The car could be used.
However, the scene inside the car nearly made them throw up.
In the driver's seat at the front of the car lay two mangled corpses, mostly gnawed away, the remaining flesh rotting. The car was filled with the stench of decay, and from the remnants, their genders couldn't even be determined.
The braver of the girls examined the pelvis and was able to ascertain that they were a man and a woman. Afterward, they found two nearly rotted scalps behind the steering wheel and in the back seat, the hair on them further confirming this.
It was clear that a family of three had parked in the lot. The child had suddenly turned into a zombie, killed his parents, and had been feeding on them for days.
Two girls and one boy in the group immediately vomited.
The others, though disgusted, managed to hold it together, covering their noses and mouths as they cleaned the car.
It was an 8-seater SUV. There were nine of them, a slight overload. But at this point, they didn't care. If killing people was overlooked, what was an overloaded vehicle?
Several people scrubbed and washed, but the inside of the car was too dirty. It would take at least an hour to finish.
The system seized the opportunity to remind them: [Host, there are so many cars here, aren't you going to take them? The female protagonist will be here soon. If you don't take them, they'll be left for her.]
The book was written by Xue Jingjing. She knew where large amounts of supplies were kept. As expected, these were originally meant for the female protagonist of her story, Zhou Shanshan, but now that she herself had transmigrated, she had intercepted everything.
Zhuo Yan had not paid close attention to the original plot. She was mainly focused on Xiao Chongyan and hadn't noticed this detail.
Now that she had been reminded, she naturally wouldn't miss out.
She said to the others, "Let's come out first. I'll get the cars out, and you can clean them outside."
The people stuck in the doors on both sides retreated. As they watched her put the car into her space, they walked toward the exit. Just as they were about to leave, Zhuo Yan suddenly remembered that there were cars inside as well, so with a wave of her hand, she took away the ones from the parking lot.
Instantly, the now empty underground parking lot was filled with dozens of zombies, some crawling, some hiding, some lying down. Xiao Chongyan could control them and also make them feel a sense of crisis, which was why they hadn't come out.
Therefore, Zhuo Yan didn't kill them all, choosing to pretend not to see them.
As soon as they disappeared around the corner, the zombies, which had been as quiet as chickens, suddenly seemed to wake up. They rushed over in twos and threes, crawling on the ground and devouring the two incomplete corpses that had just been thrown out.
Compared to their zombie counterparts, these two rotting corpses were also their food.
The group returned to the first floor. Zhuo Yan brought out the car and had them clean it while she, with Xiao Chongyan, went up floor by floor to collect cars.
Even if these cars couldn't be driven, they would be a significant resource once a base was established.
From the first to the twelfth floor, there were entire large floors stacked with cars, and some were divided into small compartments holding luxurious and cool supercars.
But they were all treated the same by her; all of them were thrown into her space.
As they finished collecting and descended, Xiao Chongyan finally couldn't help but ask, "When did your space ability awaken? And why is it so big?"
How much had she stored?
Having experienced it once, he naturally knew that the advancement of all abilities was a gradual process, a very slow one. Special abilities like space manipulation were rare, occurring in only one out of tens of thousands of people, and in the beginning, they could only store very little.
Yet, her space ability had initially stored so many supplies from the agricultural market, and when she left, she had taken so much furniture from her home, and now it had accommodated so many cars.
If he calculated, it must be at least Tier Four or Five.
The apocalypse had just begun, and this was too terrifying.
"This isn't a space ability."
Zhuo Yan took out a ring, its design ancient. On the small silver ring, a pattern of phoenixes could be seen: "This is called a Mustard Seed Space, and it also has levels. Different levels can store different amounts of items. This is top-tier."
It could be called an otherworldly realm.
Although it couldn't compare to her immortal cave, it was enough to store these things.
Xiao Chongyan stared in disbelief and couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you?"
Zhuo Yan squeezed his hand: "Someone who came to find you, someone who wishes you happiness. This, do you want it?"
Before he could savor the first two sentences, Zhuo Yan unleashed a major move.
"Can you give this to me? Don't you need it anymore?"
With a flick of her hand, Zhuo Yan produced several more: "I have many more. I've also stored some supplies inside. If we get separated, you can take them from here."
Xiao Chongyan was silent for a moment, then said, "You know so much, you must also know that I'm a zombie now, and yet you still..."
"Don't overthink it. No matter what you become, I will want you."
Xiao Chongyan suddenly became a little flustered with embarrassment: "Who asked you if you want me or not? It's not like I'm forcing myself on you."
"Then it's me who wants to cling to you, alright?"
With a hint of coaxing, she indeed managed to soothe him.
Xiao Chongyan stopped being angry and let her help him put on the ring. Pink bubbles floated around them, and they soon returned to the first floor.
At this moment, the people on the first floor were confronting a group that had suddenly appeared. Sudan Novel Network.
"We were here first. Of course, the things belong to us!"