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No matter how much Wei Shi hated Yun Zhi Yue, she was currently on the territory of Ning'an Base, where she felt relatively safe.
Unable to stay in the supermarket all the time, she waved her hand, leaving the store to two employees while following Shen Chuan around Ning'an Base. As the largest base, Ning'an was quite expansive, serving as a makeshift city that barely maintained human order.
The supermarket was not far from this city, but the environments were worlds apart. The area surrounding the supermarket was desolate and dilapidated, having been ravaged by zombies multiple times. In contrast, Ning'an still had traffic, shops, and a group of humans eager to survive.
Yun Zhi Yue's identity had long been public knowledge in this post-apocalyptic world. At that moment, as she clung to Shen Chuan's arm and stepped into Ning'an, many people's eyes flashed with greed, desire, and a well-concealed yet evident hope.
Experiencing abundance made one cherish it more; no matter how powerful one became in the apocalypse, having lived among prosperous humans made it impossible not to reminisce about those ordinary days. Yet this nostalgia was gradually buried under the weight of ongoing slaughter and shattered wills.
Ning'an had its own shops, but water and food were exorbitantly priced. Yun Zhi Yue noticed that many items were sourced from her supermarket and resold here. She could only say that these people truly had a knack for business.
To sell goods, one only needed zombie meat, and even low-level zombies could be exchanged for cash. For many people, killing a Level One Zombie was not difficult at all, which explained the situation.
Yun Zhi Yue nodded in understanding; it was no surprise. After all, her goal was to exterminate zombies. Regardless of who killed or sold them, their supplies ultimately came from slaying zombies.
Shen Chuan gently rubbed Yun Zhi Yue's cheek and asked, "Want to come home with me?"
Yun Zhi Yue nodded eagerly. "Sure!"
Shen Chuan's home was a modest apartment—about forty square meters—with one bedroom, one living room, and one bathroom—but it was clean and tidy. In this apocalypse, having such a place was hard to come by; moreover, it was kept just as neat as before the world fell apart.
As Yun Zhi Yue entered the room, she noticed a painting hanging on the wall. It wasn't a photo of her or anything specific but was indeed related to her.
Shen Chuan remembered how he had once been humiliated by her father when he planned to make his fortune and return for her but was stopped by her insistence on marriage. On the day they registered their marriage, Shen Chuan asked her what she wanted.
She replied that while she envied others who wielded power and indulged in beauty, she knew she lacked such capabilities; all she desired was a small island of her own. She wanted to be the island's master—her own territory where she could do as she pleased.
The framed photograph on the wall displayed a panoramic view of an island, accompanied by a transaction document. Shen Chuan had bought the island after she had ruthlessly discarded her, even after her face had been disfigured. No, it wasn’t for her; it was for the Puppet Body. The Puppet Body was also her, but it wasn’t the complete version of herself.
Yun Zhi Yue suddenly felt unwell, her face turning cold as she retreated into the bedroom, burrowing under the covers and remaining completely still. Shen Chuan paused for a moment, staring at the island photograph on the wall, a hint of confusion flickering in her eyes.
Entering the bedroom, she reached out to touch Yun Zhi Yue's cheek, but her hand was forcefully swatted away.
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