Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

Claws are his primary offensive weapon, spikes are useful for both offense and defense, and Gluttony is the core ability that allows him to grow infinitely stronger.

Their physical fitness is almost twice that of the average person.

This power filled him with a sense of security.

He walked to the other side of the plantation and pushed open the door.

It's warm and humid inside, and the central air conditioning works very well, providing humidification, ventilation, and heating.

The potato sprouts have grown a little taller, and the shiitake mushroom caps have opened up a bit.

well.

He closed the door and went into another room, the kitchen.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

Place the convenience store's double-door refrigerator in the corner of the kitchen.

Then, he neatly arranged the rice, flour, cooking oil, and various seasonings he had previously scavenged from the convenience store onto a metal rack. Next to the rack was a stove with an induction cooker, microwave, and rice cooker.

He put all kinds of frozen meat and canned snacks into the refrigerator.

After doing all this, he looked at the filled corner and a thought popped into his mind.

perfect.

He went back to the bedroom.

I took out the folding table and four chairs that I had previously looted and placed them against the wall.

He looked at the wooden bed and scratched his head.

He couldn't understand how he slept last night; there wasn't even a blanket, just a wooden board.

He took out a thick mattress from the system space and laid it on the wooden bed.

Several wool blankets were spread on it, along with pillows and quilts.

Looking around, this simple basement finally began to resemble a home.

Although the walls are still made of cement.

Just then.

"Click".

The bathroom door opened.

Wang Jie, wrapped in a white bath towel, walked out from inside.

Her hair was still dripping wet, her face had a rosy blush from just taking a shower, and her skin was fair and delicate.

Song Qing stopped moving.

He had thought the woman was beautiful before, but he never expected her to be this stunning after she had washed up.

Her curves are beyond description.

It was a body that had reached a certain level of maturity.

Beneath the bath towel, those long legs, over a meter long, were exposed to the air.

Plump, round, straight, and without any excess fat.

She had a beauty mark on her oval face.

Song Qing felt a bit feverish.

But the pain of betrayal calmed him down a little, just a little.

"I...I'm done washing."

Wang Jie's voice was tinged with shyness. She gripped the edge of the bath towel tightly with both hands, her head lowered, not daring to look at Song Qing.

"Um."

Song Qing squeezed out a single word.

"I'm going to take a shower too."

He picked up the change of clothes Wang Jie had found for him and went into the bathroom.

Hot water gushed from the showerhead and poured over him.

This was the first time he had taken a hot bath since the end of the world.

He looked down at his body.

The soft flesh on his lower abdomen, which he used to have because he was from a wealthy family, has now disappeared.

Instead, eight-pack abs exude power.

It looks so cool.

He showered for about half an hour, then wrapped himself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as I stepped outside, I smelled the aroma of vegetables.

Song Qing's stomach let out a disapproving growl.

Saliva started to flow.

He's almost forgotten what cooked food tastes like. He hasn't had a full meal in the past two weeks.

He went to the kitchen.

Then I saw that Wang Jie had changed into a gray sweater and jeans and was cooking in front of an induction cooker.

The pot was sizzling, and that's where the aroma was coming from.

"Cumin-flavored lamb?" Song Qing asked.

Before the apocalypse, he had eaten all kinds of delicacies and never thought that a plate of home-style cumin lamb was anything special.

But now, just that smell alone has driven him completely mad.

Wang Jie was startled by the voice behind her and turned around.

When she saw Song Qing, she was completely stunned.

The man was shirtless, wearing only a bath towel.

Song Qing's muscles aren't the kind of dead muscles you get from working out in the gym.

It's not the meat of a bull that's been plundered through gluttony.

Wang Jie's face turned red instantly, and she quickly turned around.

"Um……"

He whispered a single word and dared not turn back.

Song Qing ignored her reaction and walked over to her, looking at the food in the pot.

"I remember the lamb was frozen, how did it thaw so quickly?"

His question made Wang Jie pause for a moment.

She blushed and answered softly.

"I...I saw a can of lamb in the fridge, so I used that."

Song Qing nodded.

Just then.

Ding--

The rice cooker next to me made a soft sound, and its indicator light turned green.

The rice is cooked.

Song Qing walked over and opened the lid of the rice cooker.

A long-lost aroma of rice wafted out.

He looked at the distinct grains of rice, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar.

The next second, before Wang Jie could react...

Song Qing directly reached out his ruthless iron hand and scooped it up!

"Ouch! It's so hot!"

Wang Jie exclaimed in surprise.

Song Qing grabbed a handful of piping hot rice and stuffed it into her mouth without batting an eye.

It's very hot.

But for his current physical condition of 19 points, this temperature is perfectly tolerable.

The rice smells delicious.

Wang Jie was completely stunned.

She stood there, her mouth agape, completely unable to comprehend the man's behavior.

Eat freshly cooked rice with your bare hands?

Doesn't he feel the heat?

Song Qing finished her meal and let out a satisfied sigh.

He patted Wang Jie on the shoulder.

"You go ahead and cook, I'm going to lie down for a bit."

After saying that, he turned and left the kitchen.

Wang Jie was left alone, standing there in a daze.

Song Qing returned to her 20-square-meter living room, which also served as her bedroom.

Looking at the bed covered with a mattress and a wool blanket.

I lay down on it immediately.

so comfortable.

He closed his eyes and began to savor this hard-won warmth.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he took his phone out of his pocket.

The screen lights up, showing the time as 9 PM.

He opened the community WeChat group.

Upon opening, numerous unread messages immediately popped up.

The group chat exploded with discussion.

"Ye Chen is a devil! A complete madman!"

"Old Li is dead! All for two packs of instant noodles! He was shot dead by Ye Chen!"

"The gold-for-food thing is a lie! He just wants to kill for his own amusement!"

"I saw it with my own eyes. Old Li went to him with a gold bar, but before he could even exchange two words, he was shot in the head! Blood was everywhere!"

"That's terrible... Old Li's wife and children are still at home."

"You beast! Ye Chen, you beast!"

Angry messages flooded the screen.

Song Qing looked on expressionlessly.

Ye Chen.

Has it really gotten to this level of utter depravity?

Killing for pleasure.

This is completely different from the Ye Chen I remember.

He was a complete egoist, a madman who treated human life like dirt.

He turned off his phone.

Ye Chen's villa is like an alloy tortoise shell.

We have to wait.

Waiting for an opportunity for Ye Chen to leave that turtle shell.

Song Qing was very patient.

His biggest advantage right now is that Ye Chen believes he is dead.

A dead person will not arouse any alarm.

He even sneered inwardly.