Apocalypse: I rescued the big boss with millions of supplies

Chapter 181 Painting Ability

"Wait a minute." Long Yangyang and the others had just finished collecting from a warehouse when five or six people appeared at the door. Long Yangyang observed them and saw that apart from their somewhat worn clothes, their complexions were rosy, indicating that they had been eating well.

Long Yangyang sensed their strength; they were only at level three, which was quite unusual. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Since the other party hadn't made a move, Long Yangyang wouldn't kill them. However, she and her companions secretly gathered their supernatural abilities, ready to act at any moment. This was the apocalypse; murder and robbery were commonplace.

"Gentlemen, we mean no harm. We just wanted to ask if you came from the base? We want to join your safe base. Could you escort us? We can provide supplies."

He was already considered one of the best survivors. They had lived among the zombie horde for nearly three months. Even though food was plentiful, their strength was limited. If they had been strong enough to break through, they would have left long ago.

"There are twelve of us in total. We won't let you work for nothing. Please help us. We have two or three warehouses full of instant noodles." The man seemed afraid that Long Yangyang and the others would leave, so he immediately announced the amount of money they had.

"You guys have so many instant noodles?" Qiu Ling exclaimed. "You have so many supplies, you live better than people in a typical safe base, and you actually want to join the base?"

The man smiled. "Our abilities are low, and this place is full of zombies. To be honest, this is the first time we've seen anyone pass by here since the city fell. At first, we thought we were seeing things."

Since these people dared to venture deep into the city center in just a few, they must be extremely powerful. There was even a child in their group. If they were willing to take a child with them after the apocalypse, they couldn't be that bad-hearted.

So these survivors decided to take a gamble. If they won, they could survive in the safe base; if they lost, they would simply die.

After all, if they continue to hide among the zombie horde, they will eventually become food for the zombies, and it will be the same whether they die sooner or later.

"Shall we go take a look?" Fu Muyu suggested. These people must have some tricks up their sleeves to survive in a horde of zombies for so long, and Fu Muyu was quite curious about them.

Could this be the next Songcheng? Fu Muyu looked at the person completely wrapped in a black cloak. It was fortunate that Long Yangyang had a large spatial dimension; she had collected quite a few miscellaneous items along the way.

Otherwise, they really wouldn't have been able to find a piece of black cloth to make a cloak for Song Cheng. Long Yangyang also found half of a silver-white cloud-patterned mask for him and put on a pair of black gloves.

Song Cheng was very satisfied with his gear after putting it on, giving off a mysterious vibe. Although Long Yangyang and the others felt it was unnecessary to cover up so thoroughly, the other party seemed unwilling.

"Half of my body is infected with the zombie virus, and it's level nine. It would be bad if I accidentally bumped into someone." Since Long Yangyang and the others had accepted him, he naturally didn't want to cause them any extra trouble.

After collecting the supplies from the technology company, Long Yangyang and the others followed several men to their hiding place. To Long Yangyang's surprise, there was a large instant noodle factory next to the technology company.

Long Yangyang looked at the name on the factory sign; it was a best-selling brand in Xia Country.

"Uncle Xia, you're back?" The two children cheered as soon as they returned. Long Yangyang realized that the people in the house were indeed not as capable as the man had said.

Of these twelve people, the only ones who could be considered combat-capable were the six men who had come to invite them. The remaining group consisted of two children around five or six years old, three elderly people over fifty, a girl around fifteen or sixteen, and the rest were women in their twenties or thirties.

It's hard to imagine how such a group of people survived for three months among hordes of zombies.

"Dad, you're back." At this moment, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl stepped forward and spoke to the man who had invited Long Yangyang and the others.

Long Yangyang observed carefully and found that the two were three-tenths similar, especially the girl's nose and mouth, which were very similar to the man's.

"I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Xia, and my name is Xia Tian. This is my daughter, Xia Xia," said Xia Tian, ​​the man who invited Long Yangyang and the others. Then, Xia Tian introduced everyone inside to Long Yangyang and the others one by one.

Long Yangyang learned that everyone, including Xia and his daughter, were employees of the instant noodle factory. During the apocalypse, Xia Tian's wife and daughter happened to come and deliver supplies to him. The two children were playing in the toy room provided for children at the factory because there was no one to take care of them at home.

“We originally had more than a hundred people, but during the escape, we were either scratched by zombies or died while protecting others. In the end, only we were left.”

At this point, Xia Tian couldn't hide her sadness. There were two children, a boy and a girl. The boy was named Tongtong, whose father had sacrificed himself to protect everyone, making Tongtong an orphan. The girl was named Jiaojiao, whose father had also sacrificed himself in a zombie attack. Fortunately, Jiaojiao's mother was still alive.

"Although not all of us have superpowers, we will try our best to kill zombies," Xia Tian assured him. He knew that only by demonstrating his value could he earn the other party's respect.

It was clear that Long Yangyang and her group were not short of supplies. Especially after seeing Long Yangyang empty the neighboring company without batting an eye, Xia Tian knew that the other party had a lot of space, much larger than the space of their group's old man, Si Yu.

“I have wind and wood elemental abilities,” Xia Tian said. “Chen Feng has fire elemental abilities, Zhang Zhuang has metal elemental abilities, Zhan Qiang has earth elemental abilities, Jiao Jiao’s mother Wang Ge has water elemental abilities, Grandpa Si Yu has space elemental abilities, my daughter Xia Xia has painting ability, and the others don’t have any abilities.”

"Painting ability?" Long Yangyang glanced at Xia Xia, a sweet-looking girl who should have just started high school. Although Qiu Ling's ability could see through everyone's abilities.

However, Qiu Ling didn't know the specifics of this painting ability. "Could you tell me more about it?" The other party should also have a special ability. Long Yangyang thought that if the ability was good, she could try to recruit him.

“Hmm,” Xiaxia nodded. The little girl was a bit shy in front of strangers and spoke softly. “As long as I draw a person or thing, that person or thing in reality will disappear until I tear up the picture.”

"However, my superpower is relatively low, so I can only hide from people of similar level or with lower superpowers. There are no restrictions on items, though."

Long Yangyang thought this ability was pretty good. The reason these people were able to survive was probably related to this little girl's special ability. "If they disappeared, where did they disappear to?"

“Dad said that it was a white space, probably inside a drawing paper.”

"My ability is level three, and at most I can seal level six zombies inside a piece of paper."