The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

The boy almost tripped over the gravel under the snow and in the darkness he could only see that the "person who failed to mutate successfully" was at least 1.7 meters tall.

He said in a slightly distorted voice: "Your grandson is this big now! Then why did you ask me to call you sister just now?"

"I didn't ask you to call me sister, you did it yourself."

The boy thought about it and it seemed to be true.

What can I do?

Judging from her back and voice, she is obviously very young, how come she looks so old?

I don’t know if the old ones want it?

The boy slowly loosened his hands, which were tightly holding Ai Wanxin's cloak. He was a little hesitant.

How about finding another one while there is still time?

But now in this huge new city, there are fewer people than ghosts. Where can he find someone in such a short time?

Ai Wanxin keenly noticed that the boy's pace had slowed down, so she grabbed his wrist and said, "Can't walk anymore? I'll let my grandson carry you."

The boy shook his head quickly: "No, no, I can walk."

He looked up at Ai Wanxin and asked tentatively, "Grandma, how old are you? You look in good health."

"Call me grandma." Ai Wanxin interrupted him.

The boy choked: "Grandma...Grandma..."

"Hey~" Ai Wanxin squinted her eyes and said, "Grandma is in good health, don't worry."

As they were talking, the two of them walked along the wall of a low building and turned into a small courtyard with a separate entrance.

The boy took Ai Wanxin into the utility room on the side.

The utility room was full of debris soaked by the flood, and a large vat was piled in the corner.

The boy dragged the heavy vat out with some effort. Ai Wanxin held the edge of the vat with one hand and lifted it aside lightly, revealing a dark round hole underneath.

The boy was stunned for a moment: "Grandma, you are so strong..."

"Grandma has practiced it before." Ai Wanxin said without blushing or breathing heavily.

The boy was even more hesitant. Has she practiced it?

To what extent have you practiced?

What should I do if I trick her into coming in and can't control her?

Ai Wanxin didn't give him a chance to regret. She pulled the thick rope in her hand, grabbed the rope on the cheap "grandson" who was inexplicably conscripted, and threw him into the hole first.

"Bang--" The dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was soon heard, and it seemed that the hole was not very deep.

With her other hand, she grabbed the back collar of the boy's thin cotton coat and lifted him up.

"Let's go."

Without waiting for the boy to scream, she pulled him and jumped down.

The shaft was not high, and when she landed, she almost crushed her cheap "grandson's" head with her foot.

Ai Wanxin picked it up from the ground without any shame.

"Grandma, the jar hasn't been moved back yet..." the boy said, looking up at the round hole above his head.

"Then you take care of grandma's grandson." Ai Wanxin stuffed the zombie's traction rope into the little boy's hand, climbed up the rope ladder hanging on the wall of the shaft and climbed to the cave entrance again.

She stuck half of her head out and met the eyes of the four people standing like ghosts in the room.

She smiled brightly, pointed to the large vat beside her, and said softly, "Help me cover it."

He Yang placed one hand on the vat, knelt on one knee and half-bent over, looking at her with amusement, and said in a low voice: "Grandma?"

Ai Wanxin narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Good boy~"

After saying that, he turned around and jumped down again.

He Yang, feeling both amused and helpless, helped her push the vat back to its original place.

The faint light from the cave entrance disappeared. In the darkness, the boy could only vaguely see the zombie's huge eyes covered with white film, which made the hairs on his body stand up.

"Snap——" Ai Wanxin took out a flashlight from under her cloak and turned it on, illuminating the narrow and long corridor.

The boy looked away, not wanting to look at the zombie's gray and corrupt face, and asked, "Grandma, who were you talking to just now?"

"No, did you hear anyone talking?"

The boy swallowed hard. He subconsciously pulled the traction rope in his hand, but found that the zombie did not move at all. He quickly stuffed the rope end back into Ai Wanxin's hand: "No, I didn't hear anything."

He pointed to the corridor illuminated by the flashlight and said, "Grandma, it's very complicated down there. Just follow me and don't go the wrong way."

They were in a corridor that was two meters high and one meter wide. The walls were made of bluestone. Due to the low temperature, a thin layer of ice formed on the surface.

There was about half an inch of mud on the ground, mixed with ice chips, which quickly soaked their shoes. Stepping on it was no different from being tortured.

Ai Wanxin looked at the boy's thin back and asked, "What is down there?"

"This place is very old. My mother said it came from an ancient canal."

"Then how did you find this tunnel? Didn't the city lord's people know about it?"

"The exit of this tunnel is in the quarantine area, and the city lord's people usually don't go to our place."

"What is the quarantine area?" Ai Wanxin asked.

The boy was silent for a moment, then he said, "It's where people like your grandson live."

"So you guys are also living in quarantine, do you have relatives like my 'grandson'?"

"It's my sister." The boy's voice sounded tired and frustrated in the darkness.

“Are there many families like ours in the quarantine area?”

The boy said, “Yes, there are some.”

Ai Wanxin followed him through the corridor, pressing a red crystal core into the wall at regular intervals. The boy was walking in front and didn't notice it.

After walking for about half an hour, we finally reached the end of the corridor.

Like the entrance, this is also a vertical shaft with a rope ladder hanging close to the wall.

The boy climbed up the rope ladder using his hands and feet to reach the top. He pushed open the bluestone slab covering the tunnel, revealing only a pair of round eyes. After making sure that there was no one around, he pushed open the slab and climbed out.

The residual light of the searchlight shone down from the cave entrance, and the snow that had not yet completely melted fell into the cave.

The boy lay at the entrance of the cave and waved at Ai Wanxin.

Ai Wanxin held the thick rope tied to her cheap "grandson" with one hand, and climbed up the rope ladder with the other hand, and climbed out of the tunnel in three or two steps.

After coming out of the tunnel, Ai Wanxin smelled a pungent stench of decay, the same smell as the zombie she was holding in her hand.

They were in the shadow behind a dilapidated wooden house. Apart from the residual light from the high-wattage searchlights on the city wall, there was almost no light in the area where they were.

The boy carefully covered the bluestone slab, pulled Ai Wanxin's cloak, and motioned for her to follow.

The boy walked quietly along the wall among the dilapidated houses. From time to time, he could hear the dull roars of zombies in the distance.

No matter how light his footsteps were, they would inevitably make noises when stepping on the snow. However, this area seemed to have no living people, and no one came out to check the situation.

After walking for a few more minutes, there was a sudden noisy sound ahead, which sounded quite abrupt in the silent isolation zone.

"Brother Pan, what are you doing?" a weak female voice came.

"Xiao Pu's mother, I'm sorry. It was originally the Xue family's turn today, but their whole family is missing. If we delay any further, it will cause the city lord to suffer. None of us can afford it. It was originally your turn tomorrow, but we have to make do with this emergency. You should take over first."