The next day, after bidding farewell to Bai Xuan.
Ning Yu and Shen Yiyue first went to the back gate of Tianshen Elementary School, as mentioned by Fatty Zhao.
Now that Ning Yu's blade was broken, she exchanged for several titanium alloy crossbow bolts from the mall.
For the time being, she could use the crossbow bolts and a dagger, and switch back to the Crimson War Blade once it was properly nourished with blood.
On the way, it was mainly Shen Yiyue who was cutting down zombies. With Ning Yu currently without her primary weapon, Shen Yiyue volunteered to take on more of the fighting to improve her skills.
So, Ning Yu just quietly followed behind her, occasionally shooting a few arrows to take down some zombies.
【You have killed an ordinary zombie, earning 19 points】
【You have killed an ordinary zombie, earning 20 points】
...
Listening to the pleasant notification sounds, Ning Yu was quite leisurely behind her, feeling like she was playing an auto-battle web game, earning points while lying down.
After exiting the back gate of Tianshen Elementary School, there was indeed a medium-sized parking lot.
The scene of the last time she counterattacked The Glutton in the parking lot was still fresh in her memory, and she had also been ambushed by the Butcher at Tianshen Elementary School.
This time, Ning Yu was much more cautious. She first used Detection (Intermediate) to probe the area.
【No mutant zombies detected!】
Good.
The two of them then descended directly into the parking lot from the exit.
The parking lot was filled with a foul stench, mixed with the damp smell from the rain a couple of days ago, making it quite unbearable.
Hearing the low groans of zombies inside, and there were quite a few of them. It seemed Fatty Zhao hadn't lied; he had indeed attracted a lot of zombies at the time.
"Do you need to take the T-virus immunity capsule, Yuejie?"
Ning Yu asked Shen Yiyue if she needed the immunity capsule.
Shen Yiyue, upon hearing this, turned back with a confident smile and said:
"No need, I'm confident. Let me protect you, Xiaoyu!"
Indeed, they didn't encounter any danger along the way. As long as there were no mutant zombies, Shen Yiyue's combat ability was still impeccable, and she seemed to be getting more and more proficient.
Ning Yu's occasional shots earlier were just to satisfy her itch and maintain the combo reward.
As soon as they entered the parking area, several zombies caught their scent.
They limped over, and Ning Yu, walking behind, had her crossbow and dagger ready, prepared to assist Shen Yiyue at any moment.
Shen Yiyue stepped forward with both hands on her blade, easily engaging with these zombies, and after a few consecutive slashes, she cut them down.
The parking lot was not large, and the density of parked cars was sparse.
Ning Yu spotted a motorcycle parked far away, its design quite eye-catching.
The silver-gray streamlined body, striking red rims, and overall mechanical and technological aesthetics made it look like a masterpiece.
Two exhaust pipes crossed each other from the rear of the bike, resembling two coiling dragons.
What a beauty!
Fatty Zhao must be quite wealthy; this motorcycle probably costs several hundred thousand.
Your motorcycle is great, and now it's mine!
Shen Yiyue in front had cleared out some more zombies and was still completely in control.
There were about 20 zombies left near the motorcycle, some densely packed. Ning Yu wanted to see how Shen Yiyue planned to handle them.
She saw Shen Yiyue approach a seven-seater business van.
Then she threw an empty soda can towards the group of zombies.
The can landed, making a distinct metallic sound in the quiet underground parking lot.
The zombies, hearing the noise, all turned their heads and spotted Shen Yiyue.
"Ah, ahh..."
They snarled and charged over, moving as a group.
They were too close to each other, so it wasn't possible to lure them one by one.
Then Shen Yiyue climbed onto the roof of the seven-seater van.
Smart move.
Ning Yu gave a slight nod of approval, her crossbow already aimed in that direction, just in case.
The zombies didn't know how to help each other climb.
This seven-seater van wasn't like a sedan, with a flat front that they could easily climb up.
So, Shen Yiyue had gained a high ground advantage.
Looking down at the 20 or so zombies jostling below, she remained calm, raising her long blade.
Like a young man catching a weasel in a watermelon field, she stabbed them one by one through the head with her long blade.
In no time, all 20 or so were dead and lying on the ground.
She then jumped down from the van and checked the surroundings.
Ning Yu walked up:
"Well done."
Shen Yiyue also showed a playful smile, shaking off the blood on her blade.
The two of them walked towards the Ducati motorcycle.
Feeling the hard metal texture of the body, Shen Yiyue couldn't help but exclaim:
"What a beautiful bike!"
Ning Yu checked the fuel level in the tank and found it was about 80%, confirming Fatty Zhao's words.
Now, there was a new question: who would ride this motorcycle?
Ning Yu first got on, then an awkward situation occurred.
Her legs were just a little too short to reach the ground.
Ning Yu really wanted to ask the system if she could use points to buy some height??
What now?
Seeing the silver-haired little loli awkwardly trying to stretch her short legs, Shen Yiyue walked over and patted Ning Yu, saying:
"Xiaoyu, why don't I ride it?"
Ning Yu turned her head, giving Shen Yiyue a suspicious look:
"You... know how to ride a motorcycle?"
Shen Yiyue scratched her head, embarrassed:
"I've only ridden an electric bike, but it should be similar, right??"
Ning Yu rolled her eyes at her:
"How could it be the same, you idiot."
But there was no other option, since her legs couldn't reach the ground, so she had to teach Shen Yiyue on the spot:
"First, sit like this, yes, that's the position."
"This is the clutch, this is neutral..."
"Right, slowly release the clutch..."
The silver-haired little loli patiently taught Shen Yiyue, practicing in the underground parking lot.
After a while, Shen Yiyue suddenly realized and stopped to ask Ning Yu:
"Xiaoyu, since you're too short, how do you know how to ride a motorcycle... Ow!!"
Ning Yu gave her a light punch, saying:
"Are you being polite?"
Shen Yiyue winced and rubbed her head, giving a sheepish smile:
"How are you so skilled at this..."
"I know a little bit of everything."
Ning Yu glanced at her, too lazy to explain, and plopped down on the back seat of the motorcycle.
Then she wrapped her arms around Shen Yiyue's slender waist, resting her little head on her back:
"Drive fast."
Feeling the silver-haired little loli hugging her, Shen Yiyue couldn't help but grin and started singing:
"Riding my beloved little motorcycle..."
"With my beloved Xiaoyu..."
?
Something strange seemed to have slipped in.
Ning Yu couldn't be bothered to deal with this idiot, so she let her sing.
The motorcycle drove around the underground parking lot, practicing.
Just as they reached a previously sealed underground staircase, a figure suddenly emerged from within.
It was a young man with a cigarette in his mouth, blocking their path.
"Stop!"
Normally, if it was just one person blocking the way, they could just run them over.
But the situation was different now; the man had a black handgun in his hand!
The dark muzzle was aimed at Shen Yiyue on the motorcycle.
Shen Yiyue immediately stopped, but her expression didn't change. She slowly raised her hands in surrender, locking her gaze on the man's movements.
The man's cigarette was still burning in his mouth, and he hadn't had a chance to take a puff.
He casually waved the gun with his wrist to the side, saying:
"Get off the bike!"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
