51: If it's not a ghost, he won't be afraid.

Jiang Fei did not return to Yulan Garden. She stored the stolen assault boat in the Supermarket warehouse and headed to Shengshi City.

That was the largest and most high-end shopping and entertainment mall in Lincheng, with a total of 15 floors.

Before the typhoon, she had seen Shengshi City's promotion for a unique high-altitude car show on June 6th.

The venue was the never-before-opened rooftop of Shengshi City, gathering new cars from hundreds of popular brands.

The 4S store floors were low, and most of the cars inside were waterlogged and scrapped, leaving only Shengshi City with a glimmer of hope.

However, Shengshi City was far from the urban area, usually taking four or five hours to drive, which was why she hadn't gone there until now.

With the current low temperatures and official Patrol Teams, it was inconvenient to go into the water to search for gold, so it was better to use this time to look for cars.

Soon, the water surface would completely freeze, making rubber boats and assault boats unusable, and then she would only be able to drive out.

Unfortunately, Crippled Wang would not give her that black Hummer.

Jiang Fei was still thinking about the Hummer and arrived at Shengshi City before dark.

The authorities had not taken over this place.

Shengshi City, once brightly lit, was now deserted and desolate, enveloped in oppressive darkness.

After putting on her protective suit, Jiang Fei climbed in through a second-floor French window, turning on her flashlight to illuminate the area.

Unexpectedly, there were no insects or survivors.

Scattered goods from the shops were strewn across the floor.

Jiang Fei picked and chose.

Xiao Hua Lao should like diamond jewelry and accessories, so she collected them to save for her.

Men's clothing, it didn't matter if it was waterlogged; she would have Lu Yu and Ling Zhaorui wash it clean for them to wear.

Cosmetics, skincare products, and face masks, all with sealed plastic outer packaging, could be taken to prevent skin cracking in cold or hot weather.

She also took some health supplements, especially calcium tablets, glucosamine, melatonin, immunity boosters, and endocrine regulators.

Long periods without sun exposure could lead to osteoporosis and rickets due to calcium deficiency, and also cause other diseases, so nutrient supplementation was essential.

Jiang Fei stored all the items in the Supermarket warehouse, but did not take food or warming supplies.

She was not lacking in these two things; rather than letting them gather dust in the warehouse, it was better to leave them for other survivors.

In her previous life, she had experienced the feeling of running to a store with high hopes, only to find no food at all.

It was like being struck a heavy blow, shattering all her will to live.

Jiang Fei headed to the top floor, collecting some solid wood furniture along the way, all made of excellent sandalwood.

She could display them for use and enjoy life when she had nothing to do, and when something happened, she could even dry them and chop them for firewood—how perfect!

The top floor of Shengshi City was over 10,000 square meters, and the car show was divided into five major exhibition areas: travel, sports car, off-road, SUV, and accessories.

However, due to the typhoon damaging the glass skylight, most of the cars were destroyed.

Jiang Fei explored three exhibition areas before finding two intact SUVs, both with all-black bodies, new models from a certain BMW and a certain Mercedes-Benz, each worth at least a million.

She finally had a car!

Jiang Fei immediately stored them in the Supermarket, and then in the travel area, she found a heavy-duty off-road RV, the Unimog, known as the 'King of Off-Road.'

There was no place it couldn't reach; whether on gravel roads or snow, it could speed along, making it arguably the preferred RV for the apocalypse.

She made a profit today!

Jiang Fei's eyes curved into a smile. After collecting the off-road RV, she went to the nearest accessories area.

She stored all the car accessories, such as snow tires, antifreeze, windshield washer fluid, brake fluid, air pumps, decorations, brake discs, seat cushions, floor mats, and on-board tools, into the Supermarket warehouse.

It was almost dawn.

To avoid encountering official Patrol Teams and other survivors, Jiang Fei reluctantly went downstairs and left.

She didn't notice the person lying beneath a scrapped sports car.

The young man desperately covered his mouth, not daring to breathe, feeling his worldview collapsing and rebuilding.

With a wave of her hand, the car disappeared—was she a sorceress? After waiting a while and confirming that Jiang Fei had left, the young man crawled out from under the car and frantically ran downstairs.

He stopped on the hovercraft parked outside the second floor of Shengshi City.

Uncle Liu looked at the young man who ran onto the boat, puzzled: “Young Master, why are you back early?”

The Young Master had said he wanted to explore Shengshi City tonight and forbade them from disturbing him.

They had been waiting here since the afternoon after clearing out the insects and mosquitoes.

“I want to go home! I don’t want to be in Lincheng anymore!”

Not understanding why the young man suddenly changed his mind, Uncle Liu wisely kept quiet. He told the bodyguard to start the boat, then returned and reported: “The matter you asked me to investigate last time has a result.”

“Those assault boats belong to a local group called Tiger Suppression Gang.”

“The girl is the new wife of Zhenhu Gang’s boss, named Jiang Zixuan, 22 years old this year, just returned from abroad. That’s all I found.”

The young man paused, then calmed down.

She looked only about 20 years old, and she was already married… If she wasn't a ghost, he wasn't afraid anymore.

If he could bring such a capable person home, his father would surely praise him.

“Find a way to invite Jiang Zixuan to meet me. Remember to be gentle and gentlemanly, don’t force her.”

The young man envisioned his father praising him, completely unaware that the “gray clothes” he and Uncle Liu spoke of were not the same person.

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Jiang Fei distributed the supplies found in Shengshi City to Lu Yu and the other two, then comfortably settled at home, eating and sleeping every day, occasionally tending to her crops.

Until the doorbell rang.

After a few days of a lazy life, Jiang Fei finally stepped out of her home.

Feeling the cold wind in the corridor, Jiang Fei involuntarily wrapped her cotton coat tighter, glancing at the outdoor thermometer she had placed in the corridor: -15℃.

The temperature was dropping slower than in her previous life.

She wondered if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Jiang Fei thought as she opened the electric door at the stairwell.

Feng Chenlu was wearing a military overcoat, holding a notebook.

“The authorities plan to send people to repair the damaged houses and need the community to register each household’s situation and the building materials needed. Does the 22nd floor have any areas that need repair?”

Jiang Fei shook her head: “All three households are fine.”

Feng Chenlu drew a line in her notebook.

“It’s almost a week now, and your quilts are still on the 3rd floor. The authorities have also distributed coal for heating. I’ll help you retrieve them after I finish my work today.”

Ever since she misunderstood Jiang Fei last time, Feng Chenlu wanted to make amends, and the 22nd floor was the first she asked when registering information.

“No need, I’ll go down and get them now.” Jiang Fei wanted to see the situation downstairs and politely declined Feng Chenlu’s offer.

“Then be careful. Some parts of the corridor are icy and very slippery.”

After reminding her, Feng Chenlu went downstairs to register house by house.

Jiang Fei returned to her room to change into a pair of non-slip shoes before going downstairs.

Wherever windows in the corridor were shattered, thick ice had formed, spreading downwards along the window to the wall.

The stairs were better, with only a few steps covered in thin ice.

With the coal and charcoal stoves provided by the authorities, everyone was hiding in their rooms to keep warm, completely unwilling to come out, and even less interested in who was going downstairs.

0301 on the third floor.

Lin Bo sat at the table, wrapped in a quilt, with a charcoal stove for heating at his feet. His face had dozens of small circular scars, so dense they were somewhat repulsive.

Jiang Fei: “I’m here to pick up the quilts and coal for 2103 and the three households on the 22nd floor.”

Ling Zhaorui and the others hadn’t been downstairs recently, so she would bring theirs up too.

Seeing it was Jiang Fei, Lin Bo’s expression instantly darkened: “None.”

Jiang Fei looked at the bags on the floor behind Lin Bo; one of them had her name written on it.

The authorities distributed supplies according to registered community information, essentially a real-name system, to prevent people from taking extra.

“My name is on the bag behind you.”

Lin Bo showed no embarrassment at being caught in a lie; instead, he challenged her: “Even if it is, I won’t give it to you. What can you do to me?”

This bitch threw bugs and snakes into his house, almost killing him. She could forget about getting any supplies!

“No matter who comes, as long as they’re from the 22nd floor, there will be no supplies!”