Apocalypse: I rescued the big boss with millions of supplies

Chapter Thirty: Fu Muyu's Teachings

"Sister Long, Brother Fu, can I go out and kill this zombie?"

Long Yangyang turned her head and met Qiu Ling's eager eyes.

"Are you sure?" Long Yangyang looked at Qiu Ling's small stature, which barely reached her waist.

Qiu Ling nodded affirmatively, "I'm already a Level 1 ability user, and the other party is just a Level 1 zombie."

"Alright." Long Yangyang looked at Qiu Ling's resolute eyes and knew that the child had made up his mind. She took out a down jacket from her space. "Put this on, be careful not to get scratched."

Despite wearing a heavy down jacket in the sweltering heat, Qiu Ling broke out in a sweat without moving, but he knew that Long Yangyang was doing it for his own good.

The moment Fu Muyu removed the ice wall, Qiu Ling quickly opened the door and rushed out.

"The child has grown up," Long Yangyang sighed softly.

“Zombies don’t discriminate between young and old when they eat people.” Fu Muyu lay casually on the bed. “In this world, the only one who can protect you with all their might is yourself. If you want to survive, the only way is to constantly improve yourself.”

Qiu Ling has clearly realized this and is not giving up any opportunity to improve herself.

As the movie ended, Qiu Ling, looking disheveled, pushed open the door and entered.

The red down jacket that Long Yangyang gave him was already tattered and the bright red color had turned dark. The jacket was covered in duck down. Qiu Ling's tender face had lost its innocence and become cold and indifferent.

Upon seeing Long Yangyang and Fu Muyu on the bed, Qiu Ling's cold expression softened. She stretched out her hands, revealing palms densely covered with zombie crystal cores: "Sister Long, Brother Fu, I killed a lot of zombies, these are my spoils."

Long Yangyang saw that, in addition to the wood-type zombie that had crashed into their door, there were two level-one speed zombie crystal cores and more than ten low-level zombie crystal cores.

How many zombies has this kid killed?

"Lingling is amazing," Long Yangyang praised. You should know that Qiu Ling's sensory ability is not offensive; he truly relies on his physical strength to kill zombies.

Long Yangyang noticed that the dagger Fu Muyu gave to Qiu Ling was covered with black, rotting zombie flesh, making it impossible to discern its original appearance from beginning to end.

“I’ll be even stronger in the future,” Qiu Ling said firmly. “Sister Long, could you give me a towel? I want to go to the bathroom to wash the dagger.”

Long Yangyang took out a white towel and handed it to Qiu Ling, "Take this, just throw it away after you're done using it."

The towels were contaminated with the zombie virus, and Long Yangyang had no intention of recycling them. Besides, she had collected plenty of towels in her spatial storage, so she didn't need them.

Seeing Qiu Ling enter the bathroom, Long Yangyang mysteriously approached Fu Muyu and asked, "Have you noticed? This child is in a bad mood. Has killing zombies left him with psychological trauma?"

Fu Muyu flicked Long Yangyang's forehead. "What are you thinking? Lingling isn't like you, all delicate and fragile. Didn't you know you secretly sent a mutated rose to follow Qiu Ling?"

"Nonsense, I'm not delicate at all." Long Yangyang covered her forehead and retorted, "I just asked the mutated rose to keep an eye on Lingling's safety."

Besides, I can't share the mutated rose's perspective, so how would I know what Lingling encountered?

"Heh," Fu Muyu chuckled softly, soothingly ruffling Long Yangyang's hair. Seeing the blush creeping onto her cheeks, Fu Muyu's eyes darkened. "If you want to know, just ask Qiu Ling when he comes out."

When Qiu Ling came out of the bathroom, she saw Long Yangyang looking at her with bright eyes. "Lingling, what happened when you went out? Did you really get traumatized from killing zombies?"

"How could that be?" Qiu Ling denied. In this world, killing zombies has become a compulsory course for humans, so he wouldn't have any trauma. "It's just that when I was killing zombies, I encountered a woman who, despite having bodyguards with her, led the zombies towards me."

Speaking of this, Qiu Ling's delicate face was filled with ruthlessness, "Next time I encounter this woman, I'll lure zombies towards her too."

Qiu Ling was only eight years old when she encountered the apocalypse. Her values ​​had not yet been fully developed.

Upon hearing the other party's words, Long Yangyang remained silent. She neither refuted Qiu Ling's idea of ​​an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, nor did she offer her own opinion.

Whether you're in favor or against it, there seems to be some problem.

She's not a saint either; she can't bring herself to repay evil with good.

Everyone's experiences are different, and their paths to growth are naturally different as well.

Moreover, someone who leads zombies to an eight-year-old child is so ruthless that Long Yangyang naturally has no good feelings towards her.

"Do you need our help?"

On the contrary, Fu Muyu spoke meaningfully upon hearing Qiu Ling's words.

“No need,” Qiu Ling shook her head. “This is my own business.”

"Is that so? Aren't we teammates?" Fu Muyu leaned against the headboard, his tall figure standing tall. His tone was as calm as could be, yet it was still impossible to ignore, exuding an air of authority without anger.

Qiu Ling felt awe towards this powerful man who had always taught her how to train and kill zombies.

"But I... I don't want to cause trouble for everyone." Qiu Ling gripped the dagger in her hand tightly, her eyes lowered, as if she had done something wrong.

"Qiu Ling, there's something you need to remember. Since we've accepted you as a teammate, we've never thought that anything you do will cause us trouble."

Unless you've really done something wrong, or are planning to betray us.

When betrayal was mentioned, Fu Muyu's narrow, fox-like eyes narrowed, and a chilling coldness flashed in his eyes.

"I will not betray you," Qiu Ling declared loudly. "Absolutely."

"In that case, do whatever you want. If you can't solve it, you can ask us for help." Fu Muyu was absolutely protective of his own people, and as for retaliation, he didn't deny that he was a vengeful person.

Do you know who the woman who attacked you is?

Huh? Qiu Ling clearly hadn't thought about these things and shook her head blankly.

"Ha, to try to attack without knowing anything about the enemy is foolish," Fu Muyu said sarcastically without any mercy.

Fu Muyu never went easy on Qiu Ling from the beginning, just because she was an eight-year-old child. He nurtured her as a teammate.

Qiu Ling blushed as Fu Muyu scolded her: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Qiu Ling realized that it was incredibly foolish of her to act on her anger and plan to take revenge on that woman the next time she encountered her.

Don't say you didn't know her identity; even if she were a bodyguard, he certainly wouldn't stand by and let her lay a hand on a woman.

Rushing in rashly might not only fail to retaliate but could also cost you your life.

Seeing Qiu Ling's expression change, Fu Muyu knew that the other party had discovered the problem and was teachable.

Fu Muyu was very satisfied with the eight-year-old's performance. "Have you thought it through?"

"Ah."