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Chapter 355 Mary Sue's Overbearing Desk Mate (44)

The profits this time were significantly lower than during the day, but I got everything I wanted.

All the supplies were absorbed by the dilapidated little house.

The mattress and bedding were absorbed into the room after they were brought in, resulting in an upgrade to the bed.

Qingyao raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling that this was not bad; her germaphobia had been well appeased.

After the bed is upgraded, the mattress and bedding will automatically appear on the bed.

Everything else was also turned into options for them to choose from.

At first, Qingyao might not have realized why, but after discovering that even the weapons were on the wall, she understood that this was actually a hidden rule.

—A safe house is a relatively safe rest area.

In the zombie world, all items are more or less contaminated with the zombie virus, and the safe house transforms them, rendering them harmless.

As a result, both Qingyao and Xuanyuan Wudi obtained weapons that suited their needs.

Qingyao didn't want any of those fancy weapons; she chose the Tang straight sword instead.

Xuanyuan Wudi chose a barely usable iron sword. He would stay in the safe house on the first night, so the difficulty shouldn't be too high. If nothing unexpected happened, he probably wouldn't need the weapon.

It's better to be prepared than not.

The supplies the two casually picked up along the way gave them a little surprise after being converted.

There's an extra set of knives in the kitchen, an extra wardrobe and bedside table in the room, and an extra shower room with a separate wet and dry area in the bathroom.

Xuanyuan Wudi carefully washed himself before starting to cook.

Unlike the world outside, it was dinnertime inside the safe house.

While Qingyao was taking a bath, Xuanyuan Wudi finished preparing dinner.

Unfortunately, there was no way to improve the seafood or try to extend its shelf life, so it was all put into the pot.

When Qingyao came out of the shower, she was drying her hair with a towel when she saw a table full of sumptuous seafood.

Suddenly understanding the meaning of the word "virtuous and capable," Qingyao's appetite returned, and she replenished her energy in one go.

As we reorganized the supplies and planned what to do next, it was already late at night.

The bracelet vibrated, and a message appeared on the wall: "No sound is allowed after 10 p.m.

Qingyao raised an eyebrow: "It's quite early to rest? Then let's go to sleep."

After a busy and fruitful day, she was honestly quite tired.

Xuanyuan Wudi naturally had no objections.

In this environment, neither of them could achieve deep sleep; they both closed their eyes to rest and conserve the energy that had been forcibly suppressed to the level of ordinary people.

Just two hours after I dozed off, a second after 00:00, I heard a rustling sound as something touched the door.

The noise wasn't loud; after making a fuss outside the two doors for a while, it moved to the only window.

Qingyao opened her eyes a crack, and through her curled eyelashes, she saw the monster outside the window clinging to the glass, staring longingly into the room.

Those large, bloodshot, protruding, bright red eyes rolled back and forth, seemingly searching for something.
Perhaps they are wary of something?
The eyes were moving too fast and never fixed on any one point. Even if Qingyao's intelligence was off the charts, she couldn't guess the logic behind a monster's behavior.

Seemingly realizing it couldn't get into the room, the monster, unwilling to give up, scratched the glass with its sharp claws, making a scratching noise like a cat scratching board.

A series of piercing noises and creaking sounds followed, but the monster's long-awaited scream never came.

This disappointed it, and even its bright eyes lost their gleaming shine.

Unable to provoke anyone in the house to break the rules, the monster turned away, unwilling to give up.

Just as it turned around, the window that it had been scratching so hard suddenly opened silently, and a sword shot out with lightning speed, like pear blossoms fluttering in the wind. By the time the monster reacted and roared, it had only made an angry opening of its mouth before its body, like assembled building blocks, shattered and scattered on the ground.

The two large lamps bounced a few times, their nerve twitching continuing, but the light went out completely.

Xuanyuan Wudi expressionlessly sheathed his sword, silently closed the window, returned to the bedside, and fell asleep fully clothed, still holding his sword.

Qingyao, who was sleeping inside, was a step behind. Seeing that the little one had already finished, she simply turned around and crawled back into the quilt.

The night passed peacefully, and the cycle of opening doors to explore, collect supplies, and organize them resumed the next day.

For three consecutive days, the difficulty level was the same: the morning was the easiest, the crisis began at noon, and at night, ghosts appeared when the door was opened.

The two worked together seamlessly, each exploring a door in the morning and at noon, and then choosing a relatively safe door to enter together in the evening.

With supplies continuously replenished, they were able to ensure they had enough to eat and wear for at least half a month within three days, and they even acquired a two-story villa with a drying room and an underground storage room.

If the two continue to loot, they could probably upgrade their small house to a small villa in another three days.

But goose.

The joy of free shopping, and the time without disturbance, was too short. Just as the two got used to this mode, the scene outside the door on the fourth day made them wary.

For the past three days, apart from occasionally encountering another "door" that opens into the same world, the two have been almost entirely in single-player mode.

This morning, when I opened two doors, six or seven "anywhere doors" appeared outside each door.

While observing the situation outside without making a sound, Qingyao found the latest rule change.

"A cycle of three days."

Once the rules are stated, the correct ones will be displayed on the wall, while the wrong ones will be punished, leaving warmth for the explorers to enjoy after they fall asleep at night.

As soon as Qingyao finished speaking, a new, explicit rule appeared on the wall.

The explorers outside the door sensed something, looked down at their bracelets, and began to curse.

"Damn it, which group of bastards is it now? They've found another rule so quickly, and another ghost is going to be trying to break into my door tonight!"

"Ha, you're the one who's just trying to pry open the door? I stare at the monster outside my window every night, and what have I said?"

"What's there to be afraid of? As long as the safe house meets the standards, the monsters can't get in."

"You mean, people who don't meet the standards can still enter the house?"

"Would you know if you try it?"

Why don't you give it a try?

……

The rest of the argument was just pointless chatter, and Qingyao, too lazy to listen anymore, turned to look at Xuanyuan Wudi.

"So? Any thoughts?"

They rarely encounter other teams. Occasionally, they do run into one, but it's either a pair of clueless fools like the one Qingyao met, or someone with ill intentions who wants to gain something for nothing.

Qingyao never hesitates to deal with them; anyone who dares to provoke her should bear all the consequences.

Xuanyuan Wudi then embarked on a path of rampage and escalation, becoming a tyrannical dragon overlord.

In addition to the usual supplies, the two also occasionally found the explorers' relics.

The safe house had its eye on those relics, but its notification that they could be recovered was ignored, so it had to give up in frustration.

To this end, Xuanyuan Wudi also discovered a hidden rule.

Unexpected treasures cannot be forcibly confiscated as materials, but they can be used to entice people to upgrade by using treasures as collateral!