Chapter 90: Even Mumu Didn’t Mind!!

Stepping over the scattered bones, He Ze fought back the creeping discomfort in his heart and sprinted back to the house like a hundred-meter dash. In just a few strides, he bolted upstairs and threw himself onto Lin Mu.

“Wuwuwu! How heartless! Mumu, you don’t love me anymore, do you?”

“Abandoning me after starting something, huh? Falling for someone else, huh? Fickle, huh?! Now that you have a wife, you’ve forgotten your mother… father… brother!”

Lin Mu was knocked onto the bed by He Ze’s impact. Taking advantage of his 186 cm height and the solid muscles he’d built as a PE teacher, He Ze pinned Lin Mu down with the force of a mountain, leaving him completely trapped.

They used to mess around like this all the time. Lin Mu, being ticklish, couldn’t help but laugh under He Ze’s playful assault.

“Stop messing around! My bad, my bad!”

“Hmph! Will you bully me again next time?!”

Before Lin Mu could respond, a hand grabbed He Ze by the collar like a chick and lifted him off. Fu Jingmo’s face was dark with irritation.

He Ze rubbed his neck and mumbled, “What’s the deal, Brother Fu? If I can’t give you trouble, I can’t even settle accounts with Mumu now?”

“You stink. Go clean yourself up. Crawling out of a pile of bones and rubbing yourself all over someone—disgusting.”

“Tch, even Mumu didn’t mind…”

Fu Jingmo shot him a sharp glare, the kind that promised trouble. The rest of He Ze’s words caught in his throat, unable to come out.

“I’ll wash! Right now!”

He agreed quickly and dashed off, but when he reached the door, he couldn’t resist turning back with a cheeky grin. “Mumu, wait for me to come back and bother you again!”

A black crystal flew through the air with a sharp smack and landed right at He Ze’s feet, creating a small pit in the cement floor.

Only after He Ze left did Lin Mu finally stop laughing. While sitting up on the bed, he looked at Fu Jingmo.

“Why are you getting worked up? He’s just messing around like that for fun.”

“…”

The man standing by the table opened his mouth slightly, as if to say something, but held back. Why get worked up? Boys shouldn’t be getting too close!

“Go to sleep. Don’t interfere with my cultivation.”

With two quick steps, Fu Jingmo reached the bed, grabbed Lin Mu just like he had grabbed He Ze, and tossed him onto the inner side of the bed. Then, he lay down right in the middle.

“Ah…”

Lin Mu obediently snuggled into the blanket. So it turned out that he and He Ze had been too noisy, disturbing Fu Jingmo’s cultivation.

Pressing against the wall, Lin Mu closed his eyes, intending to check on Xiao Yuan within his consciousness.

Behind him, the blanket sank slightly as Fu Jingmo unapologetically settled in the middle of the bed.

Shen Rangchen, sitting on the small bed nearby, opened his eyes and glanced between the two.

Yep, it’s still better to sleep on the small bed.

After exiting his consciousness, Lin Mu drifted off quickly. In his half-asleep state, he vaguely heard He Ze grumbling about wanting the inner side of the bed, only to be silenced—likely through some forceful “negotiation.”

—

At the break of dawn, a white pigeon soared through the dense morning mist, heading toward a city nestled among the mountains.

It finally landed in front of a building with European-style architecture. The walls were made of vintage red bricks, and a lush green lawn spread out before it. A black wrought-iron round table sat at the edge of the garden.

Servants, dressed in white maid uniforms, bustled about, carefully setting out an elegant breakfast. Italian coffee beans were being meticulously ground, and the light, fragrant aroma of coffee drifted through the air.

On the second floor, a wooden lattice window swung open. A hand reached out and gently took the white pigeon inside.

“Young master, a letter has arrived.”

In the post-apocalyptic world, with communication networks severed, carrier pigeons had regained importance.

The boy on the bed sat up, the silky thin blanket sliding off his shoulders, revealing his fair skin.

His short chestnut hair framed a delicate, beautiful face that appeared unusually pale. “Give it to me,” he said softly.

With a gentle voice, the boy extended his hand and took the small piece of paper.

[They have arrived.]

The boy curled his lips into a smirk. Hmph, just as expected.

“Uncle Li, give them a little taste of sweetness.”

He crushed the piece of paper in his hand and tossed it off the side of the bed. Stretching lazily, he got up from the bed.

…

—

At this moment, Lin Mu and the others had packed their belongings and were back in the car, ready to set off.

Lin Mu took the wheel, while the other three focused on quickly leveling up their abilities.

Fu Jingmo was among the first to understand the concept of ability levels. While most people had yet to discover the energy reservoirs within their bodies or figure out how to harness their powers, he was already deep into cultivation.

Thanks to Fu Jingmo’s teachings, He Ze and Shen Rangchen had also progressed faster than most, staying well ahead of the majority in terms of ability development.

Especially Fu Jingmo—reaching the third level required exponentially more energy, but he was already nearing the critical point.

After driving for about twenty minutes, a small town appeared ahead, similar in size to the one where Uncle Zhang and his group had been, beneath Jiao Mountain.

The town stretched along the road, and it seemed that many zombies had either followed the road away or disappeared into the surrounding forests. As a result, only a few scattered zombies could be seen shambling around occasionally.

However, this also meant there were no survivors here.

Lin Mu drove through the town without expression. To save time, they ate their lunch in the car. After the meal, He Ze took over driving for a while.

Lin Mu moved to the back seat, while Fu Jingmo, looking down at the map in his hands, pointed something out to him.

“There are still over a hundred kilometers to go. Tomorrow, Xiao Shen and I will both be ready to level up. We need to find a place to stop for the night.”

“Not too far from Shancheng—somewhere within half a day’s journey. That way, we can reach the city early the day after tomorrow.”

His finger traced the route on the map, landing on a service area about a few dozen kilometers outside of Shancheng. The distance seemed ideal, though they would have to wait until they arrived to assess the area’s safety.

“Fu Jingmo, what’s it like to level up? Is there any danger?” Lin Mu asked.

Fu Jingmo turned to look at him, his deep eyes filled with confidence and pride.

“There is some danger, but I believe we can level up smoothly.”

“Hmm…”

With that, the car set off again, and Lin Mu took the opportunity to rest.

He leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes. The gentle swaying of the moving car made him feel drowsy, gradually lulling him toward sleep.

A faint fragrance of grass and wood lingered in the air. Fu Jingmo glanced at the person beside him, catching sight of a slender, pale neck. Lin Mu rested against the car window, his head lightly bumping against the glass with the car’s movements.

Perhaps it was the golden sunlight falling on his face, blending with his fair skin in a way that dazzled Fu Jingmo’s eyes.

Before he could even think, Fu Jingmo had already reached out, gently guiding Lin Mu’s head to rest on his shoulder.

The moment Lin Mu’s face was touched, he instinctively swallowed, a soft sound escaping from his throat. His heart raced uncontrollably, but he forced himself to remain calm, continuing to pretend to be asleep.

On the endless highway, with no one in sight ahead or behind, the black SUV moved steadily forward.

Gradually approaching Shancheng.

…

They stopped for dinner by the roadside, finding a relatively flat patch of land. Throughout their journey, they had encountered almost no other living souls.

It seemed that, apart from those with abilities, most ordinary people had taken refuge in safe zones or shelters, unwilling to risk traveling like they were.

They set up a pot and cooked a few packs of noodles, eating casually. A cool autumn breeze swept by, carrying with it a faint, indistinguishable hint of decay—an ever-present reminder of the apocalypse.

They decided to make do with sleeping in the car for the night. With four people, all long-legged, it was a bit cramped, but fortunately, the SUV had decent space.

He Ze and Shen Rangchen took the two front seats. Each grabbed a light blanket, reclined their chairs, and lay down to sleep.

Even inside the car, the night air in such an open area was chilly. From the back seat, they pulled out a large blanket to cover the two of them.

“Lie down on my legs and sleep. I’ll cultivate.”

After sitting in the car all day, Lin Mu’s back and waist ached, so he didn’t refuse. He lay down, resting his head on Fu Jingmo’s lap.

The firm muscles beneath Lin Mu’s head weren’t exactly comfortable, yet he fell asleep almost instantly. Unconsciously, he curled up slightly, shifting positions. 

His warm breath brushed against Fu Jingmo’s waist through the thin fabric of his clothes, causing Fu Jingmo to freeze, suddenly afraid to move.

…

The next morning, Lin Mu was the first to wake up. He wiped away the condensation on the car window and spotted a few shambling zombies approaching from a distance.

He quietly got out of the car, and with a flick of his vine whip, he dispatched them with ease.

Their journey continued without major trouble. By the afternoon, they arrived at the service area they had marked on the map the day before.