The queen of the end times is reborn and goes crazy, her whole family is burned to death

Yan Wanwan took a deep breath, mustered up the courage, stretched out her hand, and used her supernatural powers to gently touch the zombies trapped by the plants.

Suddenly, a strange electric current made her shudder, and then it seemed as if something extra appeared in her mind, and she could actually control the zombies.

Yes, it was to control the zombies to do any action. She tried to give them instructions, and they could complete them stiffly.

She looked at her hands in disbelief. Could it be that she had gained another controlling ability?

She immediately looked for zombies to experiment on, but soon discovered that only zombies strangled by the plants she controlled could be used by her. So...

In an instant, a feeling of heat rushed into my mind like a surging wave, as if boiling magma was flowing freely in my brain.

Immediately afterwards, a disgusting stench hit my nose, and the corpse of a zombie appeared out of thin air before my eyes.

? ?

She looked in disbelief, her eyes fixed on the corpse, the zombie she was controlling.

Yan Wanwan slowly squatted down, frowning slightly. She could actually use her self-awareness to drag the zombies' bodies into this ancient time and space?

Suddenly, my heart was filled with shock. Does that mean that other items can be picked up so easily?

Once this idea arose, it spread wildly in her heart like weeds.

Her consciousness was like a nimble flying bird, instantly floating several miles away and arriving directly at a huge base.

There, there was an old acquaintance of hers, one of the people who had ruthlessly pushed her out to fight the Zombie King.

Yan Wanwan tried to communicate with Four Eyes and Fatty through plants, just like she did with them. However, reality was like a bucket of cold water, ruthlessly extinguishing her expectations.

The other party did not respond at all, as if isolated by an invisible barrier, and ignored her voice.

Yan Wanwan's heart suddenly tightened and she felt a chill.

Is it true that I can only communicate with Fatty, the Zombie King and others through my consciousness?

No, that's impossible! She had just successfully moved the zombie's body here.

As soon as she thought of this, she made up her mind and quickly shifted her consciousness to the surrounding objects. At the same time, she used all her strength to activate her supernatural powers, with determination and resolution flashing in her eyes.

Then, she witnessed the object in front of her suddenly disappear, and then reappear beside her in an instant.

"It's done!"

She couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

However, the men at the opposite base were thrown into disarray and panic by this sudden change.

He must have sensed the energy fluctuation just now, but he couldn't find any clues.

"Strange! Is it my illusion?"

Yan Wanwan was secretly delighted. As expected, her special ability was not limited to being obtained by having others place objects next to plants. As long as it was within the range of her special ability, it could be transferred.

After understanding this principle, Yan Wanwan immediately shifted his consciousness to the base warehouse.

However, there were no plants around to provide support, so one could only watch from a distance and not get close.

Just when he was at a loss, someone happened to go to the warehouse to collect supplies. Yan Wanwan had an idea. As soon as his mind moved, a seed quietly fell on the person, and they sneaked into the warehouse together.

Yan Wanwan gently urged the seeds to move slowly, waiting for them to slide from the man to the floor of the warehouse. After the man took the items and left and the warehouse door closed, she hurriedly used all her strength to encourage the seeds to grow.

In a blink of an eye, a one-meter-tall sapling stood tall in the warehouse, and Yan Wanwan had a full view of everything in the warehouse.

She glanced at the packed room and sneered, "Humph, there really are a lot of good things hidden there. Then I'll come and collect the interest for framing me."

On the other side, the fat man treated everyone's wounds and then muttered dissatisfiedly: "Why are you staring at that potted flower all day?"

Four Eyes said solemnly: [See if the boss can see us.]

The fat man looked up at the sky in silence. [Didn't I tell you that the boss can hear you when you speak, but can't see you when you look. Phone, phone, understand?]

[You forgot there is a video call, which can not only listen but also watch.]

The fat man rolled his eyes. "So what if the boss can see it? Do you still want to dance for him?"

Siyan fell silent, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

The fat man was confused by his serious look and thought to himself, if only the boss could see him, so that he could see how thin he has become. The boss cared about him so much, he would definitely send him more delicious food and would never let him go hungry.

Oh! I miss the boss so much!

The house-building incident in Nanping Prefecture spread like wildfire.

The relevant statistics in the city have been completed, and now only remote areas need further verification.

After the identities of the people of Nanping Prefecture were reviewed one by one, their information and data were submitted to the government office first.

The prefect was stunned when he saw the amount of compensation that needed to be provided. He immediately said, "Send this to the county lady immediately. This is a huge amount that we cannot decide."

After saying this, he patted his forehead and immediately snatched the thick booklet away. "Forget it, it's better for me to go there myself."

When he hurried to the county lady's residence, he saw Yan Wanwan smiling brightly, like a blooming spring flower.

The prefect then asked, "My Lady, why are you so happy?"

Yan Wanwan shook her head, suppressed her smile, and asked, "What brings you here this time, Lord Prefect?"

The prefect held up the people's information with both hands and respectfully handed it to Yan Wanwan, saying, "County Lady, here is all the information about the people of Nanping Prefecture. Please take a look."

Yan Wanwan raised her eyes slightly and took a quick look. She saw that nearly two-thirds of the people wanted to build their own houses, while only one-third wanted to buy the houses she built to live in.

Yan Wanwan nodded slightly, her red lips parted. "Very good. The road is not yet clear, so tell these people to return to their villages as soon as it's open and not to stay here. I will pay them their due compensation on time."

The prefect hurriedly asked, "Then how will the people who bought houses here be resettled?"

Yan Wanwan looked calm and said calmly, "Don't worry, the house will be completed in ten days."

"Ten days?" The prefect couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, thinking to himself, could it be that the county lady miscalculated the time? This is the residence of tens of thousands of people.

Just as he was about to ask for details, he heard Yan Wanwan speak again.

The prefect thought to himself that the county lady must have considered everything carefully this time. After all, the money and food required were not small sums...

But then Yan Wanwan said, "During the construction period, we can ask the people to help clear the roads so that everyone can return home as soon as possible. If people gather in one place for a long time, it will easily lead to riots."

It seems that other people don’t take these things seriously at all, but what a damn curiosity he has!

"The food?"

"Don't worry, everything is almost ready and will be delivered soon."

After seeing off the prefect, Yan Wanwan immediately called the housekeeper to inquire about the grain procurement situation.

"County Lady, the price of grain in this area is several times higher than before. If we purchase it in bulk now, the money we need will also increase several times. It really is not worth it."

“Are all of them up?”

"Exactly."

"And bring us their stocks and their prices."

The steward then presented the statistics of several major grain merchants.

Yan Wanwan took a look and saw that the price of ordinary brown rice was the same as that of polished rice, and the prices offered by several grain merchants were exactly the same, as if they had colluded and agreed on it in advance.

Looking at their inventory again, she pointed at one of them and asked, "Which grain merchant is this? Why does they have such a huge inventory?"

"This grain merchant relies on the Ministry of Revenue and controls half of the country's grain."

Yan Wanwan smiled brightly and said, "In that case, we can just buy directly from him. Why bother spreading it out among several other stores and making the accounting more complicated?"

"County Lady, how much do you want to buy?"

"We'll take as much brown rice as he has."

When the housekeeper heard this, he was stunned and stood there, dumbfounded, thinking to himself: Is the county lady kidding?