The night loosened its grip, but the dense rain showed no signs of stopping.
Inside Qingshan Camp, regardless of wealth, people did what they could to rent a tree house together.
If that wasn't possible, they'd buy a tent from Oak Grocery, set it up under the tree house, on the barely rain-shielded ground, and somehow make it through the day.
On such rainy days, hardly anyone insisted on going out to hunt zombies, choosing instead to hide in their houses, hoping for the rain to pass quickly.
Except for Mu Ying, who unfailingly rose early for cultivation every day.
But today, people noticed that the figure, who often stood motionless in front of trees, was crouching in the rain, busy with something.
Nie Ying, driven by curiosity, went over to look and saw that Mu Ying had enclosed a neat square with dead branches and was loosening the soil with a hoe.
"What are you doing?" she asked, puzzled.
