Chapter 140: How Can You Be So Completely Inhuman?

Apocalypse: Stockpiling a Trillion Supplies at the Start Master Wujie 1312 words 2026-04-02 04:23:06

Early the next morning, Cao Bin rose at the break of dawn. As he prepared some food in the living room, he held a thick stack of newspapers—remnants from before the catastrophe—to pass the time and stave off boredom while he ate.

"Up so early?" Hearing footsteps, Cao Bin looked up to see Hu Mengdie.

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Xu Yichen and his group fought their way toward the school gate. There was little significant resistance, though zombies kept clawing their way up from the underground—it was clear that the system was spawning monsters this way in the later stages.

This had become a habit since they began traveling with Lian Zhu and the others. Had it been before, they certainly would not have asked about their own ideas so directly, simply because their relationship with Lian Zhu was that of servant and master, leaving no room for such casual behavior.

Shu Mei was momentarily stunned. Master Qi walked past her with a smirk on his face. By the time Shu Mei realized he was mocking her for "chewing peonies like a cow," he had already wandered off.

Xiao Feng felt certain that a lift lay behind that door; otherwise, climbing such a tall building would be exhausting.

Yet, it was precisely because of this that they lost the opportunity to experience ordinary happiness. They had to survive within a large, complex household, facing many unavoidable burdens.

Zi Rui thought it made sense, but he was speechless whenever he recalled those two elders. From the first day he arrived at the Wuxue Palace and told them he was Mu Qingyuan’s son, those two had been inseparable from him, constantly pestering him, gifting him this and that, and running to his palace with arms full of supplies and food. He truly could not fathom them.

"Hong'er, help me fetch the blue bundle from the cabinet in the room." A tea cup tapped a crisp sound against the stone table.

"Right, I'm off. See you later." With that, Long Ao kicked the pedals hard, and his bicycle shot forward like an arrow.

"Sigh! Is driving so exhausting that your brain has stopped working, leading you to spout such nonsense?" I fell back into my habitual way of teasing An Qi.

"Jifeng, gather the men. Meet at the city gate in a quarter of an hour." Regardless of anything else, they had to return first; catching a ride would be much more convenient.

Since Fan Junze had stated his position, the elders of the Fan family, along with Shi Yuanju and Zhuge Yueyi, saw no need to object and nodded in agreement.

Jiang Yan was shocked to hear this. Did it mean his cultivation base had vanished entirely, and he had truly become an ordinary soldier?

The gate guard looked at the silk pouch in his hand. He did not push it away, but weighed it in his palm, feeling its substantial heft.

Yan Zhao was a bit bewildered. As everyone stared at her, she steadied her nerves, sat down, and returned to her work.

Ma Jue instinctively wanted to glance at Jin Hexiao, but the sect leader had vanished without a trace.

Because of their close collaboration, the two shared an excellent rapport. Consequently, they appeared together on various variety shows. Many things that would be impermissible forty years later were perfectly acceptable in this era.

However, Ye Yuntian sensed that dangerous aura drawing ever closer. Regardless of the consequences, he simply unleashed the Death Rule of the Yama Register.

She gestured for a long while. Mei Xiang listened intently, her long eyelashes fluttering. Her features widened in astonishment, and eventually, just like every heartfelt exchange before, her gaze slowly merged with hers.

"I told you, I’m taking you somewhere fun. I guarantee it will resolve your current predicament. Why are you in such a rush?" "Yao Yao, Yao Yao..." Lu Jingchen’s anxious voice came through the phone, accompanied by the blaring of horns.

Zhuo Yao realized she was completely captivated by the offer. She felt an uncontrollable urge to accept the deal.

In just two or three short years, they had established a formidable reputation within the supernatural community. Even the Shaman tribes far away in the Liao Kingdom had heard of them. Many in the circle believed that within a decade, the Yi Sect would gain another Celestial Master.