Chapter 81: Little Green's Crisis

Chen Yang and his companions finally enjoyed a hot meal. Although it was only instant noodles, for them at that moment, it felt exceptionally satisfying.

But what about Qin Yu and her group? They quickly found a new place to stay and were now discussing something in their room.

“Xiao Yu, what do you think is in Kaiyuan Town? We’ve heard several times from people at the base that this town is strange. And didn’t you come here once before for a mission? Don’t you find it odd? There isn’t a single zombie here—well, except for the one we saw last night,” Zhao Meng said, leaning against Xia Cheng’s shoulder as she spoke to Qin Yu.

“Yes, I do find it odd, but we searched the town and didn’t discover anything unusual,” Qin Yu replied with a slight sigh.

“True, well, let’s just keep an eye on that group’s actions,” Zhao Meng said lazily.

“By the way, Xiao Yu, what was that note you mentioned last night?” Zhao Meng suddenly lifted her head from Xia Cheng’s shoulder and asked.

Qin Yu glanced at Xia Cheng and noticed his eyes were completely focused on Zhao Meng. She smiled, took out two slips of paper from her storage space, and handed them over. “Here they are—see if you can find any clues.”

Zhao Meng took the notes and studied them carefully. “These weren’t written by the same person. And one of them is genuine—it’s from my former organization. The other is clearly a forgery.”

Qin Yu raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Which one is genuine?” Though she already had the answer in her heart.

Zhao Meng handed over one slip to Qin Yu. “This one.” Qin Yu took it and saw it was the one given to her by Qian Ying, confirming that Feng Meier’s death was the work of the organization, while Qian Ying’s death had been deliberately faked.

Qin Yu pondered for a moment, then asked, “Xiao Meng, how can you be sure this note is from the organization?”

Zhao Meng smiled with a touch of sadness and spoke slowly, “Because I was once part of it. Everyone in the organization is made to soak in a certain medicine from childhood, which allows us to identify anything belonging to the organization. All their items are specially treated—no outsider, no matter how sharp, could ever sense it. The moment I touched this paper, I knew it came from them. As for who wrote it, I honestly don’t know.”

Qin Yu looked at Zhao Meng’s forced smile and said, “Xiao Meng, don’t force yourself to smile. It’s all in the past. You still have us!”

“Yes, I still have all of you.” Zhao Meng’s smile became more genuine, her sadness lessened. Tao, watching this harmonious scene from the side, clenched her hands. She wondered when she would be able to interact with them like this.

“Xiao Meng, is your organization truly that powerful? Killing people in the apocalypse so secretly yet so brazenly?” Xia Cheng, who had been watching Zhao Meng, suddenly spoke up.

“I actually don’t know much about the organization, since I never made it to the core. Within the organization, I was at the very bottom, never had a chance to come in contact with their secrets. So I really can’t help much in this regard,” Zhao Meng said, a bit dejected.

“It’s okay, Xiao Meng, you’re already amazing! At least we know Qian Ying wasn’t killed by the organization, so we can search for the real culprit,” Qin Yu said lightly.

“Yes, that’s right, you’re the best!” Xia Cheng nuzzled Zhao Meng playfully.

“Mhm, Sister Xiao Meng is the best.” Tao’s cool voice rang out in the room. This caused Qin Yu to glance over at Tao.

Tao lifted her head and stared intently at Zhao Meng, her expression unusually solemn. With her youthful face, the seriousness gave her an oddly adorable air.

Zhao Meng noticed Tao’s words and flashed a broad smile. “Actually, Xiao Tao is pretty amazing, too!”

Tao’s lips curled up ever so slightly at the praise, making it clear she enjoyed being complimented.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was exceptionally cheerful. Then, suddenly, Qin Yu’s face stiffened, and a shadow flashed quickly through her eyes. She smiled and said, “Watch that group closely. If they do anything strange, we’ll follow them, alright?”

The three nodded in agreement, and Qin Yu added, “Alright, that’s settled. I’ll go rest for a bit. If anything comes up, just call me.” With that, she rose and headed into the inner room.

In the living room, the three exchanged glances, reading the confusion and worry in each other’s eyes. Everything had been fine just moments ago—why did she suddenly want to rest? Was she truly tired, or was something else going on?

So why did Qin Yu leave so abruptly?

It turned out that Qin Yu had suddenly heard Xiao Honghong’s voice, urgently calling her into the space. Xiao Honghong looked extremely anxious, urging her to hurry.

As soon as Qin Yu entered the inner room and closed the door, she immediately entered her space. What she saw startled her—who could explain the scene before her?

The man’s corpse she had thrown into the space last night was now floating in midair. Facing him was Xiao Lülu. At this moment, Xiao Lülu was nearly a meter long, glowing with vibrant green light. Black light poured from the man’s body toward Xiao Lülu, only to be swallowed up by the green glow.

Qin Yu wore a stern expression, picked up Xiao Honghong, and asked seriously, “What’s happening here?”

Xiao Honghong spoke anxiously, “When you threw the man in yesterday, he was fine. But just now, Xiao Lülu finally woke from hibernation. The moment it woke, it said it sensed a threat. Before we could react, the man suddenly flew upwards, and Xiao Lülu was drawn toward him. That’s when I called you in.”

Qin Yu watched as the green light continued to devour the black. She thought for a moment and said, “Could it be that because Xiao Lülu is a wood spirit, it has healing powers? Maybe the man wasn’t truly dead, but poisoned—”

Xiao Honghong interrupted, “He couldn’t have survived! I checked carefully last night!” In fact, more than checked—she’d tormented him a bit, since this man was connected to the girl who once bullied her. She had to take her revenge!

Of course, Qin Yu was unaware of Xiao Honghong’s little schemes. She only thought the way the flower spoke sounded a bit guilty, but the situation before her left no time to dwell on it.

Because as they spoke, the green light was gradually unable to consume the black. The once-dominant green began to dim, and the black light started engulfing the green glow, even beginning to swallow Xiao Heihei.