The two of them returned to the cabin. Xú Wàngchuān looked at her and then at Chén Qīngsōng, genuinely perplexed as to what those two could possibly have to talk about.
Liǔ Cháoquè wore a thoroughly relaxed expression. *Oh well,* she thought, *just think about it—getting stronger and having infinite gaming credits charged for free; it's a total win.*
Yet, Boss Chén didn't seem to mention any penalty if she failed to deliver on their bet. Had he forgotten, or was it simply a perk?
Could Boss Chén actually be that thoughtful? Liǔ Cháoquè, dizzy with the excitement of her reward, suddenly calmed down. *Never mind, it was just a verbal agreement. Maybe he was just blowing hot air.*
A few minutes later, Sī Mùlí came over to chat with her.
The two made no attempt to hide it, discussing things quite openly.
"Do you really think our world has been completely overrun by zombies?" Sī Mùlí asked with some concern. "Even though it's the apocalypse, everyone has superpowers, which in a way is like a different kind of Reiki Revival. But social structure is in absolute chaos; money is worth less than food, and people are gradually reverting from a modern society to an agrarian one. Food has become the foundation of survival."
"Maybe the heavens just want to cull the population," Liǔ Cháoquè said casually. "Still, if this zombie virus was man-made, where on earth did it spread from?"
In the current world, there were only two major countries left, domestic and foreign. A thousand years ago…
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