"Those people are murderers. Qi Jing, you are a superpower, you can't just ignore them."
"That's right, my precious grandson is still so young, he can't be scared by those people." The curly-haired aunt chimed in.
The people in the warehouse gradually started to clamor again, all of them wanted Qi Jing to go out and get rid of all the strangers outside.
Qi Jing looked at everyone, her pale face still bloodless. She turned and walked towards the warehouse door, forcefully pulled it open, and said to the people inside: "The door is open. You can go out to fight zombies or arrest people as you wish. I said I will not participate."
The crowd was silent for a moment, and then a middle-aged man came over and closed the warehouse door, cursing, muttering, "Tsk, if we had super powers, would we still need you?"
"That's right. People with special abilities are arrogant. They don't take people like us seriously at all and don't care whether we live or die."
"I think we should find some sticks or something to protect ourselves. It's better to rely on ourselves than on others."
Qi Jing had just used her special powers to protect these people. Her long, slightly curly black hair hung down behind her. Her porcelain-white face was frighteningly pale, and her thin lips were bloodless. She stood there quietly listening to these people's complaints. She had clearly used her special powers not long ago to resist the zombies in the building, but now she was being ridiculed by her companions.
She was not in good physical condition. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She felt dizzy after standing for a while. Finally, she sat down and rested, holding on to the box beside her.
It's not that everyone in the crowd didn't notice that Qi Jing looked unhappy, but still no one came out to speak for Qi Jing. Everyone was trapped in this mall, and their emotions were unstable to begin with, and they could get angry at any time, so no one wanted to cause trouble for themselves.
Qi Jing didn't have the energy to care about these people anymore. She closed her eyes slightly and stopped looking at the noisy crowd.
On the fifth floor, the smell of smoke and rotting corpses spread throughout the entire shopping mall. Even though Chen Wan and the others were standing by the window, they were still nauseated by the smell. However, there was no other way. In order to prevent the spread of disease, the best way was to cremate the corpses.
The zombies worked diligently under Chen Wan's control, and they had a clear division of labor. Some were responsible for carrying the corpses, some were adding coal to the stove, and some were dumping the corpse residue to the side. The whole process was well organized, but Chen Wan was sweating on his forehead. An hour had passed, and many corpses had not been burned. But Chen Wan was about to give up.
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Jiang Yanxin frowned as she looked at Chen Wan's condition and said, "How about I materialize Zeus? Burning them one by one is too slow. We haven't even finished burning twenty bodies yet."
Chen Wan was stunned for a moment. Before, they only thought about using Zeus to charge, but almost forgot that they had been attacked by Zeus's electric current. No matter whether they were human or zombie, they would all be turned into slag. She nodded and said, "Yes, I almost forgot. Let Zeus do it. I have revoked my superpowers."
"Okay, then I'll materialize Zeus." Jiang Yanxin pulled out the wrinkled album from behind her waist and opened the page about Zeus.