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The girl quietly stayed in the sealed room, her body pressed low. It seemed those people only intended to sedate her and did not want to harm her; the oxygen supply beside her continued uninterrupted.
What they did not know was that if this girl wanted to harm them, it would be an incredibly simple task, with no chance of escape.
Zheng Yifan gently tapped on the sealed room, looking at the facilities inside, feeling an inexplicable surge of agitation. This was the place where the experiment on demon blood took place, creating that maddening potion.
Zheng Yifan needed to preserve these technical documents because he did not know when he might need these technologies again. He could only seal all the technical data and store the machinery as well.
These devices would be handed over to the Hope Gathering Place's laboratory for their use, as long as they were not used to manufacture Devil's Blood.
Carefully moving the equipment, he opened the room's gate from the outside. A foul odor wafted out; it must be the lingering scent of Devil's Blood.
Inside, the girl seemed to stir awake, lightly shaking her body. Zheng Yifan could not see the girl's face clearly but gently picked her up and placed her on a nearby table. He then continued to gather all the experimental equipment in the room.
For the first time, his storage space felt like it was about to be filled. Zheng Yifan himself did not even know what exactly he had stored; he simply collected everything he could, regardless of whether it would be useful or not. After all, leaving it there would just be a waste.
Over time, the resources in his Storage Space grew immensely. Moreover, since he had not dealt with them for a while, he ended up accumulating so many items.
He glanced helplessly in the direction of Deep City, where another city awaited his relocation efforts. It was truly frustrating. Now these resources could only be placed in the real world, but where could he find such a large space? He could only wait until he purchased his private island.
It was easier said than done; owning a private island was one of the world's top luxuries. Buying an island in the heart of Dollars, free from others' control, would take time to find. He could only hope that Jessica's financial prowess would improve further.
While Zheng Yifan was lost in thought, the girl before him groaned softly, a bit of drool trickling from her mouth. Her eyes seemed unable to open after a long period of sleep and appeared somewhat dazed.
"Uncle Guodong! Did you let me out?" The girl's voice was gentle. Zheng Yifan then took a closer look at her. Her cherubic face bore a hint of innocence; she looked like an ordinary girl, yet her formidable strength was undeniable.
A Fourth Stage Superpowered Individual—Hope Gathering Place did not even have one at present, and he had no idea how she had improved.
However, before Zheng Yifan, she showed no capacity for resistance. He was already officially on the brink of touching Sixth Tier powers and could cross over at any moment.
"There is no one else here; those people have already abandoned you. Only I saved you!" Zheng Yifan said, reaching out to pat the girl on her back.
A surge of powerful Vital Energy flowed into the girl's body, completely driving out the harmful substances within her.
This was also because the girl's own Vital Energy had been depleted. As long as it was injected, it could quickly restore her cells to vitality.
"Thank you! But could you please not save me? I no longer see any meaning in living," the girl trembled lightly, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably.
"Everyone has the right to live. How to live is a choice of one's own. However, avoiding problems will never solve them. What you need now is not to sleep but to resolve your issues. Where to go from here is up to you. Trust that the Vital Energy within you is enough to expel those weak hallucinogens," Zheng Yifan nodded, sitting cross-legged on the ground and quietly smoking a cigarette.
The smoke curled and twisted in the air, drawing strange symbols. He looked listlessly at the girl before him.
"Can I have a cigarette?" the girl asked timidly. She truly seemed like a shy girl, and with that adorable doll-like face, she hardly looked like someone who wanted to end her life.
"It's nothing special, but make do with it!" Zheng Yifan replied, still smoking the same brand he was familiar with from before the apocalypse. He hadn't switched to anything high-end; many others in the Gathering Place smoked far better brands than his.
He had gotten used to it and was unwilling to change.
The girl gently lit the cigarette and took a deep drag before exhaling immediately.
Seeing Zheng Yifan inhale deeply, she forced herself to take another puff.
"Cough cough cough!" She coughed continuously, her face turning as red as a ripe peach from holding back tears.
"Hahaha! If you can't smoke, don't try to imitate others; it's bad for your health. I'm just used to it. Superpowered Individuals aren't affected by nicotine much, but if ordinary people can smoke less, they should. Not smoking at all is best!" Zheng Yifan flicked away the cigarette butt, a slight smile forming at the corners of his mouth as he looked at the girl before him, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation.
"Uncle, where are they? I remember they were all alive before I fell asleep!" The girl looked at Zheng Yifan, carefully inquiring about the others' whereabouts. It seemed she had been concerned about them all along but didn't understand why they had sealed her away.
It was like a dangerous weapon.
"They have all arrived at the Hope Gathering Place. It's temporarily safe there, and you can receive protection from the Gathering Place warriors. You won't starve while working or searching for supplies," Zheng Yifan briefly explained the situation of others.
Then he looked closely at the girl.
"Why were you locked up by them? You don't seem like the kind of bad person!" Zheng Yifan observed the girl before him, delicate and weak, not resembling someone who would commit evil deeds.
Upon hearing Zheng Yifan's words, tears filled the girl's eyes, as if she carried countless untold burdens.
"Can you believe it? I am actually a bloody executioner. I've killed people—many people—and I've killed zombies too. The number is countless; I've set fires that turned several factories to ashes. I am a sinner... I..." The girl lowered her head, as if she had done something wrong.
"Hahaha! In this era where there is no hope for survival, who hasn't killed a zombie? Who hasn't escaped death? Look at me! I've killed at least tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, and the number of zombies I've slain is beyond measure. Yet here I am, still alive! As long as you do not go against your own conscience, that's all that matters."
He patted the girl's shoulder and said meaningfully, "Sometimes you need to ask yourself if they deserved to die! If they got what was coming to them, why should you care?"
"Thank you for your understanding, uncle!"
"My name is An Xiaolu." (To be continued...)
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