They arrived at a farmer's market. Everything outside had already been cleared out, and the windows and doors were shattered. To the naked eye, there seemed to be nothing worth searching for.
Xiao Chongyan still walked in.
He had fragmented memories from the early period of his previous life. After they left this place, he heard that someone had found a lot of supplies in a certain farmer's market and taken it all.
He thought he'd try his luck.
After all, even if he found something, he couldn't take it with him, at most he could find a small cart to push some back.
He hadn't expected their luck to be quite good.
Although he wasn't sure if this was the farmer's market from later, there were indeed many supplies left inside. They were all things that required processing before consumption, and even included bagged soybeans and corn, smoked dried meat, ham, and dirt-covered potatoes…
Seeing so much food, he felt both excited and regretful.
"It's a pity we can't take it all."
He sighed as he packed potatoes.
Zhu Fen didn't respond. She picked out items that were easy to cook into finished food and put them into her spatial storage. Xiao Chongyan was busy packing things and didn't notice.
When he finished packing two bags of potatoes and stood up, the items on the surrounding shelves had significantly decreased.
Had it been like this just now?
He was a little confused. Looking at Zhu Fen, who was doing nothing, he asked, "What are you doing? Hurry up and see what's good to take with us, otherwise we don't know if it will still be here when we come back next time."
From the first day the apocalypse descended, people had been leaving. Many of their neighbors had moved away. Xiao Chongyan wasn't close to the Xiao family relatives, and Xiao Fen had never mentioned them. Whether in his past life or now, he never thought of relying on anyone.
In his previous life, he also had no close friends. The only one who helped him uncover the mystery of his origins turned around and sent him to an experimental table, making him a dissection specimen for research.
He could only rely on himself.
As for this woman, if she was sensible, he would let her go.
He thought about him pushing her earlier; even if their grievances were settled.
Zhu Fen then also pretended to pack some things.
In a large cardboard box in the corner were shrimp crackers and shrimp sticks. Xiao Chongyan was overjoyed when he opened it.
"Forget the potatoes, let's pack these! These are filling, and light. We'll take it all back!"
As he was about to start, a shadow was cast at the entrance.
Xiao Chongyan looked up. The person standing at the entrance was silhouetted against the light, but he recognized her at a glance.
Xue Jingjing.
The woman who had sent him to the operating table in his previous life.
[Mission Target's Blackening Value +2, current Blackening Value: 89.]
Zhu Fen also noticed the newcomer and looked up at the woman at the entrance with a calm expression.
She had luck, a special identity, but also something strange.
The system quickly reminded her: [Host, if the target's Blackening Value exceeds 90, you will feel his past suffering experiences without contact. Quickly think of a solution.]
"Who is she?"
[She is the one who harmed Xiao Chongyan in his previous life, and can be considered the heroine of this world. From an identity perspective, she is the creator of this story. Therefore, even though she is an outsider, the Heavenly Dao cannot do anything to her.]
Creating worlds with her pen.
This world was all created by her. Even if the world consciousness didn't favor her, it would subconsciously maintain and protect her.
Xue Jingjing, the creator of the story, looked at the two people in the warehouse with ill will and defensiveness: "Who are you? Why are you here?"
Xiao Chongyan wished he could pounce on her and bite her to death. At this moment, he didn't want to talk to her at all.
Zhu Fen smiled and said, "Looking for supplies, can't you tell?"
Although her expression was smiling, her smile was somewhat chilling. She waved a long sword stained with dirty blood, and combined with the slightly dim environment of the warehouse, it sent shivers down one's spine.
Xue Jingjing's natural attitude shifted slightly. She forced a smile and said, "You're also here to find supplies? What a coincidence. There are still so many things here, can we take some?"
She said this purely to show her politeness.
Because in her mind, everything here should belong to her. These two people, empty-handed, couldn't possibly take so much away.
The rest was hers.
Since she unexpectedly transmigrated into her own book, she had decided to build her own base. Therefore, she had preemptively snatched the heroine's spiritual spring space, bought supplies, and won people over.
"No," Zhu Fen replied with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "We found these first."
"But you can't take them anyway, what's wrong with sharing a little with us?"