Chapter 11: Tianyi Warehouse
The first night that inflicted profound trauma on all humanity had passed.
The entire northern district of the city was engulfed in a suffocating silence stained with blood.
Once bustling streets were now deserted, with only the occasional new human prowling about, clawing and searching for traces of animals.
The sun had climbed high into the sky.
Chen Xiao and Tang Shirou still hadn’t risen.
Zhang Ming was anxious.
After much hesitation, he ultimately lacked the courage to knock on the door.
“Creak.”
The door opened, and Tang Shirou stepped out, her cheeks flushed, exuding a delicate charm.
“Shirou, you’re awake.”
Zhang Ming was excited, eager to ask about last night’s events, whether she had been forced into anything.
Though he had heard some noises during the night…
Without Tang Shirou’s own confirmation, he refused to believe it!
Tang Shirou, barefoot, nodded silently.
She walked over to the shelf, grabbed several packs of instant noodles, then returned to the room.
“Bang.”
The door closed, leaving Zhang Ming tearful and speechless.
Not even a chance to talk?
It was nearly four o’clock before Chen Xiao lazily emerged from his room.
He hadn’t planned to immediately approach Tang Shirou, since their mutual affection hadn’t yet grown, and dual cultivation would be pointless.
But who could have guessed the young lady would be so proactive!
What surprised Chen Xiao even more was that although no talent had been gained, there were two solid prompts indicating an increase in physical strength!
What did this mean?
Tang Shirou had feelings for him!
As for where this affection came from…
Chen Xiao suspected Shirou’s admiration was for strength itself—otherwise, such feelings could not have blossomed so quickly.
As for talents, that was a much longer journey.
Raising affection was crucial!
The frequency of dual cultivation was also important!
It required persistent effort.
Just as Chen Xiao stepped out of the small room, he caught sight of Zhang Ming staring at him with bloodshot eyes, startled for a moment.
Teasingly, Chen Xiao said,
“Get some sleep. Don’t die suddenly in the supermarket—I still have to handle your corpse.”
Zhang Ming smiled awkwardly, then glanced behind Chen Xiao.
Tang Shirou appeared, stretching lazily.
Still wearing that red bodycon dress, now cleared of bloodstains and dust, revealing smooth, snow-white thighs.
After washing with a water balloon, Tang Shirou radiated her enchanting charm once more.
But perhaps it was just his imagination—Zhang Ming felt the dress seemed even shorter.
He swallowed hard; Tang Shirou’s languid posture stirred all kinds of wild thoughts.
“Ahem.”
Chen Xiao cleared his throat, bringing Zhang Ming back to reality.
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“Did anyone come while I was asleep?” Chen Xiao asked seriously.
Zhang Ming nodded and pulled out a folded note from his pocket.
“A group came, slipped this note through a crack. They must be from the area outside the community—the Tianyi Warehouse organization.”
Tianyi Warehouse was a large chain supermarket, stocked with countless supplies.
Four whole floors of goods!
In the apocalypse, this was the most alluring prize.
The apocalypse had only just lasted one night plus half a day.
To survive inside and form an organization there was no small feat.
Chen Xiao unfolded the note:
“Within three days, transfer all supplies to Tianyi Warehouse. You can survive.”
“Oh?”
Chen Xiao sneered coldly. What was this? A threat?
Zhang Ming had clearly read the note and was now secretly gauging Chen Xiao’s expression.
He was waiting for Chen Xiao’s decision.
If Chen Xiao moved the supplies, Zhang Ming would join, enjoying comfort and joining a major power.
If Chen Xiao chose to resist, Zhang Ming would leave immediately.
Obviously, the warehouse group was no ordinary force—they had only three people, far too weak to fight.
Even in Zhang Ming’s mind, Chen Xiao was ridiculously strong, but who knew how many monsters the other side had?
Though he had once declared he’d face any danger, when confronted with a literal mountain of blades, who could say they weren’t afraid?
Zhang Ming asked weakly, “Xiao Ge, a true hero doesn’t suffer losses right in front of him.”
Chen Xiao handed the note to Tang Shirou, slowly sat back in the boss chair, reclining, and asked calmly:
“I won’t deliver the supplies. You two are free to choose. Everyone has their fate—I won’t stop you.”
Zhang Ming had been hesitating about what excuse to make to leave.
But since Chen Xiao was so reasonable, he decided not to overthink it, quietly pleased.
Without Chen Xiao’s restraint, he and Shirou could be together openly!
They could become a legendary couple in this apocalypse, envied by all.
It would be best to find a major power to shelter them, since Shirou was so young and beautiful—sure to attract unwanted attention.
Thinking this, Zhang Ming glanced at Chen Xiao without drawing attention.
Zhang Ming clasped his hands: “Xiao Ge, thank you for your care. Shirou and I have unfinished business and cannot stay here. If you need anything in the future, please let me know!”
Before Chen Xiao could reply, Tang Shirou quickly clarified:
“Zhang Ming, I’m staying with Xiao Ge—I won’t leave.”
“What? How could that be…”
Zhang Ming’s chest tightened, disbelief flooding his eyes.
Just one night, and you’ve changed your heart?
Just one night!
I’ve chased you for two long years!
I nearly risked my life for you!
Tang Shirou, of course, would never roam the wilds with Zhang Ming—her feelings for him were nothing more than classmate camaraderie.
She bore a top-tier talent; if a major faction discovered her, the consequences would be unpredictable.
Shirou shook her head, leaning on the table in front of Chen Xiao, casually tossing her hair aside.
Her rounded hips and pristine thighs were nearly in Chen Xiao’s line of sight.
A faint, intoxicating fragrance filled the air again.
An indescribable flame surged up inside him.
This damned talent didn’t help at all!
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Chen Xiao couldn’t help but sigh: this “Fish Spirit Queen” was truly a demon!
No wonder she thrived so well in her past life, admired by thousands.
In the apocalypse, if she didn’t survive, who would?
She understood everything!
Tang Shirou sighed: “Zhang Ming, don’t be so childish. Where can you go now?”
The bloodshot veins in Zhang Ming’s eyes deepened.
His voice hoarse: “Why…”
He sensed Shirou’s distance, even her reluctance to call him ‘Brother Ming.’
Zhang Ming looked at Chen Xiao with a hint of grievance, then painfully at Tang Shirou.
He left swiftly, departing the supermarket.
Chen Xiao rummaged through the supermarket, found a pack of cigarettes, lit one up, then slowly stood and headed toward the door.
Tang Shirou suddenly called out:
“Xiao Ge.”
“Hm?”
“Can you leave the body intact?”
“Sure, but I have one condition.”
“What?”
“Tonight... cough, do more.”
“Can we change the condition? Yesterday we already…”
“No.”
“Alright, I agree!”
Chen Xiao’s lips curled into a smile as he flicked the ash.
He opened the door and stepped out, ready to kill.
Kill and leave the body intact.
He had indeed said everyone had their own fate and he wouldn’t interfere.
But the fate of leaving—
Was death.
If Zhang Ming was a child of destiny who gained some lucky encounter and came back to kill him first, wouldn’t it all be for nothing?
Chen Xiao wouldn’t leave a ticking time bomb.
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The first day of the apocalypse quietly passed.
Chen Xiao obediently stayed with Tang Shirou in the small supermarket.
The evolutionary opportunities were so rare in the apocalypse; the greatest opportunity under the Red Moon was already in his grasp.
He wasn’t in a hurry to move next.
If memory served, the next Red Moon would arrive soon.
Only a week away!
And that one would be even stranger!
If no one disturbed him, Chen Xiao planned to wait until the next Red Moon before making a move.
This would minimize danger.
In the apocalypse, only survival mattered.