What's wrong with being a little arrogant in the apocalypse just to support my wife?

From inside the tightly locked cabinet door, there were constant sounds of shaking and knocking.

thump, thump, thump—

The rhythmic sound made Xian Wenrui's heart leap into his throat, and he placed his hand on his heart.

But the noise didn't lessen; in fact, it intensified, producing a hoarse, low, and indistinct sound that sent chills down one's spine.

Xian Wenrui was so frightened that he lost his senses. He gritted his teeth, got up, took out a flashlight, and kept chanting "prosperity, democracy, civilization, and harmony" in his mind...

He mustered his courage, trembling as he approached, and peeked inside through the crack in the cabinet.

Just then, their eyes met those of the double-pupiled eyes inside the cabinet, and the two pupils inside the eyeballs suddenly turned.

Xian Wenrui felt a cold wind sweep from his head to his heart, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight to the ground, nearly scared to death.

The terrifying eyeball inside the cabinet door locked onto Xian Wenrui. The owner of the eye grinned, and a loud crash came from inside the cabinet.

Xian Wenrui let out a deafening howl, "Damn it!! A ghost!!"

The noise was so loud that Zhang Wenjing, who lived next door to Xian Wenrui, couldn't stand it anymore. She slammed the door open and said speechlessly, "Xian Wenrui, what are you shouting for in the middle of the night!"

The moment Zhang Wenjing opened the door, Xian Wenrui scrambled to her feet in a panic, yelling, "Holy crap, Sister Jing, Sister, Holy crap, a ghost, a ghost..."

Zhang Wenjing, who was a bit grumpy when she woke up, had Xiaobai break open the cabinet, and Fan Jian, who had been trapped inside for a long time, crawled out.

A twisted figure slowly writhed in the darkness, with only a pair of hands exposed, and a chilling aura permeated the air.

Xian Wenrui rolled his eyes, trembling as he held onto Xiaobai's legs, "Am I here to report to the underworld?"

"Go to hell!"

Fan Jian, who had finally managed to get out of the closet, took a deep breath. He had almost suffocated inside. Upon hearing Xian Wenrui's words, he immediately started cursing.

"Damn it! What's going on with you?"

Xian Wenrui's mind, which had been scared away, struggled to crawl back into his empty brain.

"I don't know." Not to mention Xian Wenrui, Fan Jian was also completely bewildered.

"What's wrong with your eyes? And what's wrong with your voice? It sounds like a duck's quack. You can't speak like that unless you've swallowed a thousand ducks."

Even after realizing that Fan Jian hadn't become a ghost, Xian Wenrui was still shaken and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Fan Jian touched his neck, where a twisted scar remained. He still remembered the moment his head was ripped apart.

Just thinking about it sent a shiver down my spine, and pain swept through my entire body from my neck.

Upon waking up, he looked around but didn't see Sheng Xue. He immediately asked, "Where's Sheng Xue?"

Xian Wenrui's smile faded. "He was captured by the Zombie King. Brother Lu was no match for the Zombie King at the time, and it was already very difficult for him to fight against the Zombie King."

Seeing Fan Jian's face growing increasingly grim, Xian Wenrui quickly perked up again, "Don't worry, Sheng Xue is a healing-type ability user, and both sides need such abilities."

"Besides, Brother Lu said that we'll go and rescue Sheng Xue after we get out, so don't act rashly."

Fan Jian was in a bad mood, and as his mood changed, the surrounding temperature continued to drop, freezing everything around him and quickly climbing up the walls.

"What's going on?"

Xian Wenrui rubbed his arms and said, "The weather is extremely abnormal right now. It's so hot at night that I can't sleep, but now it's so cold that I'm shivering."

"It's Fan Jian's special ability."

Zhang Wenjing stroked the little white cat, who was shaking its fur because it felt comfortable.

Upon hearing this, not only Xian Wenrui, but even Fan Jian himself was stunned.

Zhang Wenjing looked at the two people in front of her who were confused about the situation, "If he hadn't awakened his superpowers, how could you think that even after his head had rolled around on the ground several times, he could still be jumping around like this?"

"You were lucky, actually. Luckily you angered the Zombie King, who then took matters into his own hands and pierced your neck with his fingernails, infecting you with the zombie virus before you died."

"Otherwise, you would be one of those corpses outside right now."

"As for the eyes... I don't know either, it might be a side effect."

After hearing this, Xian Wenrui shook his head and sighed, "Fate, it's all fate. Fan Jian, you're lucky! You managed to survive all that and even awakened your superpowers!"

"Alright, alright. The most urgent task is to work hard to improve our strength and increase our chances of rescuing Sheng Xue."

Fan Jian looked down at his hands, which were emitting a chill, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He clenched his fists, his eyes resolute.

"You're right. Now that I have superpowers, I should improve them as soon as possible!"

Although Fan Jian spoke with a serious and earnest expression, his duck-like voice made Xian Wenrui unable to hold back his laughter, which was somewhat punctuated by a burst of gasp.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother, I just couldn't help it."

Fan Jian's voice is like that of a duck that has just learned to talk. Who knows, Xiao Bai might speak more normally than him someday.

Fan Jian touched his throat and asked uncertainly, "Will my throat ever get better?"

Zhang Wenjing gave a ruthless answer: "It's hopeless. Your entire throat has been torn apart. It's a miracle you can still speak."

Fan Jian, who always had a good attitude, sighed softly, "That's true. It's already a blessing to be alive. Who cares about whether the voice sounds good or not?"

Back then, before the apocalypse, Fan Jian still had a dream of entering the entertainment industry.

For a rich second-generation like him, it's best to create a persona. He considers himself to have some talent for singing and is known as the "KTV Little Tyrant".

He and the three of them, Purple Hair and Green Hair, were planning to form a band. They had already dyed their hair, but before they could officially set off, the apocalypse broke out.

"You can't think about things from the peaceful past, because if you do, you won't be able to face the reality of today," Fan Jian shook his head, banishing those thoughts from his mind.

"Are Brother Lu and Jiang Yue alright?"

"It should be fine," Xian Wenrui said carefully.

"What do you mean by 'should'? Fatty, you're getting harder and harder to understand."

"Brother Lu is fine. He has successfully advanced to the third level of ability user. Jiang Yue... should be fine too. She is currently trying to break through to the second level."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Fan Jian asked doubtfully.

"It's a good thing, but the timing isn't quite right. Never mind, let me explain the current situation to you in detail so you can make some preparations."

After seeing that there was nothing more for her to do, Zhang Wenjing took Xiaobai and prepared to go back.

But even with its thick fur, the little white dog is still afraid of the heat.

Now, Xian Wenrui is feeling exceptionally cool because of Fan Jian's superpower, and Xiao Bai seems determined to stay put and not leave.

He has perfectly learned his master's shamelessness.

After being tugged a few times, Xiaobai didn't react. Instead, it pretended to be deaf and dumb, acting foolish and hiding its head between its two paws, pretending to be well hidden.

Zhang Wenjing: "..."

"Alright, you stay here, but be careful not to sleepwalk and eat them both."

Upon hearing this, Xian Wenrui and Fan Jian were startled, and Xian Wenrui shouted at Zhang Wenjing's back.

"Oh no, Sister Jing?! You're just leaving like that? Aren't you going to take this dangerous pet with you?!"