Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 231: Cannot stop even if one wants to

Chapter 231: Cannot stop even if one wants to

After Su Yinhe buried all the supplies, she set out with her pink little shovel.

She needed to find a suitable place nearby to hide things.

Burying the supplies in the ground for a day or two was fine, shielded in bags, but if buried for too long, they would spoil.

She had to act fast.

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But speed wasn’t something Song Ya could control at will.

The vicinity was too peaceful, and no suitable hiding place was to be found.

Eventually, she traveled far, very far, before arriving at a spot.

A small cave on the mountainside.

Very hidden, if her eyesight hadn’t been good, she would have missed it.

She discovered it by accident when she fell.

This little cave was perfect, although she called it little, it was actually quite spacious and very dry inside with no animal droppings.

It was also well concealed, not easy to stumble upon.

It was just a bit far.

But that was okay, she could move things there.

It was only a bit far after all.

Once she identified the spot, Song Ya began huffing and puffing as she transported the rice.

She didn’t move it all at once.

She transported a bag each day, encountering zombies on her way, which was when the pink little shovel Su Yinhe gifted her came into play.

One shovel for each zombie.

Transporting rice even allowed her to collect Crystal Cores.

The zombies were so plentiful on the road that she collected enough Crystal Cores each day to buy several bags of rice.

She had originally planned to move the rice buried in the ground, but the road was so teeming with unaware zombies that she hadn’t had the chance to dig it up before buying and moving new bags.

There were just too many.

Really, there were far too many.

The supplies she had now accumulated were more than she had ever dared to dream of before.

She could hardly believe that she had managed to amass so many supplies.

And all of this was brought to her by the kind, beautiful, and generous owner.

The owner also gave her a pink little shovel, an incredible tool, perfect for digging and slicing through zombie skulls.

One shovel for each.

Even the fierce colleague kept a sense of cuteness.

She loved it so much.

Even though she was past the age for it, every time the pink little shovel sliced off a zombie’s head, a wave of pleasure rose in her heart.

She felt so happy.

Happiness made her almost forget about that despicable couple.

She didn’t know if it was because she now had more supplies, but she no longer fixated on hating that couple and seeking revenge.

Her thoughts had changed, she still intended to take revenge on that couple, but more importantly, she wanted to give herself a happy life.

Her life couldn’t just be about revenge, focusing only on that couple.

She needed a new life, she couldn’t continue to dwell in the past.

She had been hurt in the past, she would take fierce revenge, but she couldn’t just dwell on it.

Once she had cleared her mind, Song Ya worked with a smile on her face.

Her eyes curved into a smile.

Su Yinhe felt good seeing her like this.

She liked this personality.

Each time Song Ya came in, she would compliment Su Yinhe’s outlandish flattery, who wouldn’t love that.

Anyway, she loved her. She really did.

“You like hearing praises from others, and I can praise you too. Do you have a pink shovel for me too?” Lin Murong inquired, still fixated on the pink little shovel after cleaning.

He still wanted it.

Surely he couldn’t have cleaned for nothing.

Su Yinhe: “One word, scram.”

“Wu wu wu… I want one too… Why does she have one and I don’t? Isn’t this unfair?” Lin Murong complained, feeling aggrieved.

Su Yinhe: “???”

Frightened.

“Alright, alright, if you… if you mop the floor one more time for me, I’ll give you the pink shovel.”

“Okay, I’m on it.” Desperate for the pink little shovel, Lin Murong was extraordinarily enthusiastic.

So eager that it even frightened Su Yinhe a little.

But her fear was quickly forgotten as new customers arrived at the supermarket.

These past few days, Song Ya was the only customer, and although she would spout extravagant flattery, it was getting tiresome to hear the same things.

Hmm…

Ptooey, ptooey, that wasn’t the most important part.

The most important thing was that she wanted new customers, and new customers meant new possibilities.

It wasn’t because she wanted to hear more flattery.

She wasn’t that kind of person.

This time, the new customer was a man, a man who was at death’s door.

Even worse than Song Ya’s last time.

Song Ya had simply fainted from hunger and thirst.

This man, he hadn’t just fainted; he was also covered in bloodstains.

And it seemed like the bloodstains were his own.

He looked pitiful.

He was about to step into the supermarket when he fainted, collapsing into the store.

Su Yinhe: “…”

Fangfang: “…”

Couldn’t he have held on a little longer?

He had to faint this early.

Su Yinhe felt like she might have been a tad unsympathetic.

That was her actual thought.

She was guilty.

Su Yinhe felt a little repentant.

The moment Lin Murong returned after mopping the floor, leaving the supermarket floor so shiny you could see your reflection, he saw a corpse-like object covered in blood splayed across the freshly mopped floor!

Lin Murong: “!!!”

He was about to commit murder.

Murder!

His floor!

“What are you doing? Why are you angrily wielding that mop? You’re not thinking of hitting him, are you?” Su Yinhe asked, her face full of shock as she looked at him.

That’s her new customer.

He hadn’t even shopped yet, and he was about to be beaten?

No way.

“Wuu wuu wuu wuu… The floor is dirty, my pink little shovel…” Lin Murong was terribly aggrieved.

His floor that he had just mopped.

His shovel.

“You, you, you… don’t be like this, I’m scared. I’ll give it to you, I’ll give it to you,” Su Yinhe trembled.

She wasn’t afraid of anything else, just Lin Murong’s whimpers.

Su Yinhe hurriedly handed over the shovel to him.

Thank goodness she thought the pink shovel was cute when she bought a couple extra.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had one to give now.

Lin Murong, upon getting his longed-for pink shovel, became cheerful and ran out with Fangfang in his arms.

He didn’t care about the man who dirtied the floor anymore.

Gripping the shovel, he was like a wild horse galloping away.

Su Yinhe: “???”

What was this situation?

Su Yinhe was a bit confused.

But with Lin Murong gone, far gone, all she could do was stay confused.

Incidentally, she sat there waiting for the man to wake up.

He should wake up on his own, right?

Hopefully.

He wouldn’t die here, would he?

That would mean calling Lin Murong back to drag away the corpse.

Su Yinhe watched the melodramatic TV show, glancing occasionally at the man lying on the ground to see if there was any movement.

Unfortunately, there was none.

Su Yinhe watched on, too lazy to turn her head back to check again.

She focused on her melodramatic show.

The drama was reaching an exciting point.

Tense and thrilling.

The actors let loose, their performances were good.

The plot was ludicrous, but they had such a sense of conviction as actors that she could believe these outrageous and melodramatic scenarios were real.

She just couldn’t stop watching.

Loved it to death.