Chapter 73

The whistle sounded.

Hundreds of soldiers rushed out of the barracks, picked up their steel guns, and drove toward the city with more than ten tanks.

There, two more smoke columns rose.

Not long after, a shrill air-raid siren sounded.

This night was destined to be no longer peaceful.

Xianzhou "Luo Fu", a teahouse.

In the past, this would be the time for tea guests to listen to storytelling.

But, since the Foundation's live stream began, the teahouse had temporarily changed its business, and the storyteller had become a commentator.

Qingque finally reached her off-duty time, found a teahouse with empty seats, and exchanged card-playing tips with a few friends.

However, one of them was very dissatisfied with the fact that Foundation live streams were everywhere.

This Foxian male, holding a teacup, complained:

"I have no interest in the Foundation or containing monsters; I just want to chat online with beautiful Foxian ladies."

Another Foxian male nearby heard this, his eyes lit up, and the gloom of losing the game was swept away.

He looked left and right, and seeing that no one was paying attention to this table, whispered:

"What, you also like Miss Daiqing?"

"Eh, I didn't notice it usually; I didn't expect you to be a fellow enthusiast too!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"..."

Qingque rolled her eyes at the two, continued holding her teacup, like an old cadre, basking in the sun, drinking tea, watching TV, and listening to the radio.

Just then, a voice that seemed to come from the freezing hell rang out eerily behind her:

"Drinking tea, Qingque."

A chill rose from the soles of her feet, reaching the top of her head along her spine.

Qingque stiffened for a moment, then suddenly remembered that it was now off-duty time, so she relaxed a little and turned her head.

It was a pink-haired loli, although she was very old, her figure and height were completely disproportionate.

Qingque forced a smile onto her face:

"Master Fu Xuan, good afternoon."

Fu Xuan didn't make things difficult for Qingque, looking directly at this subordinate who was sitting and drinking tea:

"Tomorrow, look through the archives to see if there is anything in Xianzhou history similar to the zombie virus."

"Even legends related to it should be found."

"No strange fiction."

Qingque responded repeatedly, nodding continuously like a sieve:

"Okay! Okay!"

But immediately after, she witnessed a scene that stopped her heart—

Fu Xuan found a wooden stool, sat down nearby, ordered a cup of fine tea, and listened to the storyteller comment on the film.

"This form is quite novel."

Fu Xuan evaluated it as such.

Days on the Xianzhou rarely changed for thousands of years.

Now that there was an old antique that had suddenly popped up willing to tell some stories, it was convenient for the Xianzhou people to pass the time.

The storyteller pointed to Robert in the footage and continued:

"Pay attention, this man is called Xiao Shuai; he is currently infiltrating the university campus with a team of soldiers..."

Seeking evaluation tickets, seeking flowers! ===== CHAPTER 75 =====