Tingting said, "I brought it to you last night, but you said you didn’t want it and told to handle it myself. I ran into Brother Zicheng on my way ho, so I gave the tablet to him."
"Ah..."
Feifei exclaid, but not out of shock. It was more of a reaction to how could it be this way. Recalling the past, Uncle Lin’s gifts were always test papers; how did it suddenly beco a tablet?
Wuu wuu wuu...
Don’t let Feifei’s normal appearance fool you; her heart is silently crying.
"Feifei, what’s wrong? Is sothing the matter?" Tingting felt that Feifei’s behavior was a bit off.
Wenwen, playing with the tablet, lifted her head and quietly observed, sighing internally. Despite her young age, she understood. Feifei was clearly upset, caught off guard by Uncle Lin’s unexpected action.
In Feifei’s heart, she must have thought Uncle Lin’s gift would be test papers, but who could have guessed it would be a tablet?
Wenwen thought, should I give the tablet to Feifei?
But I really like playing with it.
Feifei forcibly pretended to be calm, reminding herself that as the big sister, she must not show regret, "Nothing, I’m just thinking we should focus on our studies. I know Uncle Lin’s gift must be sothing for leisure, so I didn’t take it. I believe my progress is only slight, and I cannot afford to beco complacent."
After saying this, Feifei’s expression completely changed, as if she almost believed what she was saying.
"Wow..."
Tingting looked up to Feifei in admiration, seeing her radiate an indescribable aura at that mont.
Feifei gently patted Tingting’s small shoulder, "Tingting, you play first. I’ll go read and wait for the teacher, but you shouldn’t get addicted, okay?"
"Mm-hmm-hmm..." Tingting nodded her little head, "Don’t worry, Feifei. I won’t get addicted. I’ll only play a little after school with my dad’s permission."
Feifei turned around, tilting her head slightly upward, not wanting the tears to fall, and returned to her seat. She took out a book, hiding her face, pretending to read while actually crying.
Why... am I always the one getting hurt?
...
Several days later.
At the border.
Several unfamiliar figures appeared.
They were both n and won, all with blue eyes, white skin, large and high noses, and deep-set eyes. Their physiques were robust.
"Andre, have we arrived?" a fairly attractive woman asked.
The man called Andre was as sturdy as a bear, with arms thicker than an average man’s thighs. A casual punch from him could easily be deadly.
They had crossed the ’Altai Mountains’ to reach the northwest region.
They ca here because they were pushed to the brink by a Transcendent team; the apocalypse brought unimaginable disasters upon them.
Though they survived, they had to live avoiding zombies.
Yet, heaven hadn’t abandoned them; in their most helpless, desperate hour, hope ca to them, granting them the Transcendent powers often depicted in films.
However, they weren’t the only ones with Transcendent powers.
Others possessed them too.
And when this power erged, it endowed those who originally had to evade zombies with the ability to confront them; once free from the threat of zombies, ambition began to arise.
"We have arrived. We are now at the border of this country and are safe for the mont, but we must remain cautious. The population here is huge, making it easy to encounter zombies," Andre warned.
The companions around nodded in agreent.
"Andre, our Transcendent powers are already strong enough. Even if we encounter those terrifying zombies, we can handle them. As long as we’re not careless, there generally won’t be any problems."
During their apocalyptic escape, they discovered that certain zombies had crystals in their heads that could enhance their powers.
This discovery thrilled them, feeling it was an opportunity to conquer the apocalyptic zombies.
The only female Awakener said, "I wonder how many people still survive in this country."
"Lian Na, I think it should be very few. You’ve studied here and ntioned that their living environnts are quite dense. From what we encountered with the zombies in the early stages, how many ordinary people could escape?" another companion comnted.
Listening to her companion, Lian Na thought and indeed found it true: the outbreak in a city often ant it was dood to be destroyed by zombies, with very few survivors managing to escape.
At that mont.
An Awakener saw sothing resembling a book on the ground, partly covered by sand, with just a corner exposed.
He picked it up to look at the cover, but couldn’t understand the characters. Flipping through it casually, he suddenly dusted off one page, eyes widening, having glimpsed a photo of a zombie with a string of Chinese characters below it.
"Lian Na, take a look at this. What’s written here?" he urgently asked.
Lian Na, hearing the anxious tone in her friend’s voice, took the magazine-like thing and glanced at it, only to be equally shocked by what she saw.
The surrounding companions noticed Lian Na’s expression and beca somber, realizing she held sothing significant, given her visible amazent.
"Lian Na, what’s wrong?" Andre asked.
Lian Na said, "The four characters on the cover say ’Zombie Album,’ and the content inside is frightening, docunting various zombies. The zombies depicted are exactly like the ones we’ve seen. Soone in this country has ticulously docunted everything about zombies."
"Incredible, truly incredible."
After saying this, Lian Na spoke no more, diligently turning the pages.
Faced with this, the companions remained silent. Lian Na was the only one who understood the language of this country as she had studied here. They had to wait until she finished to learn the details.
Ti ticked by.
Lian Na closed the ’Zombie Album,’ looking at her companions with shock and disbelief in her eyes.
"If what’s recorded here is true, then the person who compiled this album is a god."
"A god?"
"No way?"
Lian Na shook her head, "He referred to the Transcendent as Awakeners, docunted the uses of crystals, and look at this, he killed the ’Chulte’."
When Lian Na ntioned ’Chulte,’ everyone’s pupils contracted sharply.
’Chulte’ was their term for the demon.
They’d witnessed ’Chulte’ massacres before—a shelter of four hundred individuals was discovered by ’Chulte’, and within just half an hour, it was wiped out, leaving only a dozen survivors.
If Lin Fan were to see the photo of what they called ’Chulte’,
he would definitely say casually.
This is just a Fusion Zombie,
with a rainbow-colored crystal.
I don’t know how many ’Chulte’ I’ve cleaned up.
"Is this truly sothing humans can achieve?" Andre asked, filled with disbelief.
In his mory, the ’Chulte’ he’d seen back then was terrifying and undying, capable of regenerating even if its body was wrecked.
Even though they had many Transcendents and weapons at the ti, the result was still a massacre.
Lian Na said, "A god-like man lives in Huang City."
"Huang City?"
"Yes, I traveled to that beautiful city once," Lian Na said.
Andre said, "Should we go find him?"
Just as Lian Na was about to respond, a figure appeared in the distance, shrouded in yellow sand, making it impossible to see the features but clear that it was a person.
Because the way that figure moved wasn’t like a zombie.
Imdiately.
Everyone looked towards the distant figure.
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