The queen of the end times is reborn and goes crazy, her whole family is burned to death

Chapter 134 The Zombie King's Counterattack

After completing all this, Yan Wanwan did not stop there.

She immediately meticulously planted mutant poison ivy around several strongholds in the northeast, and cleverly set traps specifically for hunting mutant zombies. These traps and the poison ivy worked together to form a secret and deadly line of defense.

Now, if the Zombie King dares to use the same trick again and send zombies to attack again, Yan Wanwan will make them fall into this carefully arranged death net and there will be no return.

Her thoughts have always stayed on the end of the world, and she still couldn't figure out how the Zombie King passed through the barriers of time and space and came to ancient times?

Just as she was lost in these endless thoughts, she suddenly heard Fatty's urgent cry for help, with a tearful tone: [Oh no! The base is being attacked crazily by zombies again!]

Yan Wanwan instantly understood that this was the Zombie King's revenge.

Previously, she used her own special abilities to capture the reserve army that the Zombie King regarded as a treasure.

Those zombies were all potential stocks, and given time, they would most likely evolve into terrifying high-level zombies. Now that she had messed things up like this, how could the Zombie King not be furious and angry?

In the eyes of the Zombie King, she was inextricably linked to the base. Since he couldn't do anything about her for the time being, launching a frenzied revenge on the base naturally became the Zombie King's first choice for venting his anger.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and said calmly into the intercom, "Don't panic. The defense system I left for the base is strong enough. The zombies can't break it."

【But……】

The fat man's voice was trembling, and there seemed to be an unspeakable secret hidden in his words.

"Say, what's wrong?"

The neighboring base is taking advantage of the zombie horde and has already opened an entrance. I'm afraid we can't hold on.

There was a hint of crying in the fat man's voice, which was a real fear and anger.

Those guys are completely mad, completely disregarding morality and shame, actually engaging in such a bloody business. The base here is already in danger, on the verge of collapse. What good does it have for them? Do they really just want to live next door to zombies?

Sure enough, in this doomsday, the most terrifying thing has never been the snarling zombies, but the unfathomable and extremely sinister human heart.

Yan Wanwan's thoughts involuntarily drifted to the base closest to them, where her comrades had fought side by side, and she had even tried her best to save their lives.

But things are unpredictable. Just a few days after I passed away in this apocalyptic world, that person couldn't wait to take advantage of the situation and did such despicable things.

Such behavior is so "good" that it is disheartening.

"Lure the zombies to their base." Yan Wanwan gave the order without hesitation, with a hint of determination in her eyes.

Since the other party has chosen to break with them completely, don't blame them for a ruthless counterattack.

Then she whispered a location to the fat man.

Looking back, Yan Wanwan had contributed greatly to the establishment of the base. Adhering to the principle of "not having the intention to harm others, but always being on guard against them," she had secretly reserved a secret door.

That place seemed hidden, but in fact it was very fragile and could not withstand a single blow. Once this secret door was breached, the entire base would be wide open, allowing anyone to enter and exit unimpeded.

When the fat man heard this, his originally dim eyes instantly lit up, and he wiped his snot and tears and said viciously: "Fuck him!"

An hour passed in a flash, and she looked from afar and saw zombies swarming towards the next door base like a surging tide.

The psychics who were about to break through the defenses of the neighboring base also retreated and devoted all their efforts to defending. However, the number of zombies was too great, like an endless black ocean, and there were no fortifications outside their base that Yan Wanwan had left behind.

After just five minutes, the base's defenses collapsed. Instantly, shrill screams and desperate cries mingled, echoing from within the base.

Yan Wanwan listened to the screams quietly, without any emotion on her face.

Under the cruel trials of the end of the world, her compassion had long been worn away bit by bit.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, life and death are as fickle as a candle in the wind. She has long since become indifferent to life and death. Moreover, these people are a bunch of ungrateful people. What does their life and death have to do with her?

Things developed much more smoothly than she expected. After successfully capturing the base, the zombies quickly evacuated. It seemed that the order given by the zombie king was only to attack the city.

Fatty's crew took advantage of the zombie chaos to infiltrate the base and loot the warehouse, actually stealing quite a bit of valuables. They even managed to snatch nearly a hundred boxes of in-demand supplies like explosives. It was unclear why the original guards hadn't used these supplies, but now they were all theirs.

"Boss, this time the harvest is particularly rich. You can use these things." The fat man quickly divided the spoils into two parts and handed half to Yan Wanwan.

Yan Wanwan didn't hesitate to accept the gift, and then took out some medicine produced by the Northeast Pharmaceutical Factory from her own reserves and distributed them to Fatty and the others. These medicines were for common diseases and were rare in the end times.

The fat man was immediately moved and said, "Boss, you are really considerate! These things are so timely for us."

Although people with special abilities are said to be physically strong, this doesn't mean they won't get sick. On the contrary, due to their special abilities, once they do get sick, it's often very severe and impossible to recover without medicine.

In the apocalypse, medicine was the most scarce commodity, often unavailable even when exchanged for precious food. Under such circumstances, the fact that Fatty had been able to trade those medicines for bombs was undoubtedly a huge bargain.

When Yan Wanwan stepped out of the County Lady's Mansion, the sun had already set, and the afterglow of the sunset was sprinkled on the earth.

On the streets, people's faces were filled with joy and comfortable smiles. This warm scene relieved her originally depressed mood a little.

However, she hadn't walked far when she stopped involuntarily.

Seeing this, Xiao Tao hurried forward and asked with concern: "Miss, what's wrong?"

Yan Wanwan pointed at two ragged men not far away and asked, "When did those two people come?"

"I've been here since before dawn, and have been begging nearby." Xiao Tao answered truthfully.

Yan Wanwan frowned slightly and said softly, "No, I mean I don't think I've seen them in Nanping Prefecture before."

Xiao Tao couldn't help laughing and said, "Miss, there are so many beggars in this world, how could you possibly have seen every one of them?"

Yan Wanwan pursed her lips slightly and didn't respond. She knew in her heart that these two were the only two brothers left in the Lu family, one of whom was now insane and the other disabled.

"Miss, do you want to help them?" Xiao Tao saw that she was staring at the two people and thought she was moved by compassion.

Yan Wanwan refused without hesitation: "No, I'm just asking casually."

She thought to herself, I had finally severed the causal connection with the past, how could I easily let it connect again.

"This is...good."