Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

"The stairs on the second floor are damaged, but you can still walk on them," Gouqiechoing said. "But the stairs from the third floor upwards are no good; they're all rotten."

Shen Yisui understood: "Okay."

As he spoke, he continued forward and pushed open the door to the room opposite.

He had heard reports that the unfinished buildings on the edge of the western district were the second most densely populated area of ​​zombies. Resources were still available there, and almost everyone trapped inside would risk taking some food and water out.

If it's just an ordinary zombie, it's fine, but higher-level and conscious zombies often use this as bait to deliberately lure ordinary people into it.

Shen Yisui was still unaware of the situation at the small supermarket on the first floor, and with Cheng Jingyi following behind him, he dared not make any rash moves.

"I've heard that humans will also be affected and mutate during the apocalypse. What is your special ability?" Gouqie Tousi floated beside Shen Yisui, quite curious about this, and asked him a question.

Those who are still alive today have all undergone some degree of mutation, and Shen Yisui is no exception.

When Shen Yisui heard Gouqie Tousisheng ask him, he sighed and said, "My special ability is very ordinary and not very useful."

"It's alright, you need to have confidence!" The cowardly survivor continued, "So what exactly is it?"

Shen Yi opened his hand and said, "Give me a drop of water, and I can freeze it into ice."

To eke out a living: "What if I don't give you water?"

Shen Yisui withdrew his hand: "Then there's nothing there."

"Uh." He paused for a second, then said, "Can you turn the ice back into water? That would be so cool!"

Shen Yi shook his head: "No."

To live a life of ignominy: "..."

The skills of cannon fodder are also cannon fodder.

He wisely kept his mouth shut, clinging to life.

Shen Yisui didn't care much about this. In the apocalypse, water resources were scarce, and the weather was so cold that the temperature even dropped to minus eighty, so there was no need for him to make ice anymore.

His skill is practically nonexistent.

Shen Yisui was already used to the gazes of those around him. He was born with a disability, and it was already quite remarkable that he had developed superpowers.

Shen Yisui walked into the next room, and the layout of this room was obviously much better than the previous one.

Most of the facilities inside were still there, although the machinery was severely damaged, the bedding and sheets were still there. Shen Yi walked through the room's corridor, where a simple blanket was laid on the wooden floor, and you could feel the indentation when you stepped on it.

Shen Yisui sensed his surroundings, then opened one of the small drawers and took out several cans of food.

The person, barely surviving, observed the lettering from above, indicating that the canned food was not yet expired.

Seeing this, Shen Yisui packed all the canned goods into an opaque bag.

The only food left in the room were these three cans of food. Shen Yi searched through the other drawers, but apart from some needles and thread and unwanted clothes, there was nothing else left.

The knives in the kitchen were already rusty. Shen Yisui picked up a folding fruit knife, which was still fairly sharp, and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

Cheng Jingyi followed closely behind Shen Yisui, who could sense his aura.

He always kept a distance of about ten meters behind Shen Yisui, his eyes sometimes dark and sometimes gloomy, staring intently at Shen Yisui.

Shen Yisui took his things and went to the living room, where there were a few chairs and a round table. He put the things down beside him, drew all the curtains by the window, and then took out a can of food.

His body hadn't fully recovered, and his wounds were prone to reopening when he walked. Not to mention, he still had a bloody hole on his forehead, from which blood would occasionally trickle down, making him look like a newly mutated zombie.

There might be other people in the other dilapidated buildings, so it's best not to let others see Shen Yi in this state.

Nearly two hours of searching had made Shen Yisui hungry. He had just opened the metal clasp on the can when he heard a hissing sound coming from the corner of the wall.

Shen Yisui: "..."

Cheng Jingyi was still standing at the corner, perhaps squatting or standing, but his gaze was always fixed on Shen Yisui.

Shen Yisui gripped the can in his hand. He remembered the benefits he had received from Cheng Jingyi before. After a moment of silence, he took another can from the bag beside him.

"Don't stare at me, here you go." Shen Yisui rolled the can of food in his hand along the ground to the corner of the wall.

He couldn't see that his control of the force was also imprecise, and the can eventually rolled to the edge of the sofa.

Cheng Jingyi's eyes remained still and lifeless. Seeing that Shen Yisui ignored him after throwing him the canned food, he hesitated for a few seconds before slowly walking towards the sofa.

There wasn't much in this can of meat, only two or three hundred grams. Cheng Jingyi bit the edge of the can with the tip of his teeth, straining his face, his stray hairs falling down as he shifted his gaze forward.

Shen Yisui's method of eating canned food was clearly much smarter than his. He gripped the pull tab with his fingers and tore off the inner metal layer of the can with a little force.

Cheng Jing paused upon seeing this, then released his grip and looked down at the can in his hand.

It was no different from the one Shen Yi had; the slogans engraved on the side of the can were exactly the same, and they even tasted the same.

However, the metal sheet is missing a pull ring.

Cheng Jingyi's eyes flickered uncertainly. He glanced at the canned food in Shen Yisui's hand, then looked down at his own, and his expression immediately turned somewhat unpleasant.

Shen Yisui was completely unaware of Cheng Jingyi's unusual behavior. He lowered his head and bit into the meat in the can, only to find that the meat was tough and old, perhaps because it had been sitting for too long, and even had turned sour and had an unpleasant smell.

Shen Yi frowned, remained silent, and hastily swallowed everything in the can.

Footsteps sounded beside him again. Shen Yi stopped what he was doing, put the can of food aside, and turned his eyes to the side.

Cheng Jingyi always had a faint yet easily detectable scent, and Shen Yisui could always sense it whenever he got close.

"What?"

Cheng Jingyi stood motionless beside Shen Yisui. After a moment of silence, he said, "I want more food."

Shen Yi turned his face away: "No, that's all."

"Have."

Shen Yisui completely ignored him: "No. There are only two in total, one for each of us."

Cheng Jingyi's face turned pale: "There are three."

“No. The third one is broken. It’s in the drawer. Go check it yourself if you don’t believe me.” After saying that, Shen Yisui threw the opaque bag next to him onto the table and continued.

Cheng Jingyi hesitated. He pulled the bag off the table and opened it. It was empty; there was nothing hidden inside.

He stood beside Shen Yisui for nearly five or six minutes with his lips pursed, then turned and walked to the drawer.

As Shen Yisui sensed his departure, she clutched the last remaining small can of food in her pocket with her left hand.

The food in one can was still too little, only two or three hundred grams, far from enough for an adult man's appetite. At Cheng Jingyi's rate of eating, no amount of food would be enough for him to swallow in one bite.

"But if he can't find food, he'll want to eat you again," the creature hovering in the air said with a worried expression.

Shen Yisui: "..."