A cute, timid mushroom mistakenly takes the zombie king for her boyfriend and sticks close to him.

What's small?

What cat?

Mushroom was hiding in the crowd, observing secretly, like a little hamster hiding and stealthily moving its feet, retreating step by step.

As she moved, she happily swayed her mushroom cap in her mind, making bubbles, wishing she could turn into a giant mushroom on the spot.

However, just as she was preparing to make a full evacuation, the crowd suddenly parted to create a path, completely exposing her to the public.

All eyes were on her.

Meng Xiaoyou felt as if she had been frozen in place, so stiff that she dared not move. Looking left and right, she realized that the "little dirty cat" they were talking about was herself.

She's not a cat, she's a mushroom, you clueless humans.

Mushroom, with her hands nervously tucked into her pockets, sensed the man's ill-intentioned gaze and plunged behind the superhuman.

Wang Gang laughed.

"I heard your Su family switched babies? This little girl is much more interesting than you guys."

"What exactly do you want? You blew up our car and are still causing trouble here." Su Lanyue could no longer tolerate it.

"What's wrong? It's nothing, but you've disturbed our mission, so you should at least show some appreciation, right? Hand over the supplies you collected this time, or come with us to Gong County to clear out the zombies."

"Why should we do the work of you mercenaries?" Mu Qingfeng sneered, his eyes looking down on them, still not taking them seriously.

"Not going?" Wang Gang chuckled twice. "Good that you're not going. None of you will return alive. This place is full of our people. The three great families aren't here. Let's see who can save you?"

"Oh right, I'm a fifth-level ability user now. I didn't expect that when Young Master Mu left, he was at level four and when he came back, he was still at level four. He hasn't improved at all."

Before the apocalypse, Mu Qingfeng, as the young master of the Mu family, lived a smooth and successful life. Even the elders of the Mu family couldn't do anything about him, and everyone went along with him, so he behaved politely.

After the apocalypse, his talent was astonishing, but unfortunately, he was not a person who had experienced great trials and tribulations. With the slightest provocation, he revealed his true colors and his true nature. The once-proud son of heaven gradually fell into decline.

In the apocalypse, a single level difference is a watershed moment. Just like the powerful attack he unleashed in anger, it was easily torn apart by Wang Gang.

Moreover, there are too many mercenaries now, and they are no match for them. However, Mu Qingfeng did not know what they wanted to do, and they dared to offend him openly over such a trivial matter.

Mu Qingfeng's brows were furrowed with anger. Just then, a soft hand gently tugged at his arm and said, "That's enough. As members of the Zhongyu Base, it's time for us to make some contributions to the base."

Her voice was gentle, like a spring breeze, easily calming anxious emotions. Then she lowered her voice and said in a tone that was barely audible to the two of them, "Besides, there are many zombies, so we can take this opportunity to improve our abilities..."

Mu Qingfeng felt that Su Lanyue's words made sense.

They had been away from City B for a long time, and now a fifth-level superhuman had appeared there. Mu Qingfeng, who always held himself above others, must be resentful.

The group made a decision, but Meng Xiaoyou protested alone, "If you're clearing out the zombies, can I leave? I'm not going to Zhongyu Base either."

So, let me go.

Meng Xiaoyou was sincere and tried her best to widen her big, bright eyes, but no one paid any attention to her. The only one who paid attention to her was Wang Gang, who laughed loudly as he passed by: "If you're scared, little sister, you can follow behind me."

Upon hearing this, the woman next to Wang Gang immediately glared at Meng Xiaoyou with hostility in her eyes.

Meng Xiaoyou: "..."

Crazy, why are you staring at this mushroom? Why don't you go deal with your man?

Hmph, who's scared?

Whoever is afraid is human.

The mushroom ignored the foolish humans, glared at them, and turned to leave.

Real mushrooms never look back.

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Meanwhile, Pei Sinian hasn't received any gifts from zombies for two days!

The zombie, who had been emotionally stable, gradually began to become agitated.

A strong sense of oppression emanated from the vehicle, and the people inside remained silent, not daring to utter a sound.

Only the little zombie dared to approach Pei Sinian.

After a week, the two zombies had become familiar with each other. The little zombie discovered that this terrifying boss was gentler than it had thought. Apart from the terrifying moment when they first met, the boss would no longer bully it no matter what it did.

Gradually, even though Mr. Zombie was fierce, the little zombie dared to approach him and grab his clothes, asking, "B-boss-when-when-we-can-find-our-mother?"

Pei Sinian also wanted to know...

His usually indifferent and emotionless face now betrayed a visible urgency and agitation; his eyes were as cold as ice, and deep marks from his fangs pressed into the sides of his thin lips…

The driver noticed that the zombies that had been on the expressway earlier had inexplicably scattered like startled birds...

His foot was almost cramping from pressing the accelerator. He glanced at the passenger's face out of the corner of his eye and muttered to himself: No wonder he's a big shot, even zombies are afraid of him.

Glancing again at the little zombie claw on the boss's clothes, he sighed once more, "No wonder it's a special case among zombies; it's not even afraid of the boss."

Pei Sinian washed the little devil's hands repeatedly with water until they were clean, then acted as if he hadn't seen its claws, or perhaps he was silently indulging it.

After all, he was the little fool's adopted "godson," so no matter what, he couldn't be killed.

Moreover, with this little thing, we can use it to control the emperor and command the feudal lords in the future.

This isn't the first time Mr. Zombie has done this.

"Boss—do you—really know—my mother?"

Mr. Zombie coldly watched the scenery rushing past the car window, when he was caught off guard by the little zombie asking another question.

He swatted its paw away. "I know it."

"Then tell me—what's my mother's name?"

The little zombie was skeptical: was this guy really one of New Mom's cronies?

Judging from his face, he doesn't seem like a good person. Could he be Mom's enemy?

The little zombie was simple-minded and asked whatever came to mind, so this sentence just slipped out of his mouth.

The two humans sitting next to it suddenly went black. If it weren't for the fact that it was a zombie, they would have definitely gagged it.

What a clueless little brat! Didn't you see that he was in a bad mood? Asking all sorts of questions. Who asks directly if someone is an enemy? Even if you're testing him, you can't ask on the spot. Aren't you afraid of being killed to silence him?

Sure enough, they saw the man's horrified expression in the car's interior mirror.

The sunlight seemed to never linger on his face; his pale skin was almost transparent, and the frames of his gold-rimmed glasses gleamed with a cold light.

A monotonous sound filled the car.

"Yes."

He said they were his enemies.

With little zombies around, how can it not be considered an act of revenge for abandoning one's husband and children?

Unfortunately, the little zombie couldn't hear the man's thoughts. It was terrified and immediately withdrew one hand, hugging itself tightly.

Ho ho ho! ! !

Did it cause trouble for the new mother?

Oh no, it's going to be an orphan again...