After that, Su Ruanruan took out a map of China from her backpack—though in reality it was from her spatial storage—then pulled out another detailed map of An’gang City.
When she was stocking up supplies, she had bought maps of China as well as maps of many major cities.
Mu Lian’s eyes lit up instantly. He had already left the main convoy—what if he got lost?
The two of them lay on Tangtang’s head, studying the route to the capital city. With transportation systems completely collapsed, they could only rely on their feet and Tangtang.
After a long discussion, they drew a straight line on the map connecting An’gang City to Beijing.
Of course, they might have to detour along the way and face unavoidable obstacles, but as long as the general direction was correct, it was enough.
When they were done, Su Ruanruan put away the map and flopped onto Tangtang’s head, hands behind her head.
Mu Lian did the same. The two lay side by side. In their hearts, they were nothing more than teammates.
After all, during these ten days of hardship, only they understood how much they had supported and encouraged each other.
Mu Lian muttered a long while with Tangtang about the route. Seeing that it only vaguely understood, he couldn’t help but smile.
“After the global mutation, the intelligence of many plants and animals has increased. They can communicate with humans now. Tangtang’s intelligence is probably like a five- or six-year-old child,” Su Ruanruan said.
“Great!”
So Tangtang obediently followed Mu Lian’s directions, turning left sometimes, right sometimes.
Even though it didn’t fully understand, it knew Mu Lian was its owner—and it was a very obedient little cat.
Suddenly, Tangtang stopped. It even retreated a few steps. The two people on its head immediately sat up alert.
In the distance, a three-meter-tall stray dog was confronting a man.
The man was tall—around 1.9 meters—with a sharp, aggressive appearance.
He wore a long dark-blue down jacket that looked brand new, as if scavenged from somewhere.
But his face showed a determined, almost suicidal expression.
He held a baseball bat, his hands trembling slightly.
Suddenly, the stray dog lunged at him, its foul-smelling mouth wide open, saliva dripping everywhere.
At that critical moment, a gust of wind and a bullet shot toward the dog at the same time.
The bullet hit the dog’s heart accurately. The wind only slightly ruffled its fur.
The dog collapsed instantly, gasping weakly, its eyes filled with unwillingness.
The man across from it let out a relieved breath and looked toward the direction the bullet came from.
There, a giant orange cat stood—with two people on its head, one man and one woman.
The woman held a handgun, her expression calm, as if killing a stray dog was as casual as spitting.
A breeze lifted her hair, revealing her fair neck.
In this apocalypse, someone so clean and composed looked almost like a savior descending from heaven.
But Su Ruanruan’s inner thoughts were: Holy crap, another big boss.
In her past life, this man was the only known water-type ability user: Tang Xun.
Rumors said he could summon a tsunami with a wave of his hand, or dry a person’s body with a frown.
He could control both water and wind—one of the government’s so-called “savior candidates.”
Yet in her past life, he had always been alone. Very few people could approach him.
The two humans and one cat walked toward him.
The closer they got, the more Su Ruanruan felt—this guy was insanely handsome.
But she kept a calm expression, thinking about how to recruit him into their team.
Mu Lian, on the other hand, was stunned. He had just watched Su Ruanruan casually pull out a gun from nowhere.
Fast, accurate, and lethal.
Then suddenly—
“Thud.”
Tang Xun knelt down.
“Boss, please have mercy on me! Please take me in as your little brother!”
He pressed his hands together against his forehead, looking extremely sincere.
Su Ruanruan almost fell off Tangtang’s head from shock, barely grabbing its ear to steady herself.
This “big boss”… why was he so… chuunibyou?
She remembered he was only 18 when the apocalypse began. That explained a lot.
Suddenly, Su Ruanruan realized something.
Maybe the government didn’t assign him to be alone because he was difficult to deal with…
But because he was too easy to deal with.
Too approachable. Too straightforward. Too… weirdly enthusiastic.
In that case, recruiting him might be easier than expected.
She suppressed her excitement and said indifferently, “You?”
“I can do anything! I’m 1.92 meters tall! I can fight wild dogs! I can even carry bags!” Tang Xun hurriedly said.
Su Ruanruan almost laughed out loud.
That face saying such words—it was way too funny.
“Fine. I’ll reluctantly take you in,” she said casually.
Mu Lian didn’t object. He trusted her judgment.
Tang Xun immediately stood up, smiling like an excited puppy.
“Let him on,” Su Ruanruan said.
Soon, Tang Xun also experienced the sensation of being lifted into the air.
“Waaah! So high!”
“Sit properly,” Su Ruanruan ordered.
He immediately sat cross-legged obediently.
After introductions, Su Ruanruan briefly explained the concept of human mutation and asked him:
“Do you feel any energy inside your body?”
Tang Xun thought for a moment and shook his head.
“No… I feel the same as before.”
Su Ruanruan frowned slightly.
She had clearly seen it earlier—when the dog attacked, he instinctively raised his right hand.
And a visible fist-sized gust of wind had shot out.
She studied him thoughtfully.
Looks like he had already awakened—just not consciously yet.