Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 245: I had a dream.

Chapter 245: I had a dream.

Lin Murong had a dream last night.

It wasn’t a daydream, just a normal dream at night.

But he didn’t dream of a pink shovel.

It was zombies.

Zombies he had headshot, but they staggered to their feet and kept chasing after him, roaring to bite him.

But they didn’t even have heads, so it was a mystery how they made any sound.

A few, a dozen, a few hundred, Lin Murong wasn’t scared.

After all, he was an Advanced Superpower User. Some headless zombies, he didn’t take them seriously.

But there weren’t just a few hundred; it was freaking tens of thousands.

Countless.

Once Lin Murong saw how many zombies there were, he didn’t think twice before he took off running, knowing he couldn’t beat them, absolutely couldn’t beat them.

Although he felt his physical strength was pretty good, freaking tens of thousands of zombies…

He couldn’t beat them, really couldn’t.

He was scared.

Fearless of heaven and earth, but at this moment, he was afraid.

He ran and ran, faster than a mutated rabbit, but the zombies chasing him got faster too, faster and faster.

And then Lin Murong also got faster and faster.

As he ran, a pit appeared in front of him, he jumped; as he ran, a lake appeared, he swam; as he ran, a sea appeared.

Lin Murong: “???”

He couldn’t swim across a sea, screw it, let’s just give up.

Although he thought about giving up, the zombies were getting closer and closer. Lin Murong reflected for a moment and decided, compared to jumping into the sea, he couldn’t accept being caught by zombies. So he just flung himself into the sea.

Then he woke up.

After waking up, he felt a profound sense of loss.

When he woke up, it was still midnight.

The thought of the zombie horde in his dream made him shiver.

That’s it, can’t sleep now.

Wuuuuu…

Why did Su Yinhe dream of a pink shovel.

And all he dreamed of was zombies.

They say your daytime thoughts lead to night-time dreams, but he was clearly thinking of a pink shovel!

Why would he dream of zombies.

All zombies.

Wuuuuu…

It’s unscientific.

All zombies!

During the day, Lin Murong went to ask Su Yinhe.

Su Yinhe frowned and pondered for a moment, then confidently bamboozled him.

“It’s definitely because you didn’t daydream. You had a normal dream at night, so you didn’t dream about it.”

“A normal dream, but that dream I had was not normal,” Lin Murong retorted. Tens of thousands of zombies.

“That’s not important. What’s important is that you need to dream during the day. So…” Su Yinhe suddenly became serious.

“Go to sleep now.”

Su Yinhe waved him off.

Like shooing away a little dog.

And Lin Murong, clueless as ever, actually believed Su Yinhe’s nonsense and really ran off to sleep, ready to have a daydream.

Lin Murong fell asleep fairly quickly, but this time, he did not dream about a pink shovel. What he dreamed about was a horde of zombies dressed in pink skirts.

Roar roar roar.

Roar roar roar.

Lin Murong: “…”

A sea of pink, innumerable, no telling how many zombies there were.

Certainly more than tens of thousands.

This time, Lin Murong had experience. His brain didn’t even have time to react when his legs started moving; he ran and ran, leaped over pits, swam across lakes, and finally swam into the sea.

And then he woke up again.

Lin Murong was totally confused.

Why, why was it happening?

Wasn’t he daydreaming?

How could he still dream about that horde of zombies?

Could it really be that he just didn’t deserve it?

Sob sob sob sob…

Lin Murong, crestfallen, went to find Su Yinhe.

“Galaxy, I still haven’t dreamt of the pink shovel.”

Seeing Lin Murong so downcast, Su Yinhe’s non-existent conscience twinged a little.

She should die.

She actually deceived Lin Murong, but, cough cough cough…

She actually felt no remorse.

Damn it.

She was too damn bad.

Su Yinhe felt a tiny bit guilty for a moment, then continued to heartlessly tease Lin Murong.

She found Lin Murong to be quite interesting.

Teasing Lin Murong was very amusing.

“Maybe it’s because your sleeping position is wrong. Try changing it,” Su Yinhe said without even a hint of red on her face.

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“Are you sure?” Lin Murong looked doubtful.

Why did he always feel something was off with what Galaxy said?

“Really, it’s just that your sleeping position is wrong. If it’s right, you will definitely dream of a pink shovel,” Su Yinhe asserted with conviction.

“Okay. Then I’ll try again.” Su Yinhe’s lie was absurd, but even more absurd was that Lin Murong believed it.

The first time he sensed something was wrong, he was fooled; the second time he realized it wasn’t right, but still let Su Yinhe muddle him through.

In short, the idiot Lin Murong totally didn’t catch on.

He happily went along and was eager to try.

Chi Yan saw this and wanted to remind him, but seeing Su Yinhe’s intrigued demeanor, he eventually swallowed what he wanted to say.

It was better to wait for Lin Murong to realize it on his own.

That way, he would learn his lesson.

Chi Yan even came up with a righteous reason for it and continued to watch Su Yinhe amuse herself with Lin Murong.

Lin Murong was obedient. If Su Yinhe said there was a problem with the position, he would change his sleeping position.

And he fell asleep instantly; falling asleep was still very quick for him.

Then, he dreamt again and again of zombies, this time dressed in red skirts.

Lin Murong repeated the steps he’d done before.

After waking up, Lin Murong felt even more melancholic.

Sigh.

He thought about it, changed his position, and continued to sleep.

He didn’t dream of it, so the wrong thing he saw must be due to his sleeping position being incorrect.

Once, twice, thrice…

Until night fell.

Lin Murong still hadn’t dreamt of the pink shovel; his mind was filled with one after another, a vast swath of zombies.

Aaaaaah!

He had tried every imaginable position, so why didn’t he believe?

What other positions could there possibly be?

Faced with this question, Su Yinhe’s answer was…

“Well, this depends on luck. If you’re lucky, any position you choose will be the right one. If you’re not, then no matter how you position yourself, it won’t work.” Ah, the more she spoke, the more mystical it got.

Bizarre.

Su Yinhe gathered her thoughts, then continued to hoodwink Lin Murong.

“But… to rely on luck for this is just too much.” Lin Murong felt very sad; he didn’t have any luck.

He was never the one for such good fortune.

Sob sob sob sob sob sob sob…

He shouldn’t have hoped for a bargain.

Sob sob sob…

“There there, don’t be sad anymore. If you want, I’ll give you a few more,” Su Yinhe teased, thinking it was time to sweeten the deal.

“Really? For real?” Lin Murong was just wailing, but he hadn’t expected that after a couple of howls, he would get the pink shovels.

Suddenly, Lin Murong wasn’t upset anymore.

Holding the five new pink shovels, Lin Murong was so happy he was beside himself.

Now he had many, many pink shovels.

Happiness came just like that.

Joyful, happy, still happy.