Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 279

At this point, Ye Xiangxiang smiled proudly. “I now have the ability to give you a better life, Uncle and Aunt. Have you heard of the Doomsday Trio? That’s the three of us!”

The Doomsday Trio had already earned a formidable reputation in the post-apocalyptic world.

However, for people like Ye Changming and his wife, who lived at the lower rungs of society, the name meant nothing. In fact, before this, Ye Changming hadn’t even heard of the “Doomsday Bulldozer.”

But because of Ye Shaohua, they had some understanding of these things.

Ye Xiangxiang also knew they might not be familiar—after all, these two had been struggling just to survive day to day.

“The Doomsday Trio… You’ve really done well for yourselves,” Ye Changming said. Before coming here, the person in charge of Zone B had eagerly briefed them about Ye Xiangxiang and her group. He looked at her with approval.

Ye Xiangxiang had no idea that the usually indifferent Zone B leader had been falling over himself to please Ye Changming.

Her heart swelled with excitement. She knew Ye Changming and his wife were just ordinary strength-based ability users.

In her past life, the couple had remained stuck at Level 1 strength abilities even after a year.

Now, only a few months into the apocalypse, she assumed they hadn’t progressed much.

A first-tier strength user could only live in Zone C at best.

“Uncle, Aunt, come take a look. There’s still a room here—you can stay here from now on,” Ye Xiangxiang led them to the remaining room in the house. “But since you’re both in the Capital Base now, you must have seen Ye Shaohua already, right?”

She suddenly asked.

Ye Changming found it strange.

Ye Shaohua and Ye Xiangxiang had always been close, treating each other like sisters.

Why was Ye Xiangxiang now referring to Ye Shaohua by her full name? It sounded so distant.

“Yes, we’re living with Shaohua now,” Ye Changming replied, making a mental note to ask Ye Xiangxiang later what was going on between them.

Hearing this, Ye Xiangxiang’s expression darkened. “Uncle, Aunt, you’ll have to move your things here yourselves. I was injured on a mission yesterday—my psychic energy was damaged, so I can’t help you carry your luggage right now.”

The moment he heard she was hurt, Ye Changming immediately pulled out some of the most precious medicine in the apocalypse—psychic recovery potions.

“You’re injured? Here, I still have a few bottles of this medicine. Drink it—it’ll help you recover.”

Ye Xiangxiang had been about to say that no medicine could heal her; she could only wait it out.

But seeing Ye Changming’s earnestness, she couldn’t refuse. She took the bottle and opened it, then looked at him solemnly.

“Uncle, Aunt, even though I’m bringing you here to live comfortably, I won’t be bringing Ye Shaohua over. I hope you can understand.”

Without Ye Shaohua around, everything had gone smoothly for her. She had worked so hard to reach this point—how could she let Ye Shaohua come and take advantage of them again, only to get them all killed in the end?

Hearing this, Ye Changming looked surprised.

“Why would Shaohua need to come here? She wouldn’t come.”

Someone like her—of course she’d want to come.

Ye Xiangxiang took a sip of the medicine, planning to humor him.

But the moment it touched her lips, her psychic energy surged back, nearly fully restored.

Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at Ye Changming, her voice trembling.

“Uncle… where did you get this medicine?”

This… wasn’t this the legendary top-tier medicine that had been circulating in the apocalypse a month ago?

“You mean this?” Ye Changming casually pulled out several more bottles from his pocket and placed them on the table. “Shaohua gave them to me. She’s developed a lot of this stuff. Your aunt and I aren’t too fond of the taste, but if you like it, I can have someone send over a few more bottles for you.”