Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

Chapter 186 The Bizarre Post-Apocalyptic World 3

Liao Zhuang quickly explained with a smile, "Brother Yong, please don't misunderstand. We absolutely didn't mean to slack off. It's just that Xiao Li is so capable, and we were particularly curious about him when we first arrived, so we couldn't help but ask him a few more questions. As you know, we're new here, so we wanted to learn more about the situation. Don't worry, we'll definitely steam the buns well and do our best for the base."

The others quickly chimed in, "That's right, Brother Yong, we really weren't slacking off."

Zheng Dayong's expression softened a bit, and he snorted, "I'm just afraid that you newcomers don't know the rules. These days, it's not easy to have a stable place to live. Here, we all rely on our own hands to work in order to maintain our current peace."

After leaving Zheng Dayong's house, Lin Xiaoqian and his friends went to several other houses to inquire. The information they received was mostly the same. One family even kindly gave each of them a steamed bun to eat.

However, after taking one bite, no one ate any more.

I don't know if Lin Xiaoqian has spoiled my palate, but these steamed buns are really hard to swallow.

After walking around for a while, everyone stood on the street filled with white fog, looking around somewhat blankly.

They couldn't find their way back.

"Alright, let's teleport back."

The restaurant's anchor point was given at just the right time. Lin Xiaoqian even suspected that the system knew they would come here and therefore specially gave her the anchor point.

The next second, everyone appeared in the restaurant's fourth-floor lounge, where they all sat down on the sofas.

Lin Xiaoqian said, "Who exactly is this Xiao Li? The idea that zombies are afraid of steam from steamed buns is just ridiculous."

Jiang Shuang nodded in agreement: "That's right, but the fact that he can continuously provide steamed bun ingredients for three thousand people in a post-apocalyptic environment is something that not just anyone can do. Where did he get so many supplies?"

Liao Zhuang frowned, scratched his head, and said, "Also, every time he goes out to find survivors, he always comes back safely. That's amazing! It's like he knows the zombies' movement patterns like the back of his hand. Does he have some kind of superpower?"

Jiang Shuang gently shook her head and said, "Don't jump to conclusions yet. We still have too little information. We don't know if superpowers exist in this world. But what we can be sure of is that this Xiao Li has absolute influence in the base, and everyone trusts him."

Zhuang Damao shrugged and said, "We don't even know what that Xiao Li looks like yet."

Mo Ying stroked his chin: "How about we go out and take a look around the base? I've never seen a zombie before."

The others glanced at Mo Ying, some of them showing interest.

Lin Xiaoqian was also very curious. She had only seen some zombie movies online and didn't know if real zombies looked the same as those in movies and TV shows.

Seeing that no one objected, Mo Ying continued, "Although there is a thick fog outside and we can't see the road clearly, as long as we keep walking in one direction, we will eventually get out. Even if we encounter any problems, we don't need to be afraid; we can teleport back immediately."

Without further ado, the group went downstairs, left the restaurant, and headed in one direction.

I walked along the stone path for about half an hour, but the fog around me did not dissipate.

Lin Xiaoqian muttered, "This base is quite big; we've been walking for so long and still haven't gotten out."

After walking for another half hour, the thick white fog still surrounded them, and the expressions on their faces began to turn serious.

Liao Zhuang asked, "We've been walking for about an hour now. Generally speaking, the farther we get from the town, the thinner the fog should be, right? Are we still not out of town yet?"

No one could answer the question. After walking for about half an hour, Mo Ying said, "Stop walking."

He squatted down, picked up a green leaf, and looked at it. "I saw this leaf half an hour ago. We should have been going around in circles the whole time."

After saying that, he casually threw the leaf on the ground.

Although his cultivation was suppressed, his eyesight was still sharp. Half an hour ago, he had deliberately left a trace of his demonic energy on it, and he was 100% certain that the leaf in his hand was the same one from before.

Upon hearing Mo Ying's words, everyone's expressions instantly turned somewhat grim.

Is it like being trapped in a maze by ghosts?

In this white fog, they found themselves unknowingly spinning in circles.

Lin Xiaoqian frowned and said, "This white fog seems a bit strange. Could it be interfering with our sense of direction?"

Mo Ying shook his head: "Although I can't circulate the spiritual energy in my body, I can still sense that there is nothing unusual about this mist, unless a cultivator with a higher cultivation level than me has set up some profound formation here."

Everyone knows this is unlikely, since there isn't even spiritual energy in this world, so it's impossible for cultivators to exist.

Jiang Shuang nodded, glancing around warily. "It seems we can't get out of here. Let's go back to the restaurant first."

Everyone nodded and were teleported back to the restaurant.

Not long after they left, a slender figure emerged from the mist, crouched down, picked up a leaf from the ground, and clutched it in his hand.

He stood up, his figure disappearing into the mist, only a vague outline visible. He slightly raised his head, seemingly gazing in the direction Lin Xiaoqian and the others had left, muttering to himself, his voice indistinct due to the mist.

Back at the restaurant, everyone sat around the sofa, the atmosphere somewhat somber.

Jiang Shuang broke the silence first, saying, "This is getting weirder and weirder. Why can't we leave the base? Is there some secret about this place?"

Liao Zhuang frowned and picked up the thread: "Who knows? Ever since I came into this world, I've felt that everything is strange."

Mo Ying was also completely baffled. If he could use his spiritual energy, he could use magic to disperse the mist, but...

“We can use talismans to forcibly disperse the white mist.”

Mo Ying's suggestion was immediately met with opposition from others.

"No, at least not for now. We haven't figured out if there's anything strange about this town yet, so let's not alert them. Besides, we still have system tasks to complete, so let's finish those first."

“I agree. Even if we can’t get out of this town, it’s still a way to protect the people here. If we force our way through the white fog, and then zombies invade, it won’t be good if the people here get hurt.”

"Let's take it one step at a time. At least we won't be in any danger in the restaurant."

Lin Xiaoqian stood up and said, "Alright, comrades, let's deal with whatever comes our way. Let's hurry up and get ready to steam some buns."

Liao Zhuang rubbed his stomach. "Speaking of which, I'm quite hungry after all this commotion. But, Xiao Qian, the system puts you in this world to sell steamed buns, but every household in this town is steaming buns. Will we be able to sell any of them?"