Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1501: Daliangdu Museum

The young man from yesterday sat on the sofa, with the two twin girls clinging to him like koalas, staring warily at the long-haired girl in an apron who was cooking.

Asuka angrily placed her hands on her hips, puffed out her cheeks, and pointed fiercely at the twins with her right hand.

"They're your little sisters! Why do they always have to cling to you? I'm your girlfriend!"

Rin-chan and Ai-chan hugged Yuuji tightly and said in unison, "Rin-chan (Ai-chan) won't let you have big brother!"

Meanwhile, Yuuji, the male lead in all this, could only smile helplessly and chuckle.

Zhang Yi rubbed his nose. Why did this scene feel so familiar?

But that wasn't what he was concerned about.

Yesterday, he remembered cutting a wound on Yuuji's body.

But looking at him now, that wound had completely disappeared!

Zhang Yi furrowed his brow, filled with doubt.

But soon, he spotted something that made his gaze sharpen.

On the floor in front of the sofa was a small patch of bloodstains.

This was left behind from Zhang Yi's attack yesterday, proving that Yuuji had indeed been wounded by him.

And unlike the Slit-Mouthed Woman and Wheel-Entering-Way.

When they were eliminated, even the biological tissue collected would vanish, reforming their original bodies.

These residents of Edo City were not the same as the night's demonic entities.

"Since it's not a reset, it must be a regenerative ability."

Zhang Yi stroked his chin. "Next time, I'll try killing one! Let's see if they can come back to life."

Zhang Yi didn't plan to act now, because he still had other things to do next.

So with a single Spatial Shift, he appeared outside the house, bringing Yang Xinxin and Zhou Ke'er along.

"Let's go!"

Only after leaving did he tell them what he had seen and heard.

"Are they... really alive?"

Zhou Ke'er raised this question.

"They turn into immobile puppets after nightfall, and any injuries sustained at night heal by day. No matter how you look at it, they're no longer ordinary humans!"

She looked at the vast Edo City, feeling a bone-chilling cold.

"Could it be that everyone in Edo died long ago? And they're being controlled by some powerful Transcendent, existing in an illusory form?"

Zhang Yi rubbed his chin and nodded. "That's certainly possible. At the very least, judging from what we saw yesterday and today, they're essentially repeating the same activities. It's just like... ghosts!"

...

In another direction of Edo City, Fatty Xu, Uncle Yu, and Huahua returned to the tavern from yesterday.

The terrifying scene from yesterday was still vivid in their minds.

They remembered the black ghostly hand that destroyed the tavern. Logically, so many people should have died with it, causing some panic.

But when they arrived again, they saw something astonishing.

The original tavern had indeed been destroyed, with the ruins still standing.

But among the rubble, there wasn't a single human corpse!

"Where did all those bodies go? Strange, this is too strange!"

Fatty Xu's face paled.

Just then, Uncle Yu pointed to a street corner not far away.

"Chunlei, look over there!"

Fatty Xu followed Uncle Yu's gaze and saw another bar had appeared on the other side of the street.

It was clearly hastily built, apparently converted from a grilled chicken shop. The original tavern's sign had replaced the grilled chicken shop's signboard, and because it was hung in a hurry, it was slightly crooked.

Fatty Xu swallowed his saliva. "Uncle Yu, let's go check it out."

"Alright."

Uncle Yu didn't waste words, and the two walked toward the new tavern.

The same waiter from yesterday greeted them at the door, and then the hostess in a white kimono warmly welcomed them, asking what kind of girls they liked.

And here, Fatty Xu saw the hostess from yesterday, the one whose head he had accidentally knocked off.

She still wore skimpy clothes, casting a seductive glance at Fatty Xu. Her neck was perfectly seamless, with no trace of any wound.

But looking at her pale face, Fatty Xu felt the blood in his veins nearly freeze!

...

Following the original plan, Deng Shentong and the others operated around the Daliangdu Museum.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yi, accompanied by Mu Yan, Zhou Ke'er, and Yang Xinxin, went directly to the Daliangdu Museum.

He stored Zhou Ke'er and Yang Xinxin in his shadow, confirmed the internal layout of the Daliangdu Museum, and then used a Spatial Shift to reach the museum's restroom.

Zhang Yi pushed open the restroom door, walked to the sink, adjusted his appearance in the mirror, made sure he looked no different from the local Edo residents, and then stepped into the museum's hallway.

The Daliangdu National Museum was one of the largest museums in all of Neon. It housed a vast collection of ancient artifacts from both Neon and abroad.

Among them, a considerable number came from Huaxu Nation.

Zhang Yi casually strolled into the exhibition hall. According to the map, there was a dedicated area for displaying Huaxu artifacts.

During the daytime, the number of visitors here was not small, and people could be seen everywhere commenting on the artifacts.

Zhang Yi walked forward at a leisurely pace.

Many of these artifacts he had never heard of, but he could recognize them as coming from Huaxu at a glance.

Bronze vessels, ink-wash paintings, and some thread-bound ancient texts—these all bore cultural characteristics that did not belong to Neon.

Zhang Yi admired these artifacts through the glass, feeling an impulse to take them all away.

But that impulse faded in an instant.

It was already the apocalypse. Most artifacts had no practical value.

As the saying goes, antiques thrive in prosperous times, gold in chaotic ones. In the apocalypse, they were useless to most people.

For now, the priority was to find the target of their trip. As for the rest, he could take them along the way when the time came.

Zhang Yi walked through the Chinese Hall, carefully searching for his target.

To his surprise, it didn't take long before he found Wang Shouren's "Philosophy of the Mind" in an ancient text exhibition area.

It lay quietly in the glass case, as if it had been immersed for centuries, waiting like an ancient person longing to be brought back to its homeland.

Zhang Yi slowly walked up to it, staring at the handwritten traditional characters.

"Is this it?"

Zhang Yi lowered his head, squinting as he carefully examined the patterns on it. He didn't have strong enough spiritual perception to sense the residual supernatural powers from centuries ago through the glass case.