Apocalyptic Disaster: I Hoard Billions in Supplies and Kill the Saint

102: Chapter 102 The Secret of Thermal UnderwearAfter the meal, everyone began to organize the team members.

”Everyone is still here for now,” Lin Xiao reported the data. ”Zhou Hao’s team is scouting the perimeter, and Lin Wanru is temporarily guarding the vehicle. It’s just...”

He paused and looked at Ye Nanxing.

”Lin Shuang and Lin Qing are missing.”

The air froze for a moment.

Ye Nanxing’s expression remained unchanged. ”Weren’t they staying in the vehicle?”

”Yes... but after everyone was teleported out just now, we searched the surrounding area and couldn’t find any trace of them.”

Lin Xiao said in a low voice, ”They might have been left behind during the transfer process.”

Chu Yunting raised an eyebrow and looked at her. ”How were you planning to deal with them before?”

”Zombie bait.”

Ye Nanxing answered calmly. ”Originally planned to attract a wave during the opening phase of the battle, letting them fight among themselves.”

”But now we’ve discovered the ancestor of zombies.”

Lin Xiao: ”...”

Chu Yunting: ”Your character is even darker than I imagined.”

Ye Nanxing snorted coldly and didn’t respond.

She turned to look at Yan in her arms.

He was still unconscious, his small body curled up in her embrace completely defenseless. His cheeks were somewhat pale, but his breathing was even.

She took out a jade bottle and fed him a few drops of spiritual spring water.

”If only you could wake up...”

She murmured softly, her voice gentle. ”It’s a pity we didn’t get the warm clothing this time. When the next blizzard comes...”

Before she could finish her sentence.

Yan moved.

As if awakened from the abyss by the spiritual spring, his tiny fingers slowly grasped the corner of her clothes.

The next second, a gentle mental wave emanated from him, directly entering the depths of her mind—

【Warm clothing... Do you need it?】

Ye Nanxing was startled and looked back at him.

”You... you’re awake?”

Yan didn’t speak, only leaning against her chest and nodding slightly.

【If you want it, you can make it.】

【Mental energy, infused into clothing... activates the memory factors in the zombie skin.】

Ye Nanxing’s brow twitched. ”You mean the principle of those warm clothes—”

【Is to establish a ’spiritual bond’ between specific zombie skin and the user through mental resonance.】

【The mind is the temperature.】

【You have space, you have mental energy, you can create.】

The room fell into brief silence.

Ye Nanxing looked down at him, her eyes churning with unreadable emotions.

”So...”

”If I want to, I can also ’make’ a set of Zero Point warm clothing myself?”

Yan leaned against her chest, his gaze clear:

【Not making.】

【Awakening.】

【They only skinned it, but you... can bring it back to life.】

At that moment, Chu Yunting also looked up, his eyes sharpening.

”...I knew it. That thing didn’t seem like pure technology.”

”It’s actually... a ’skin-layer memory’ structure driven by mental energy.”

”Zombie skin?”

”No wonder Zero Point doesn’t sell it.”

Lin Xiao frowned. ”The raw materials are too rare, and the technology isn’t stable yet.”

”So that’s not clothing.”

Ye Nanxing said softly.

”It’s a weapon.”

The night was deep, the wind and snow had ceased.

Two RVs sped along the icy road at the city’s edge.

Lin Xiao’s team had already driven ahead to the southern Shelter, entering their own semi-underground, high-walled base.

Meanwhile, Ye Nanxing’s vehicle finally drove slowly into the silent, castle-like ”Phoenix City.”

The top-floor Shelter—rumored to be the ”most impregnable private fortress.”

Ye Nanxing sat in the passenger seat, her expression calm. Yan leaned against her side, his small head resting on her shoulder, as docile as a winter snowball.

Chu Yunting stood outside the vehicle, looking up at the top-floor Shelter before him. Its two-story structure was distinctly different from the surrounding buildings, occupying the entire 31st and 32nd floors of the Phoenix City residential complex. The high-altitude wind and snow struck the glass insulation layer, producing crisp, shattering sounds.

He clicked his tongue, walked a circle around the perimeter, and exclaimed in amazement:

”...You actually remodeled the top two floors of this building into a private defensive fortress?”

”You even installed geothermal pressure feedback on the lower level, solar energy transfer panels on the middle level, and a wind-pressure energy storage cabin on the top... Tsk tsk, impressive, Nanxing. You’re more Zero Point than Zero Point.”

Sun Hao unbuckled his seatbelt and glanced at him coolly. ”You’re only realizing this now?”

”I thought you were always quite sharp.”

After speaking, the group went upstairs and directly used iris verification.

The door opened—

A gentle yet extremely stable wave of warmth greeted them.

The air was clean, carrying a faint, cool fragrance and a temperature completely different from the wind and snow outside.

The interior space wasn’t luxurious, but it was ”unreasonably refined.”

The corridor wall lights were all directional light sources, with step-activated lights connected to purification tracks. The walls housed embedded water pipe systems, not municipal water supply, but her own modified purified water storage device. The ceiling projection could even play daytime scene loops, simulating a normal day-night environment.

Chu Yunting was stunned for a long moment before pointing at the ceiling and asking, ”You even have—simulated sunlight cycles?”

”To keep the plants alive,” Ye Nanxing replied flatly. ”I grow vegetables on the rooftop.”

”...Are you sure you didn’t transmigrate into a book?”

”No, but I was reborn.”

”...”

”I believe you,” Chu Yunting raised his hands in surrender. ”Not only are you surviving well, you’re living like the ’chosen landlord of the Apocalypse.’”

While touring, he didn’t forget to show off in front of Yan: ”Little Yan, this is my sister. This is the person I told you about—the number one survivor of the Apocalypse.”

Yan nodded, seeming to understand, his eyes full of light.

Walking in from the outdoor cold wind felt like stepping from the Apocalypse into a memory of the old world.

”...This isn’t a home.”

Chu Yunting’s tone paused. ”This is a fortress.”

”And a ’battlefield administrative fortress’ capable of single-soldier defense, frost and blast protection, with a three-layer energy closed loop.”

”You’re probably... planning to hole up here until the Apocalypse ends, aren’t you?”

Ye Nanxing took off her coat, carried Yan into the living room, and casually replied, ”Not holing up, but winning.”

”Hiding is about fearing death. I want to live longer than all of them.”

She said it calmly, yet it was as sharp as a blade.

And this Shelter—was only the most inconspicuous one of hers.

By the time everyone entered the living room, the sky outside had darkened. The wind and snow beat against the windows, falling silently. Inside, however, it was warm and cozy, the atmosphere inexplicably relaxed.

—Finally, the much-anticipated ”homecoming meal.”

Zhao Wei was the first to charge into the kitchen, as if storming a battlefield: ”That hotpot at noon had me craving it all day. Tonight, I volunteer—let’s have another round!”

”You’ve just been waiting to say that, haven’t you?”

Zhou Cheng exposed him from behind. ”I saw you licking the pot lid at mealtime earlier.”

Chu Yunting couldn’t help but interject: ”He even secretly scraped the bottom of the dipping sauce box with a spoon this afternoon. I caught him red-handed.”

”That was tactical rehearsal!” Zhao Wei said with a stern face.

Zhou Cheng rolled his eyes and turned to Ye Nanxing. ”Can we get some more meat?”

Ye Nanxing nodded. She had already pulled out a complete set of kitchenware—washed, sterilized, and neatly stored—from the smart cabinet door on the kitchen wall.

She turned and walked to a corner of the living room, casually making a gesture toward her space.

”—Alright.”

”Tonight, we’re having hotpot.”

As her words fell, several insulated coolers landed on the table with a ”thump thump,” clearly labeled 【Freshly Sliced Lamb】, 【Snowflake Beef】, 【Shell-on Prawns】, 【Scallops】, 【Cuttlefish Balls】, and so on.

There was also a tightly sealed dark blue freezing container. Ye Nanxing gently opened the lid. Inside were neatly arranged boxes of flash-frozen fresh abalone, oysters, and small octopus. The ice layer hadn’t melted yet, but it was clear and translucent.

”Holy—this isn’t the Apocalypse, this is the platinum edition of a hotpot restaurant.” Zhao Wei was shocked.

Chu Yunting frowned. ”Where did you get so much fresh seafood?”