You little rascal, you really do have a sweet tongue!

1. Within the Moon Dragon Tower, 5,309 meters to the northwest, a zombie mutant has been born. Slaying the mutant zombie may yield a mutation crystal!
2. The new generation of the Goddess of Fortune has appeared in the north. Friendly reminder: the Goddess of Fortune has a fondness for gold and, nurtured in an environment where all eyes are on her, is somewhat conceited—but she can be taught with a firm hand.
3. At the Wangshan Pet Store, a large number of pet dogs have survived. Some of these dogs, after mutation, have become formidable and may serve as powerful allies to the host.

Today's intelligence was somewhat unusual.

The information regarding the Goddess of Fortune was displayed in rainbow-colored text on the system's interface, while all other tasks—including the three from yesterday—were in black font.

From this simple detail, Xue Feng could make a certain deduction:

This so-called "Goddess of Fortune" must be of great importance to him.

It was a pity the system's hints were so scarce; it only mentioned her liking for gold.

In this world now overrun by savage zombies, he couldn't possibly wander about searching for women and ask each one what color she liked.

"Forget it, there's no use worrying about that now. I’ll check out the Moon Dragon Tower first and see what exactly this zombie mutant is."

Though the security office was rather basic, An Xiaowei still managed to prepare a proper breakfast for Xue Feng.

Each of them had a bowl of thin porridge, paired with pancakes she baked herself.

Simple as it was, it filled their bellies.

As they ate, An Xiaowei told Xue Feng, "Brother Feng, the place I used to live in was actually quite nice! The kitchen and bathroom were fully functional, and there was space to move about inside. This security room may be free of zombies, but it's just too cramped..."

"It doesn’t matter," Xue Feng replied coolly. "We’re only staying here temporarily. Once we finish eating, pack everything from the bed and load it into the vehicle. Today, we’ll find a detached villa in the suburbs and settle there instead. We won’t be coming back."

"A detached villa?" An Xiaowei frowned slightly at the thought.

Xue Feng smiled. "The world outside is crawling with zombies. There are plenty of unclaimed houses. Finding one won't be difficult."

"You're right, Brother Feng! I’ll pack up right away!"

This time, An Xiaowei fully supported his idea.

To have a patch of safe ground in a zombie-infested apocalypse—what could be more wonderful?

Not to mention, she'd experienced what it meant to be a woman yesterday and regretted not meeting Brother Feng sooner.

They said the first time would hurt, but she felt as if she were soaring.

Moving to a villa, she intended to leave her mark on the kitchen counter, the living room sofa, and the washing machine on the balcony!

While An Xiaowei busied herself packing, Xue Feng slipped out alone for a bit.

When he returned, he was behind the wheel of a mighty military armored vehicle.

"Wow, Brother Feng, where did you get this beast? It’s so cool!"

"Impressive, isn’t it?" Xue Feng felt the same.

An Xiaowei added, "It’s not just the fierce appearance—this armored vehicle feels as safe as you do!"

Xue Feng burst into laughter. "I never realized how sweet your tongue could be, girl!"

They loaded all their supplies into the armored car and drove out of the Jiameng Community.

The Moon Dragon Tower stood in the heart of Qingjiang City, an iconic building with sixty-eight floors—a massive office skyscraper.

Before the disaster, there were over a hundred offices within the tower, and thousands of workers bustled about inside.

After the calamity struck, water and power were cut, zombies rampaged, and the throngs within fled.

All that remained were mutated zombies wandering the lifeless halls.

The entire tower was steeped in deathly silence.

Before entering, An Xiaowei hesitated. "Brother Feng, could you give me a gun?"

"Not for now," Xue Feng replied gravely. "The recoil is too much for you. Besides, you need some combat experience before handling a firearm."

"Alright then," she said, not pressing further.

She shivered visibly just at the sight of zombies; shooting them, while it seemed simple, was anything but.

Zombies didn’t fear bullets; only a shot to the head could incapacitate them.

If you met one up close and failed to blow its brains out in a single shot, you’d be dragged to the ground and devoured alive.

It was safer for her to fend them off with a stick, keeping them at bay.

No sooner had they entered the building than a zombie lunged from the shadows—only to have Xue Feng slice its skull clean off with a single stroke.

An Xiaowei fought down a wave of nausea, barely keeping herself from retching.

At that moment, another zombie sprang at Xue Feng from the other side.

He sidestepped its charge, spun, and hacked off one of its legs.

The crippled zombie writhed on the floor, gnashing its teeth in feral rage.

An Xiaowei trembled, terrified by the gruesome sight.

Then she heard Xue Feng’s voice behind her. "Xiaowei, come kill it."

"Ah…" she froze as Xue Feng handed her a large machete.

"Do it," he urged.

"But I… I…" she stammered, paralyzed by fear.

Xue Feng pressed, "You wanted a gun, didn’t you? If you can’t even kill a zombie, what would you do with a gun?"

His words struck home.

She steeled herself, refusing to be weak any longer.

Forcing herself forward, she stood before the crippled zombie, grasping the machete with trembling hands.

The zombie snapped and clawed at her, ferocious as ever.

She wavered for a long time, unable to bring herself to strike.

Just then, Xue Feng stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her and guiding her hand on the machete.

"I can’t… I really can’t…"

"Close your eyes and relax," he murmured.

But nothing he said could calm her racing heart.

She was a gentle, timid girl—she’d never killed so much as a chicken in her life.

Even mutated, the zombie still bore a human form; how could she bring herself to do it?

"Please, Brother Feng, I can’t…"

But Xue Feng, gripping her arm, brought the blade down hard.

With a sickening sound, the zombie was beheaded and finally lay still.

An Xiaowei broke down, sobbing into Xue Feng’s chest, her hand over her mouth to keep quiet.

Even in such a moment, she remembered not to make a sound.

If zombies were drawn by her cries, it would be disastrous.