“Today, it’s either you die or I perish!” Ye Qingning stared fiercely at the Zombie King before her. If looks could kill, the Zombie King would have died countless times already.
Damn it, her luck was truly awful!
She, a dignified ninth-level space ability user, could only wander alone in this apocalypse. And it was all because of the strongest Zombie King constantly chasing her, making it impossible for her to settle anywhere!
There had been high-level ability users who wanted to cooperate with her, but they had all ended up dead—killed by that monster’s overwhelming psychic and time abilities.
“Qingning, as long as you agree to my proposal, you can have anything you want.”
He had said the same thing countless times. She didn’t care.
“I want you dead! A coward who doesn’t even dare take off his mask!” Ye Qingning casually threw out a compressed spatial bomb.
The Zombie King swayed lightly and dodged it with ease, then looked at her. “Anything else?”
“Damn it, we’re not even the same species!” She simply couldn’t compete with his time ability. Once he slowed time, all her attacks became slow motion.
“Do I not look human enough? Or is my strength insufficient?”
“You look like one—but you’re not human!”
“Qingning, you’ve spoken more than ten sentences to me today.”
“…”
She had already used multiple spatial teleports today. Her abilities were nearly exhausted.
All she could do now was stand here and stall with him. He didn’t kill her anyway.
Ye Qingning simply sat down on the ground, took out crystal cores from her space, and began recovering her abilities, completely ignoring the Zombie King in front of her.
“I’ll go get more crystal cores for you.” With that, the Zombie King vanished in a flash.
At that very moment, a sharp pain suddenly struck her mind.
Damn it—an ambush!
“Ye Qingning, long time no see.” A woman dressed in flowing white walked toward her gracefully.
Ye Qingning knew the one who attacked her wasn’t this woman. This woman was also a space ability user, but hers was a life-type space—completely lacking offensive power.
Yet she sold food at outrageous prices. A profiteer through and through!
“What’s wrong? Some people only dare to attack from the shadows?” Ye Qingning sensed the spatial fluctuations around her and quickly locked onto five other ability users. “You sure think highly of me. Two ninth-level and three eighth-level ability users? Since when did high-level ability users become so cheap?”
“You’re wrong. There are six more dealing with the Zombie King,” the woman covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Everyone, attack her now! She’s in a weakened state! She’s humanity’s traitor—the zombies’ accomplice! Avenge our fallen companions!”
Ye Qingning didn’t bother with nonsense. Following her principle—if someone offends me, I kill them—she teleported directly behind the woman and unleashed a spatial slash.
“Do you think too highly of your psychic ability user?” After all, she fought the Zombie King every day.
At the same time, she noticed a continuous stream of wood-type healing energy restoring the woman’s body—clearly the work of a ninth-level wood-type healer.
Even after being cut apart, she could survive? No wonder she dared to act so boldly.
Without hesitation, Ye Qingning threw her into her own space—where no living being could survive.
“Release Yiren immediately!” The five ability users appeared all at once.
“Why should I listen to you?”
Her expression remained calm, but inside she was raging:
Damn it! I can’t handle these people right now. Zombie King—if you show up now, I’ll consider marrying you!
The ability users stopped talking and attacked at once.
Ye Qingning could only rely on spatial teleportation to escape. Unfortunately, her abilities were nearly depleted, and with both a space and a psychic ability user tracking her, she was quickly caught up to.
Spatial blades, compressed bombs, spatial cuts—she unleashed them continuously. Though her enemies were injured, the wood-type healer quickly restored them.
Damn it, she wanted a healer too! This was basically cheating—why not fight one-on-one!
With her abilities not yet recovered, after several exchanges, Ye Qingning’s energy was completely drained.
“Release Yiren now, and we might let you die painlessly!”
“What? Are you all her lovers?” Ye Qingning smiled.
“Compared to us, aren’t you the one who relied on the Zombie King to reach ninth level?” an eighth-level ability user sneered.
“…”
Damn it, did he have to say it out loud?!
At this moment, the ninth-level psychic ability user spoke: “We know you’ve stored a lot of gold. If you hand it over, we can let you go.”
“Gold? In this apocalypse, what use is gold?” No wonder so many high-level ability users had come after her—it was all for her gold.
She had wondered why she suddenly attracted so much attention. It was because she had always been accompanied by that unpredictable Zombie King, making other high-level ability users too afraid to approach.
The Zombie King didn’t care who they were—he simply slaughtered anyone he encountered.
“Enough nonsense! That’s not for you to know.”
“Spatial Lock!”
She didn’t care to know anyway.
Ye Qingning was not someone who could be killed so easily. If she was going to die, she would drag a few others down with her.
“Not good! She’s going to self-destruct!”
Some realized it, but it was too late.
In the final second, Ye Qingning seemed to hear the Zombie King’s voice again.
Damn it, you came too late! It hurts so much! She really wanted to eat a big meal before dying!
Why didn’t he bring food when he came to find her today? At least she could have died on a full stomach.
That way, there would be fewer regrets.
“Sniff, sniff—”
Ye Qingning’s nose twitched. She seemed to smell food. Within her spatial perception, there was even a lot of meat!
Oh—and her beloved gold too. Why was there so much of it?! Everywhere she had gone before, not even a gram of gold should have been left!
Collect! Collect! Collect!
“It hurts…”
Wasn’t she supposed to be dreaming? Why did it hurt so much when her abilities were exhausted?
No—that wasn’t right. What dream? She should already be dead.
With great effort, Ye Qingning opened her eyes—only to see darkness. She closed them again, reached forward, and touched wooden boards. She kicked her feet—more wooden boards.
Was she stuffed inside a coffin?
That Zombie King couldn’t even get her a proper coffin. This was so uncomfortable.
Too cramped.
And he still expected her to accept his proposal? Maybe in the next life!
Forget it. She was too tired. Sleep first.
This time, Ye Qingning was certain she was dreaming.
In the dream, there was a girl who looked very much like her, also named Ye Qingning. The girl had a calm expression, slightly dull and childlike.
She said she wanted to go home. She hadn’t yet met her paternal grandparents, maternal grandparents, her uncle, or her aunt.
“Then go back,” Ye Qingning said.
“I’m already dead.”
“Then let your soul return home.”
“I don’t know the way.”
“Bad with directions?”
Just like her—but she didn’t say that. After all, she was a mature adult.
“I’ve lived in Svastika Country since birth. I’ve never returned to Hua Country.”
“Huh? Svastika Country? Aren’t there fewer than five countries left in the world? Where did that come from?”
“There are many, many countries. I’ll lend you my body—go home for me and take a look. I’m going to find my parents.”
“But I don’t want to be a child again. Starting school all over sounds painful.”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
“Why?”
Unfortunately, before the girl could answer, she disappeared.
A cramp in her stomach told Ye Qingning that the body’s owner hadn’t eaten for a long time.
She was starving.
She wanted to eat a big meat bun.
As she thought of it, a warm, soft, fragrant object suddenly appeared in her hand.
She didn’t even need to look.
It was a meat bun.