Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

Amid the sound of heavy rain, the military gathered the survivors together, calmed the people's anxiety and explained some survival knowledge and temporary rules made by the team.

The gathering around the fire somewhat dispelled the fear that had come with the end of the world.

The sound that sounded like reading made Hua Xia, who had already woken up early, almost fall asleep in her chair.

But someone in the crowd stared at her for a long time.

[Host, someone is watching you. ]

Hua Xia hummed casually. Even without opening her eyes, the malicious look in the gaze made Hua Xia guess who it was.

A boy who has been following Xie Qingyang since the male protagonist's people caught up with the team.

Yesterday, when the village chief met her for the first time in front of the car, he asked her maliciously why she was not dead, and his tone was full of disbelief.

The plot mentions that the original owner was scratched when he was being escaped by Xie Qingyang because of this man, a boy named Wang Su.

When the others went to clean up the supplies and only two people were left guarding the car, the zombies banged on the car door and the boy opened the door lock.

The car door was accidentally opened, and when the original owner tried to close it out of fright, his arm was scratched.

A long gash with skin and flesh rolled up.

When Xie Qingyang came back, the original owner was already unconscious. Wang Su blamed the original owner, who had no way to refute and was hanged in the warehouse.

As for the deliberate reason, one can easily guess that this group of noble young men and ladies naturally have upper and lower class divisions among themselves. It is no different from Xie Qingyang wanting to take advantage of the original owner's uncle's family. There is no suspense at all.

The sinister gaze stared for a while and then moved away.

The nagging in his ears stopped, and the adjutant arranged some simple storage work.

When everyone was dispersing, Wang Su suddenly spoke up, pointing his finger at Hua Xia, who was leaning on the chair motionless: "Why doesn't she have to do anything?"

"Everyone is busy, shouldn't she also have an obligation to serve everyone?"

Hua Xia: “.......” Speechless.

The adjutant did not move or pay attention, and he did not answer either. The air was awkward for a long moment.

Wang Su didn't finish his words: "Luo Qianqian, you were clearly infected with the zombie virus, how did you survive without awakening any superpowers?"

Everyone looked over immediately.

The person who was bitten by a zombie yesterday was also a person with superpowers. Given that there are no clinical examples at present, everyone's doubts are indeed reasonable.

There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes when he looked at Hua Xia.

A living person is standing in front of them, but no one can guarantee whether Hua Xia, who was captured by zombies, has potential viruses, or whether this zombie virus has an incubation period or other transmission routes.

No one can explain it clearly, but no one dares to relax.

There was a whisper of discussion in her ears. Hua Xia sat up and supported her heavy head. Her voice was light, but everyone could hear it clearly: "Who said I don't have superpowers?"

Wang Su immediately took a step forward and asked in a loud voice, "Do you have special abilities? Show us what they are."

Xie Qingyang walked in from outside and saw this farce, and Song Yan also walked out from the room inside.

Under the gaze of everyone, Hua Xia didn't blush or feel nervous, and said, "Prophecy."

"what?"

"My power is prophecy."

Wang Su scratched his ears. Prophecy? How to verify something so vague?

Everyone is suspicious.

Wang Su stretched his neck and asked, "Can you give me a prediction?"

Hua Xia sat cross-legged in a mysterious manner, closed his eyes, and muttered something, which stunned everyone. The eyes of the younger brothers who came over suddenly brightened ten degrees.

Their boss is indeed no ordinary person!

250 also listened carefully for a long time, but could not hear clearly what the host said. The sound was recorded into the database for analysis, and finally a conclusion was drawn!

Host, she is talking nonsense again.

He used to tell lies with his eyes open, but now he does it with his eyes closed.

Everyone held their breath for a long time. Then the girl on the chair suddenly opened her eyes, raised her head and touched the non-existent beard on her chin, then opened her mouth and said, "I'll watch you!"

The place where her white fingertips pointed was exactly where Wang Su was standing.

"I see your forehead is black, I'm afraid you're going to have a bloody disaster!"

"......"

.......

At this moment, everyone had only one thought in their mind: Isn't this a prophecy? Why does this look like fortune-telling?

Wang Su was frightened for 0.1 seconds, then he reacted: "Psycho!"

Hua Xia: “….”

Psycho? He dared to scold her?!

Song Yan interrupted the farce in time, straightened his handsome face and said coldly: "Those who stir up internal strife in the team do not need to stay here, please leave on your own."

The cold eyes and sharp gaze were looking at Wang Su.

Wang Su opened his mouth, then saw Xie Qingyang at the door shaking his head at him, and then he closed his mouth.

Hua Xia was so proud that she immediately jumped off the chair and came to Song Yan: "Brother~"

"Would you like me to tell you a fortune?"

“No money~”

Everyone: “........” So, it is fortune telling?

People don't agree that supernatural powers are prophecies.

until.......

That night, everyone got up early and went to rest, hoping to set off immediately after the rain stopped in the morning. The safe base in City B was too attractive to the survivors.

However, a sharp scream pierced the night sky.

It is difficult for anyone to sleep well in the apocalypse, so after the screams, everyone was woken up.

They leaned out of their rooms and looked outside the door in the direction where the sound came from. Everyone's heart tightened, fearing that zombies had sneaked into the residence and bit someone.

The direction he was looking in was the courtyard where Hua Xia lived.

After the scream, candles were lit in the room. There was a loud sound of rain outside. Someone walked in through the rain. The wind brought in blew the candlelight, causing it to flicker and shadows to flicker in the room.

The person who came in was Song Yan.

Song Yan frowned, followed by his adjutant and several soldiers.

He walked up to the figure crawling on the ground in his long boots, raised his foot and kicked the person over, revealing the face of the person curled up on the ground.

His wrinkled face was covered in blue and black, he was sobbing with his mouth open, his voice was unclear with blood in his mouth, and both his eyes were swollen.

The adjutant squatted down and took a long time to identify the man. It was none other than Wang Su, who had a conflict with Miss Luo during the day.

The adjutant was shocked by this horrible appearance. He moved his eyes upwards and fell on the girl who was sitting quietly in the middle of the room.

Gee tut.

The girl's eyes were calm, without any emotion.

Some bad memories came to the minds of the adjutant and the team members. The girl's soft little hands crushed a zombie's head with her bare hands. The look she gave the zombies back then was exactly the same as it is now!

In comparison, the injuries suffered by the people on the ground seemed insignificant.

At least the brain is still in the head.

"What happened?" Song Yan looked at the person on the ground, raised his foot and moved the person toward the door, away from Hua Xia's feet.