In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

"Holy shit!" Ye Ziming shouted, suddenly standing up.

Once the metal probe quickly retracts and disappears back under the floor, everything returns to normal.

Ye Ziming turned around, looked at Xu Shuai, and smiled meaningfully with the corners of his mouth turned down.

If such a thing existed, you should have said so earlier. He thought it would require manual labor to move it back and forth, carrying so many loads to reach a hundred tons.

Their eyes met, and they both picked up their drinks and took a sip at the same time.

Yang Kexin, standing to the side, looked at the two of them with a surprised expression, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

She had just recovered from the shock of what had happened, and now the two people in front of her had secretly reached an agreement.

The speed and the depth of the conspiracy were so great that she was completely unaware.

College students should be the kind of people with clear eyes who say what they mean.

"No, how come you two..." Yang Kexin interrupted, worried that the two might be eyeing each other.

Xu Shuai withdrew his gaze, remained silent for a few seconds, and then explained with a smile: "You can think of that probe as a metal collector. The metal it collects will be automatically stored in that room."

Following the direction Xu Shuai pointed, Ye Ziming and Yang Kexin both looked bewildered.

It was a white wall. What? Was liquid metal poured into the wall?

Xu Shuai stood up, walked quickly to the white wall, and snapped his fingers.

The central area of ​​the wall suddenly shrank, and the neatly divided wall surface automatically retracted to both sides, revealing a spacious room with irregularly shaped long objects placed on the floor inside.

"That's iron, that's silver... the shortest one is gold."

Xu Shuai patiently explained to the two of them and grabbed Ye Ziming, who was trying to break into the room.

"Those are all extremely compressed objects. Don't be fooled by their small size; they are quite heavy. Just observe them from a distance and don't touch them to avoid getting injured by the impact."

After the villa was renovated, the excess area was automatically decomposed, generating a considerable amount of raw materials.

Gold: 10 jin, Silver: 20 jin, Aluminum: 100 jin, Iron: 5 tons, Wood: 3 tons

Having finished answering the question, Xu Shuai waved his hand, and the wall quickly closed, fitting perfectly without revealing any abnormality.

Ye Ziming didn't believe in superstitions, so he snapped his fingers. When the wall didn't react, he scratched it with his fingernails.

Meeting Xu Shuai's stern gaze, he shrugged and mumbled, "Alright, alright, I won't go in to see."

This change briefly boosted her mood, but Yang Kexin's heavy heart was not effectively relieved.

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached a comfortable level, she mustered her courage and spoke rapidly, both afraid that Xu Shuai hadn't heard her clearly and worried that he had:

"Xu Shuai, can I ask you a question? Approximately how long does it take to fly from here to the hotel?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Shuai quickly performed the conversion.

At a flight speed of 1.5 meters per second, the flying house can only travel 18 kilometers in an hour.

This place is about 80 kilometers away from the hotel where Fang Lan was trapped, which is about 5 hours away.

Moreover, the direction in which the flying house moves is sometimes unaffected by the road.

"About 5 hours!" Xu Shuai gave a reasonable timeframe.

"Okay, I understand."

Having resolved her doubts, Yang Kexin felt much more at ease. She counted on her fingers, secretly calculating the metals she needed to collect.

Five hours is about five tons of metallic iron. With her effort and the help of the metal collector, it's not too difficult.

Having come to his senses, Xu Shuai took out his phone and opened the doomsday text message: "Since we're on the topic, let's discuss what's to come."

"it is good."

"I agree."

Yang Kexin and Ye Ziming answered one after the other, huddled together, looking at the text message and listening intently.

The text messages are short and startling, and they quickly take root in your mind after you read them.

Xu Shuai cleared his throat and pointed to the warning message: "I wonder what you two are thinking after reading these two paragraphs."

"Waiting for rescue or going to a shelter on your own are two normal options," Ye Ziming said, unable to see any major problem.

Yang Kexin didn't dare to express her opinion directly. She stared intently at Xu Shuai, trying to discern his inner thoughts before giving a reply.

"Kexin, you don't need to always put yourself in such a low position. Since the end of the world is coming, and we are fortunate enough to be together as a group, we are a whole. If you have any thoughts, just say them and speak freely."

Xu Shuai finally understood that Yang Kexin had been acting strangely from the beginning, as if she was deliberately trying to please him and was extremely worried about being abandoned.

However, she also carries many unspeakable burdens. Once she realizes that things are not going well and are not in line with her expectations, she feels bitter but dares not say it and can only suppress her discomfort.

Ye Ziming casually comforted him, "That's right, Lao Xu, you've finally said something sensible. You're a big star, you need to be more confident."

As soon as he said it, it was as if he was recalling a bad memory.

Then he suddenly stood up, and facing the bewildered Yang Kexin, he said in a serious tone and with clear enunciation, "I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself and vented my anger on you."

"No, it's okay, it's all over now."

Yang Kexin hurriedly got up and stretched out her hands, trying to lift up the apologetic Ye Ziming.

The other person simply bowed their head in apology, without actually bowing. She then casually brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and forced a happy smile.

"Alright, alright, let's leave this matter at that and get down to business."

After the two sat down again, Xu Shuai shared his thoughts: "I don't know if you two noticed the trickery involved, but you should patiently wait for rescue and head to the shelter on your own."

"The official intentions were certainly good, but..."

Xu Shuai tapped his phone screen, his face serious: "I wonder if you two have considered this issue carefully, taking into account human nature."

Wait patiently for rescue. Even setting aside whether rescue will be available by then, the very task of getting to a shelter on your own is crucial.

There are too many hidden changes. To give a simple example, the traffic jam time during long holidays always changes from year to year. Last year it was on the day of the holiday, but this year it's the day before the holiday...

"Oh! I see, it's like..." Ye Ziming, who quickly caught Xu Shuai's thoughts, raised his finger and was about to speak when Xu Shuai stopped talking, and the words he had just organized in his mind also disappeared.

Yang Kexin, whose eyes were darting around, quickly added, "You mean, some people will go to the shelter in advance, or perhaps, the moment they see the text message, they'll be thinking about how to set off."

"You've hit the nail on the head." Xu Shuai nodded in satisfaction.

This child is teachable. With a little more guidance, perhaps Yang Kexin can get him to reveal his plan to stay in Huadu City, collect more materials, and develop further.

"Oh dear, you beat me to it. I already thought of that." Ye Ziming looked annoyed, as if a good idea had been stolen from him.

Xu Shuai lowered his voice: "Actually, these are all minor issues. The most important thing is this: driving at night is prohibited, and violators will bear the consequences."