Chapter 041 Uninvited Guests


    As he pondered, he unzipped and started relieving himself. Looking up at the bathroom’s all-in-one fixture, he suddenly jolted as if struck by electricity, his whole body shuddering—causing the stream to veer off outside the toilet.


    The indicator light, which was always on as long as there was power, had gone out?


    **… power’s out? You guys didn’t notice?"*


    He barely had time to shake off the excess before hastily pulling up his pants and rushing out of the bathroom, addressing the two women doing push-ups.


    Zheng Xinyu exhaled sharply, unable to hold it in. The news was so shocking that she lost her balance and face-planted onto the floor with a .


    Zhong Xiaoshan, on the other hand, shot up and ran to the light switch, flicking it on and off frantically. Nothing. She sighed in frustration.


    Zhang Su slumped onto the floor, exhaling deeply.


    Forget about computers and phones—without the internet, those were already half-useless—but now, even their food supply was a problem. Most of their stored food needed hot water to cook. If the gas was out, they could still use the electric stove, but now that electricity was gone too… a deep sense of unease crept in, as if a layer of security had been stripped away.


    The excitement of unlocking a new ability had barely set in before it was completely overshadowed by the blackout.


    Zheng Xinyu frowned, looking toward her room, feeling a pang of regret.


    Zhong Xiaoshan quietly returned to the couch and muttered,


    Both Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu turned to her simultaneously.


    Under their sudden scrutiny, Zhong Xiaoshan hesitated, feeling slightly embarrassed. But being taken seriously for once, she quickly explained,


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    Zhong Xiaoshan raised a hand.


    Zhang Su got up and thought for a moment.


    When it came to combat, Zhang Su had the upper hand, but survival skills weren’t exactly his forte.


    Zhong Xiaoshan considered it and nodded.


    Zhang Su checked the time and rubbed his stomach.


    They had plenty of snacks, but food that didn’t require cooking was limited—they had to ration carefully.


    No time to waste. The three of them sprang into action.


    To gather wood, Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu raided Li-ge’s place in 902, breaking down a TV cabinet and stripping off the painted exterior. The particleboard inside would burn just fine.


    Meanwhile, Zhong Xiaoshan repurposed Zhang Su’s kitchenware to build a makeshift cooking rack. It looked rough and makeshift, but it held a pot securely.


    Zhang Su, being a smoker, always had lighters on hand. He even had two bottles of lighter fluid. Getting a fire going was the easiest part.


    After about an hour of work, a steaming pot of river snail noodles was finally served.


    Zhong Xiaoshan beamed. This was the first time she had made a meaningful contribution to the group—preparing a meal for everyone.


    Zhang Su looked at her soot-covered face and chuckled bitterly.


    Zheng Xinyu’s expression turned serious.


    Zhang Su nodded, motioning for them to eat.


    Zhong Xiaoshan nodded in agreement.


    Zheng Xinyu asked the most pressing question.


    Zhang Su mulled over the situation as he spoke.


    Zheng Xinyu glanced toward the street, her face filled with concern.


    Mid-sentence, Zhang Su suddenly froze. His ears picked up faint rustling noises.


    **ing rank… don’t tell me this zombie is rotting already."*


    A rough male voice grumbled.


    Another voice, with a cocky tone, chimed in.


    **, they actually barricaded the hallway? That’s some bullsh**."*


    The rough-voiced man, Xiang-ge, didn’t dwell on the smell. Instead, he turned serious.


    The cocky man, Chongzi, quickly reassured him,


    Xiang-ge snapped, clearly not risking his life just for a girl.


    Chongzi licked his lips greedily.


    Xiang-ge sneered.


    Chongzi let out a lewd laugh.


    * out. Listen up—if there’s food, you get first dibs. If not, you can go entertain yourself with your damn hand."*


    Xiang-ge growled, barely restraining his irritation.


    Just as he was about to move the barricade, Xiang-ge noticed something—several metal spoons tied to the legs of a vanity table.