The head nagged on, "You donât even have two bottles of water, and you still gave him one. You really are kind-hearted."
For some reason, the head could speak directly in Su Changxingâs mind. Conversely, Su Changxing also had this ability, and he could block such conversations.
Su Changxing retorted irritably, "Itâs my water. Iâll do what I want with it. No need for you to worry."
The head suddenly changed the subject, "Thereâs one more thing I must remind you of."
Hearing this tone, Su Changxing figured it was not good news: "What is it?"
The head said, "Even though Iâve left there, the Lady of the House might still come after me, or even you."
Su Changxing paused for a moment, "Can she find me?"
The head thought for a moment and said, "Probably, yes. Her position is quite special; it aligns well with this world, so she can unleash terrifying abilities."
Su Changxing asked, "So what is her position?"
The head pondered for a moment and said, "I said itâs special. I donât know either."
Su Changxing: "······"
Hearing the headâs words, a sense of urgency welled up again in his heart. He had personally felt the Lady of the Houseâs oppressiveness, capable of driving a large Undead Tide to attack him from afar.
Therefore, he must quickly enhance his strength to have more room for self-preservation.
Suddenly, a commotion came from the corridor.
Su Changxing went out to take a look. Two people were carrying a body towards the stairs. The person being carried was wrapped in bandages, with a knife wound on his neck still dripping blood. It was evident that he had just died.
He noticed Huang Tao, who was bruised and swollen, nearby and asked, "What happened?"
Huang Tao leaned on the railing and said, "A guy who wasnât even that seriously injured committed suicide. We had already treated him with medicine, and he still took his own life."
A middle-aged man nearby, wearing a plaid shirt, of weak build, and wearing glasses, said faintly, "Well, itâs better he did. At least he wonât suffer anymore. If he hadnât, he probably wouldnât have survived anyway."
Huang Tao remained silent for a moment and retorted, "But being alive is always better than being dead."
The bespectacled middle-aged man calmly said, "Injured people in these circumstances should just die. Theyâll become a huge burden, potentially dragging down our entire group, so we donât need to keep them alive."
Huang Tao wiped blood off his face and said, "So if you get injured, weâll abandon you just the same."
The middle-aged man chuckled, "Iâll accept that. In facing such a disaster, ensuring the survival of our species should be our immediate priority, by any means necessary to keep as many people as possible alive. Unfortunately, Boss Huang doesnât seem to think that way."
He had a strong scholarly aura, likely being someone among the intellectual elite in the current world.
Huang Tao found himself speechless, sensing that the other had a point, but he just couldnât agree.
"I think Geng has a point. We should focus on the survival of the majority right now."
"Heâs a professor, so Iâll follow his lead."
"Makes some sense."
Several onlookers agreed.
Is this inciting public opinion?
Su Changxing felt that the statement had merit, yet it also did not, because for now, these people were the ones benefiting. But if it was their turn to get hurt, they might jump to oppose it.
And Huang Biao probably hadnât overlooked these matters either.
"What are you all standing around for? Got nothing to do? Itâs just someone dying,"
Huang Biaoâs scolding voice suddenly came from behind, and the bystanders scattered immediately, some preparing to depart, others moving supplies.
Only the bespectacled middle-aged man stood steadfast.
He looked at Huang Biao and said, "Boss Huang, Iâd like to speak to you about team management. I possess a wealth of relevant professional knowledge."
Huang Biao paused, then asked, "And you are?"
The middle-aged man showed a brief hint of awkwardness and said, "Geng Wanchun, Professor at Huajing University."
Huang Biao nodded and straightforwardly replied, "A newbie, huh? Just do what newbies should do. Donât fret over other things."
He paid no heed to Professor Geng Wanchunâs credentials and instead turned to Su Changxing, saying, "They found a small supermarket over there, but thereâs something strange about it. Want to go check it out together? Shall we split whatever we find fifty-fifty?"
Su Changxing glanced at the time, it was half past four, and after a moment of thought, he responded, "Alright, letâs go have a look, got nothing else to do anyway."
Saying that, Huang Biao led Su Changxing downstairs without any hesitation.
Geng Wanchun couldnât help but frown, feeling that Huang Biao was just a brute who failed to appreciate the importance of knowledge, especially under such conditions.
What upset him even more was the thought of having to do menial work.
But he had no choice, as it seemed this nearby group was the only one led by Huang Biao.
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Su Changxing followed along and asked, "Whatâs weird about it?"
"How should I put it? The zombies inside are rather big, so they donât dare to go in. But thereâs a lot of stuff in that supermarket. And our baseâs resources are too scarce right now, so we need to secure this small supermarket,"
Huang Biao explained, "And brother, you can use your bow and arrow to scope it out."
Pretty big zombies?
Su Changxing pondered and asked, "How big? Just because theyâre a bit bigger, your guys are scared? Was Yan Xu leading the team?"
Upon observation, a zombieâs size should correlate with the human size they were before transforming. If a person over two meters tall became a zombie, naturally, that zombie would also be over two meters tall.
Human transformations into zombies may involve changes in size, but these changes wouldnât be drastic.
Huang Biao froze for a few seconds, replying, "Ha, it actually was him. You guessed right."
Su Changxing said earnestly, "Itâs just that his courage is relatively small. Hmm, such a timid person isnât really suitable as a team leader. Perhaps Huang Tao might be better."
Huang Biao still said, "Actually, heâs not that timid. Youâll understand when you get there."
The small supermarket wasnât far, just on the outskirts of the community and within Huang Biaoâs search range.
After a bit more than ten minutes, Su Changxing saw Yan Xuâs group of four from a distance, peering into the supermarket from afar.
"Sure enough, theyâre pretty timid."
Su Changxing silently commented.
Huang Biao: "·····"
But as he reached Yan Xuâs group on the street, he was stunned to see that the zombies werenât just largeâthey were enormous.
The tallest was a full four meters, nearly reaching the ceiling, and it didnât look bulky; instead, it appeared slender.
The shortest was three meters, and the glass front of the supermarket made these zombies look even more massive by contrast.
Su Changxing glanced at Yan Xu, who was still visibly shaken, and patted his shoulder, "Alright, I admit, this time it wasnât your lack of courage."