When the zombie virus broke out, Zuo Youyou was burying his grandfather deep in the mountains.
Red apples, clear liquor.
His last remaining relative had died of a sudden high fever. His only last words had been to tell him to stay here and never move away from the mountains.
Zuo Youyou's eyes reddened with tears. He kowtowed three times.
All right, Grandpa.
A little wooden house in a valley, rows of green vegetable plots. This was his own little paradise.
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Until one day...
A group of people with supernatural powers and weapons that commanded wind, fire, and lightning, as well as firearms, came roaring to a stop outside his home.
"Boss, there are so many vegetables here! They're so fresh!"
"Boss, there are chickens, ducks, and geese in that shed!"
"Boss, this house is great. Let's rest here!"
The group chattered noisily, barely restraining themselves as they spoke with longing.
Then they saw a thin, pale, fragile little zombie. A huge bamboo basket full of mushrooms hung over his left shoulder, and a big fish was slung over his right. His trouser cuffs were soaked. The moment he spotted them, he dropped everything and rushed toward their boss:
"Bad guy! Don't steal my vegetables!"
The base's supernatural-ability squad, which went outside the city only to gather food and fight injustice: ?
And the powerful ability user who had a little zombie throw himself into his arms: ?
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The powerful man was badly injured and asked to stay here while he recovered.
The little zombie hesitated.
This man looked like he could eat a lot.
But looking at his tall frame and strong muscles, the little zombie figured he'd be great at hard labor once he recovered.
Thinking of the wasteland that needed clearing next year and the crops that still had to be planted...
The little zombie pulled a long face, but reluctantly agreed. "Okay, but you have to work hard if you want to stay here."
Later, when his subordinates finally had time to visit him outside the city, they saw the little zombie bundled up in the snow-covered courtyard. He reached out and poked the man beside him, whose hair was damp with sweat.
"What is it?" The man briskly chopped wood for him.
The little zombie handed him a frying pan and gave an experienced order: "Light the fire. Fry an egg."
The powerful man's followers: ???
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1. A powerful, three-element ability user who commands ice, fire, and space as the love interest, paired with an exceptionally powerful healing-type little zombie as the recipient.
2. Farming in the apocalypse, a cozy home.
Theme: Follow the light through the darkness.
