Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food

Chapter 784: Chapter 297 [Transformation] Superpower, Prepare for Battle!_3

Zhang Rongrong and Yang Wei both nodded, envious of the life that people on Yangshan led.

Fortunately, Mr. Liang promised that as long as this task was completed, the people from Jieshi Academy could go live on Yangshan.

The group quickly rushed north towards Meishan.

After they left, a mist quickly condensed into a figure in the woods.

Zhou Qingming restored his human form, looked at the backs of the departing people, and frowned, "Are they integrating other small shelters in Meishan?"

Sister Wan also looked solemn, "Weren’t they supposed to be infighting? How do they have the time to integrate other small shelters now?"

Zhou Qingming was equally puzzled, and the two exchanged glances.

"It seems we really need to investigate this thoroughly," Sister Wan said.

After thinking for a moment, she rubbed her face, and soon her face transformed into that of Zhang Rongrong.

Her superpower was to change into the appearance of others!

Zhou Qingming couldn’t help but laugh, "Your Transformation superpower is most useful now; no wonder Brother Huo asked for your help."

Sister Wan smiled and sighed, "Unfortunately, my face can fool people but not Mutant Beasts; those creatures don’t care who I am."

Zhou Qingming understood Sister Wan’s frustration; she felt her ability was lacking in combat power.

After all, mutant monsters don’t care who you are.

Zhou Qingming said, "Everyone’s ability has its own use; in situations like this, it’s your time to shine."

Sister Wan laughed, "Alright, let’s stop flattering each other. Let’s go and see what’s really going on in Meishan. They repeatedly mentioned an important person just now."

"Mr. Liang," Zhou Qingming immediately said.

Sister Wan nodded, "This person should be some kind of leader here. I wonder what Li Kuirong’s group is up to now."

"And what kind of force Mr. Liang represents."

Zhou Qingming shook his head, "According to the information we have, Meishan is mainly under the control of people from Meishan Village. They are internally divided into two factions: one led by Li Kuirong at Yunquan Temple, and the other by Li Xiangyang at Jieshi Academy."

"Wait, Li Xiangyang... wasn’t that person just called ’Brother Xiangyang’? Could he be Li Xiangyang?"

Sister Wan’s eyes flashed, "Very likely!"

She carefully recalled Li Xiangyang’s appearance, firmly imprinting it in her mind for future reference.

"Let’s go, we’ll investigate around Yunquan Temple."

With Sister Wan disguised as ’Zhang Rongrong,’ she and Zhou Qingming headed towards Yunquan Temple.

They were not completely unfamiliar with Meishan. Before the great flood, they had visited the scenic areas of Meishan and Yangshan along Linjiang.

Though they hadn’t visited often, they still knew the general direction of Yunquan Temple.

Along the way, they encountered several groups of people.

These people were all upright, carrying weapons, and marched in groups of three or five, clearly trained units.

Zhou Qingming and Lin Wan’s expressions changed slightly, sensing danger.

They quickly approached the direction of Yunquan Temple.

From afar, they saw Yunquan Temple bustling with construction activities, with Bamboo Houses being built everywhere.

The bustling scene surprised the two.

Suddenly, Zhou Qingming’s eyes narrowed, and he nudged Lin Wan with his elbow.

Lin Wan turned her gaze in the indicated direction, and her pupils also contracted.

"It’s that escapee!"

Zhou Qingming said in a low voice, "Feng Lei’s group of trash caught the bald Tu Long but let this woman escape to Meishan."

"Not good, she came to Meishan probably to report back to Yangshan," Lin Wan also felt a sudden shock, then quickly said, "You wait here, I’ll go bring her over."

Zhou Qingming immediately urged, "Be careful."

Lin Wan nodded and quickly ran over.

Meanwhile, Yang the Third and his two nephews, Yang Lake and Yang Mingyi, were taking Wang Xiaoya straight to Yunquan Temple.

Yang Lake introduced to Wang Xiaoya, "Miss, this is Yunquan Temple, have you been here before?"

Wang Xiaoya nodded, "Yes, before the great flood, I visited here for tourism."

"You visited before the flood! Haha, then you must have been to my home. We have a famous guesthouse called ’Heroic Jianghu’ at the foot of the mountain, and we were quite a popular spot," Yang Lake said.

Wang Xiaoya was taken aback; the term ’popular spot’ now felt distant.

Yet it was only half a year ago.

Realizing she had been without the internet for over half a year, her experiences during this period felt longer than her entire 20-some years.

She looked despondent, her eyes reddening as she thought of her relatives captured by the Firebird.

Yang Lake, thinking he had said something wrong, quickly added, "Hey, why are you crying?"

Yang the Third, ahead, turned around and scolded, "You two brats, shut up. Miss, do you know anyone from Yangshan?"

Wang Xiaoya shook her head slightly, "No, I heard Brother Tu Long say to come to Yangshan to report the news."

Yang the Third quickly asked, "You don’t know Mr. Liang either?"

Wang Xiaoya shook her head again, "I’m not from Yangshan Shelter."

Yang the Third smacked his lips, "Alright then, when we get to the temple, I’ll help you ask around if anyone knows this Tu Long. If he’s famous, someone should take us to see Mr. Liang."

Wang Xiaoya nodded, feeling uneasy. She didn’t know whether the people of Yangshan would rescue Brother Tu Long.