As they rushed toward the truck, the rain intensified rapidly. The blood-red rain splashed onto their bodies like water just scooped from an icy abyss. The moment it came into contact with normal human body temperature, it released thick plumes of white mist.
Deng Qinghuai and Fang Yiyang, who were lagging, sneezed twice in succession from the cold. The people inside the truck hurriedly reached out to pull them in. Once the two had climbed aboard, shivering uncontrollably, they instinctively lifted the bedding spread on the floor and wrapped themselves tightly inside.
Seeing this, everyone grew even more wary of the bizarre blood rain.
“Don’t touch it.”
Seeing frost already forming thinly across the faces of the two wrapped in blankets, Jiang Sheng couldn’t help reaching out, wanting to test just how cold the rainwater was—but Su Mu cut him off coldly.
Jiang Sheng looked up and met Su Mu’s indifferent gaze. He immediately shuddered and, rather disgracefully, withdrew his hand.
Su Mu pinched the bridge of his nose. Outside the truck, the pattering rain only grew heavier. He lowered his eyes and gently smoothed the hair beside Su Wanmei’s ear. Even though his thoughts were in chaos, his voice remained calm and steady.
“If you don’t want to die, don’t ever take abnormal phenomena in the apocalypse lightly.”
“W-will they… will they turn into zombies?”
Xin Qimeng’s eyes widened in shock as she instinctively grabbed Lu Shuangshuang’s wrist.
Su Mu replied flatly, “How would I know?”
Listening to Su Mu’s distant tone, Xin Qimeng’s dislike for him only deepened.
Such a cold personality—completely lacking in gentleness. He spoke so bluntly, looked so delicate. How could Shuangshuang have been blind enough to fall for him?
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Su Mu felt that he really shouldn’t have trusted the timelines recorded in the history books. They clearly stated this would happen one month into the apocalypse—yet it had come early.
Back when he was still in the military, their instructor had emphasized again and again that they must record the timing of every superpower awakening. He had memorized them all—yet the historical records themselves were wrong.
At the same time, Su Mu gained a renewed understanding of his own abilities.
If he were alone, relying on his extensive combat experience and his dual-element powers that were on the verge of advancing to Level Three, he would have more than enough ability to survive in the apocalypse.
But he wasn’t alone.
He still had to protect Su Wanmei.
Just like the zombie tide they’d encountered outside the hospital, although he couldn’t have slaughtered that many zombies by himself, with his abilities, he could absolutely have shaken them off using superior escape tactics. But he also had to cover Su Wanmei.
Because of that, he could only stay with the group and move along with it. Yet having too many people also came with disadvantages—there were too many loose ends.
The idea of using crystal cores for cultivation came from Wu Keke. The fact that mutated beast meat was edible had come from Xu Qingru.
Then what about this blood rain?
How was he supposed to explain that he knew the rain contained a virus later known as “HEK”—that HEK would contaminate the water and soil of Blue Star, trigger humanity’s second evolution, give birth to a second wave of superpowered individuals; that even ordinary people who failed to awaken abilities could still experience physical enhancement; and that those who was unable to evolve would instead mutate into mindless zombies?
He had initially planned to find an excuse to keep everyone inside the vehicle in the days before the blood rain descended.
But he hadn’t expected the blood rain to arrive early.
The HEK virus contained within the blood rain was, to humanity, both deadly poison and divine nectar.
If evolution succeeded, one would grow stronger and become part of the second generation of superpowered individuals.
If it failed, one would become a zombie that fed on flesh and blood.