The gap between people often exceeds one’s imagination.
While some have already crossed mountains and seas to tread the path of the transcendent, others still believe they are simply living through a zombie apocalypse.
“Knock.” In a shorter residential building on the outskirts of the city, a door was lightly tapped.
Rustling sounds followed, but there was no response for a long while. It wasn't until the person inside finally confirmed the situation that the door opened.
The opening of the door was accompanied by a relieved, joyful female voice: “Brother, you’re back!”
“Keep it down!” The man who had just returned from outside immediately covered his sister's mouth with one hand, reminding her in an annoyed tone.
“Mm-hmm.” The sister grunted and nodded.
“Nothing happened at home, right?” Only after returning inside and closing the door did the man lower his voice to ask.
“Everything’s fine, it’s very safe,” the sister shook her head.
“That’s good.” The brother set down his large backpack. “I found some supplies in a pharmacy outside.”
However, the sister didn't care about the supplies for the moment. Instead, she asked with worry, “Brother, what’s it like out there right now?”
“Same as always. Zombies everywhere, and not a single living person in sight.” The brother shook his head while frowning, looking deeply perplexed.
“But I explored to the city limits—I saw snow-capped mountains!”
“Snow-capped mountains?!” The sister looked incredulous. Guangdong Province barely even got frost, let alone snow. “How could there be snow mountains here?!”
“I took photos. It might be due to changes in the climate and terrain. We need to prepare some things for the winter.”
As they continued their conversation, a crisp tapping sound echoed: “Knock, knock.”
“Huh?!” The brother instantly grew alert and glared at the door.
“It’s not the door, Brother.” The sister reacted even faster. She tugged at her brother’s hem, looking somewhat stunned.
...
The reason she was stunned became clear to the brother the moment he turned around. Wait, dude?! Are we even in the same art style?!
This was the sight before their eyes:
A beautiful girl with gray hair and gray eyes stood elegantly behind the glass sliding door of the balcony, looking like a miracle that had stepped from the 2D world into reality.
It was Mo Shao.
“Don’t be nervous, you two.” Mo Shao pushed the door open. After letting golden lightning flicker at her fingertips for a few seconds, she spoke in a very friendly manner, “I have a few things I’d like to ask you.”
“...Please, ask whatever you like! I’ll tell you everything I know!”
Seeing the beautiful girl who clearly belonged to a different art style and the golden lightning dancing on her fingertips, the brother quickly decided to play it safe.
After all, he didn't know if it was magic or something else... but he definitely couldn't win a fight against her.
Well, as for how the situation had evolved into this, the specific development of the story went like this...
After Mo Shao entered the city, she discovered there weren't many living people. While flying through the sky, she spotted this man running around outside.
At the time, she thought that instead of slowly figuring things out herself, it would be better to directly find a local who had survived here for three days and ask about the situation.
So, she had stealthily followed him back.
...
The siblings were very cooperative, answering Mo Shao’s questions. Soon, she had a rough understanding of the city’s situation.
The apocalypse had arrived on Monday at noon. At that time, very few people were at home; most were outside.
This directly led to a massive number of deaths and transformations!
During the nights of the first three days, organized “factions” were swiftly overrun by zombie swarms, leaving only these scattered individuals.
To put it simply, places with many people—like schools, hospitals, and office buildings—were all gone.
In the siblings' words, it was extremely noisy at night. Looking from their rooftop, they had seen the distant hospital fall.
Because the zombie sections had been abruptly inserted and likely didn't have airborne transmission written into their settings, this led to two situations—one good and one bad.
First, the good point was that you didn't have to worry about the people around you suddenly turning into zombies without warning.
As a result, people could hunker down in large apartment buildings for a long time. After all, when opening an empty room, one didn't need to worry about a “zombie blind box.”
Of course, the premise was that the building you were in had few people. Otherwise, you would be targeted by a zombie tide at night.
Secondly, the negative impact was... there were far fewer “lone zombies” that should have existed in a normal early-stage zombie apocalypse.
Often, attacking one would draw the entire swarm over.
Luring them out individually was no easy task either, since not everyone kept long-range weapons at home.
This meant survivors couldn't easily kill zombies, which further meant they had very little chance of coming into contact with Crystal Cores.
When Mo Shao asked about “Awakened ones” and “Crystal Cores,” they had absolutely no awareness of such things.
As for mutated zombies, the brother had only seen a few odd-looking creatures from a distance while peering from the high-rise buildings.
...
Of course, after they answered her questions, Mo Shao naturally explained the true situation of the apocalypse to them.
However, this time she used a brand-new storytelling method.
Before leaving the school, Mo Shao had printed several hundred sheets of paper. She could simply hand them out like flyers.
Even though there was no signal, the machines still worked!
Talking was truly exhausting, and it was easy to miss details. Writing a template and printing it on paper was much simpler!
She considered this their payment and, in passing, asked them to spread the word to others in the future so she could earn more Feedback.
The reaction of the siblings... well, now Mo Shao also knew their names: the brother was Tang Bing, and the sister was Tang Yi.
“So it’s not just a zombie apocalypse...” Tang Bing drifted into a daze. Tang Yi, on the other hand, was looking at Mo Shao as if she were a rare panda.
“Sister Hui, are you from the government?”
Tang Yi even took the chance to ask. After Mo Shao replied that she wasn't, that look in the girl’s eyes became even more certain.
Mo Shao could tell—that was the expression of someone looking at a “True Saint,” a species nearly on the verge of extinction. As for why she could tell at a glance...
Well, she had been looked at that way many times recently.
However, Mo Shao had no intention of correcting their thoughts. At the very least, in terms of her outward behavior, she was almost exactly like that.
As for her real thoughts, no one knew anyway~
She would just treat it as building a reputation for herself. Having a good reputation out there carried considerable benefits.
Perhaps in the future, someone would try to use moral kidnapping against her, and she could play a hand of information disparity in return.
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