, and this time he even stuttered: "Dead, all dead? All dead?"

"Is it a natural disaster or..." Mr. Zhuge didn't finish his words, but it was obvious that the commander already understood what he meant.

"Yes and no, it's their own fault. But not all of them are dead. There are only a few kittens left. If you want to be a savior, I can help you get these aliens here." The commander retracted his long legs, picked up a long row of storage containers on the table and began to dismantle them.

"Who are the remaining people?" Mr. Zhuge asked in a dry voice.

The commander's hands didn't stop moving. Wow, he really is the Holy Father.

"Congratulations, most of them are women."

Mr. Zhuge breathed a sigh of relief and simply skipped the topic.

The commander understood his meaning. He meant to save the enemy if possible. So he casually dropped another bomb.

"The Zombie King has returned."

"Oh, and the original bodies of the alien survivors knew you were the Holy Mother, and they brought you back too."

Mr. Zhuge: . . . .

"Could you please finish your words at once next time?"

"No, I'm happy."

Mr. Zhuge was helpless. He had no way to deal with this monster. Fortunately, she loved the land of Flower Kingdom with all her heart.

"I've left the real bodies of those aliens for you on the beach of Flower Country. You can decide for yourself what to do with the rest."

Mr. Zhuge nodded and asked, "Why did the Zombie King come back? Did he come back alone or did he bring his army back with him?"

"You finally managed to trick those zombies away, and now you want the Zombie King to bring them all back for you?" the commander retorted in annoyance.

"Do you really want to kill them all and take their crystal cores?"

Mr. Zhuge touched his nose guiltily, "Is the Zombie King leaving with you too?"

"Why else would he come back? Isn't the barren land enough?" The commander curled his lips. "Isn't it just what you want him to do if he leaves?"

"That's not the case." Mr. Zhuge was so happy that he was almost bubbling. The little man in his heart was whirling in joy, saying: It's different, this time is different. But he still had to pretend to be brave. "I will never come back after I leave." Hehe.

This time, the commander didn't pout or retort, but just looked at him sideways.

Mr. Zhuge looked out the window guiltily, muttering to himself, "I wonder when the Explosion Squad will arrive."

"Why don't you take out those abandoned plans? We'll set off immediately after the Explosion Squad reports." This time, the commander strung the things that had been disassembled into several piles together again.

"You're right. It won't be too late to release it until we've determined what that 'hope' is." Mr. Zhuge muttered, staring at the documents on the table.

"Didn't the information reported from below say it was a plane mall?" It was strange that the commander changed this time.

"The mall must have supplies. Isn't it true that the base can't even grow the awful mutant food? Shouldn't you be happy?"

Mr. Zhuge was silent. This time he didn't speak.

It was the same in my previous life. The entire base was excited, and I was overjoyed. The heavy burden on my shoulders seemed to have lightened a little.

However, the mall in that dimension disappeared after only one transaction.

The base survived the most difficult times thanks to the supplies exchanged.

Then what? Then there is no more.

No matter how much supplies there are, they will eventually run out. When supplies run out, people fall into complete despair.

Still, no new life was born. Even the plants began to wither, and the mutant beasts began to kill each other.

It's as if the vitality of this world has been sucked away.

Mr. Zhuge clenched his fists.

In my previous life, a shopping mall suddenly appeared. It certainly brought hope. But it would have been better if I hadn't come.

In the previous life, the survivors had already begun to work hard to resume their normal lives as they did before the catastrophe.

I am also slowly beginning to learn to live in harmony with nature, and am about to find that harmonious balance point.

But suddenly a shopping mall appeared. The items inside were extremely expensive. The owner of the mall not only exchanged all the gold mines in the world, but also sucked away the last bit of life from the world.

A world without vitality is the beginning of the real end.

Recalling the time when I went to trade with that mall in my previous life, the Zombie King led his zombie army to intercept the convoy, and the mutant beasts and plants surrounded the base.

At that time, everyone thought that they had united to launch a general attack on humans.

Ridiculous and stupid.

This life is a little different. Mr. Zhuge doesn't know why.

But that didn't stop him from being wary of the sudden appearance of shopping malls.

At this time in the previous life, the Zombie King had already appeared with his army. But in this life, only he had returned. He had even contacted the commander.

Mr. Zhuge had some vague expectations, hoping that this life would be different.

The commander sensed Mr. Zhuge's fluctuating brainwaves, but she wasn't curious.

All she wanted to know now was why the examination took so long.

I have sorted my luggage. Why haven't you come to report the situation and prepare to leave?

Finally, footsteps were heard.

"Mr. Zhuge, the Sky-Breaking Team reports to you!"

The boss was so embarrassed that he dug his toes into the ground. "Shouldn't you have said you didn't want this name earlier? This is such a social disaster. It's such a social disaster."

"Please come in."

Although Mr. Zhuge was full of vigilance, his voice still rang out with hope and expectation.

Since the general trend of the world in this life is the same as in the last life and cannot be changed, then there must be a reason for this new life, right?

I can't possibly live my life over again only to experience the looting caused by shopping mall transactions again and then completely destroy the world, right?

Why?

Should we be destroyed?

Obviously everyone worked so hard...