Zombie Apocalypse: Reborn With A Farming Space-Chapter 22: Choosing A Car

Looking up at the man with a pale face, Mo Binxue saw an average-looking man watching her with concern. Lowering her gaze, she replied weakly, "I-I'm fine. Thank you for saving me."

Seeing her pale face, the man felt a pang of sympathy and said, "Stay close to me."

Mo Binxue nodded and lightly tugged at the hem of his clothes while saying, "Thank you."

Feeling her grip, the man smiled and fought even more fiercely, as if fueled by adrenaline.

For Mo Binxue, it was natural for him to protect her. After all, she was the school beauty, and many liked her—including this man. So when he offered his protection, she accepted it without hesitation.

Not far from her, Jiao Lizhi smirked mockingly as she watched her take the man's protection for granted. Now that she saw everything clearly, she realized how foolish she had been in her previous life.

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Roar!!

Hearing the roar of zombies from the side, she took a step back to dodge the zombie's sharp claws and raised her boning knife. With a swift horizontal swing, the zombie's head fell to the ground.

With so many people killing zombies, she had plenty of leisure time. She looked at the surrounding zombies' corpses and sighed. These were just normal zombies—there was no need to waste time checking their brains for crystal cores.

To conserve her energy, she avoided unnecessary fights when possible. In the past ten minutes, she had only killed one zombie, while Li Yang and Pei Yijun had taken down the most.

Once they finished clearing the area, they ran toward the parking lot. Seeing their direction, Jiao Lizhi's mind became active.

After the apocalypse, no one knew whether the owners of these cars were still alive. So, if she picked one, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Reaching a conclusion, she caught up with Pei Yijun and asked, "Senior, are you getting your car?"

Pei Yijun glanced at her and said, "If you have a car, you can drive your own."

"Okay," Jiao Lizhi nodded.

When they arrived at the parking lot, Pei Yijun went to retrieve his car while Jiao Lizhi ran in another direction. Although the lot wasn't packed, there were a lot of vehicles and the available vehicles were high quality.

Most students and staff at Lin'an University came from wealthy backgrounds, and their cars reflected that—expensive, great design, and built for performance.

She quickly scanned the lot and spotted a Sport Utility Truck parked under a tree. While similar to an SUV, it had a truck bed, a roof rack, and additional storage compartments, making it ideal for carrying large loads.

As she approached, she noticed that the engine, wheels, and body had been modified, making it much sturdier than the default design.

Satisfied with her choice, she pulled two hairpins from her pocket and began fiddling with the lock. Within moments, she heard a soft click as the door unlocked.

Climbing inside, she immediately searched for the keys. If possible, she didn't want to damage the interior.

After a few minutes, she found a backup key tucked behind the sun visor. Closing the door, she started the engine.

Just as she fastened her seatbelt, a modified Jeep and an SUV sped past her. Stepping on the gas, she followed them.

Having survived the apocalypse for years, she had picked up several useful skills. Picking up cars was one of the skills she learned.

Trailing behind Pei Yijun and his team, Jiao Lizhi watched as they crushed the zombies in their path. Rotting flesh and black blood splattered across their cars every time their cars drove past the zombies.

Shaking her head, she muttered while clicking her tongue, "What a heavy taste."

With them clearing the way, she didn't have to dirty her own car. Since the nearest supermarket was still a few kilometers away, she decided to test something.

Taking out an empty gallon bottle from her space, she put the bottle on the side and put two fingers into the bottle's mouth while driving with the other.

A moment later, water trickled from her fingertips into the bottle. At first, it was the size of a pinky finger, but as she concentrated more energy into the tips of her fingers, the flow increased.

Glancing at the bottle, she saw the water level rise quickly. In less than five minutes, it was full. After storing it in her space, she checked her energy and found she had used less than 1%.

Based on this, she made a rough calculation and was surprised—she could produce at least 200 gallons of water before depleting her energy.

Realizing this, she frowned. It wasn't that she was unhappy about her energy capacity, but to level up her ability, she needed to use up all her energy and recover repeatedly.

It was like stretching a balloon—the more it expanded, the looser its perimeter. Once that limit was broken, she could advance to the next level.

With her energy pool, it will take a long time to advance to the first level. Compared to others, her progress will be much slower which might bring disadvantage to her in the future.

After a moment of silence, she decided to be grateful. The more energy she had, the better her chances of survival during battle. Even if it took longer to break through, it was better than dying from exhaustion.

Ten minutes later, the cars ahead slowed down and eventually came to a full stop. Since they were a team—at least for now—she also parked her car a short distance behind them.

The moment they stopped, zombies in the area turned toward them and rushed over while roaring.

Seeing the incoming zombies, she hesitated before opening her door and stepping out with her boning knife in hand.

The instant she closed the door, a pair of sharp claws aimed at the back of her head.