Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

Like a true ghost, he slipped silently through the crack in the half-open door and into the room.

A strong stench of sweat, smoke, and an indescribable meaty smell wafted towards me.

There were seven men in the room.

An abnormally obese man is sitting on a single sofa.

Song Qing recognized him immediately; he was the eldest brother.

If this fat man were rendered into oil, it could probably power the Titanic for another round trip.

The other six men were either smoking or playing cards.

Besides the fat boss, two of his underlings also had the same TEC-9 pins clipped to their waists.

Three guns.

Song Qing dared not make any rash moves and simply watched quietly.

But he soon noticed something even more disgusting.

In the corner of the room, a barbecue grill was built from bricks around a window railing.

Next to the grill, there was a pile of cleaned bones.

Femur, ribs...

It's human!

On that makeshift grill, there was a piece of ***** that had been charred black.

These people are also cannibalizing people.

Song Qing stood behind the door, looking inside.

The second brother, who had gone out to investigate, returned quickly.

"Brother, it's nothing. It's just that the window over there in the hallway is broken somehow, and there's no one outside."

The fat boss grunted an "uh-huh," not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

"It's probably just frozen and cracked, no need to worry about it."

"Damn, that scared me."

The second brother cursed, tossed the gun onto the bed, and walked to the card table.

"Come on, let's keep going!"

The room became noisy again.

"That's what the fat boss said."

"Fifth brother, bring me a piece of meat."

"Okay, big brother!"

A man with a scar on his face immediately scurried over and handed a large piece of roasted meat to the fat man.

The fat leader took it, grabbed the roasted meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Damn, this woman is so young, much better than that guy from the other day."

He ate while making his comments.

"Hehe, you're right, bro. That guy's all skin and bones, so skinny," the henchman said with a laugh.

"That woman used to be so tough. Now she's in our bellies."

A burst of laughter filled the room.

Song Qing stood there, listening to their conversation, feeling a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

These people can no longer be called human beings.

They are a bunch of beasts in human skin.

Just then, the fat leader spoke.

"Fifth brother, go and get me some more meat."

"Alright, brother!" A man with a scar on his face immediately stood up eagerly.

Song Qing looked at the man called Lao Wu and walked towards room 205 next door.

He followed them silently.

Lao Wu opened the door to room 205.

Song Qing followed him into the room, and when he saw the scene inside, he froze.

In room 205, there was no bed or furniture, only a pile of corpses.

Because of the frigid temperatures of minus fifty degrees Celsius, these bodies had long been frozen solid and piled up in a corner.

Men, women, the elderly...

There were even the bodies of several children.

The expressions on their faces were frozen in the fear of death.

Song Qing clenched his fist.

He originally didn't intend to meddle in other people's business.

But the scene before him filled him with murderous intent.

The man called Lao Wu was struggling to drag a woman's corpse out of the pile of bodies, cursing under his breath.

"Damn, he's frozen solid."

He was completely unaware that an invisible grim reaper was already standing behind him.

Song Qing slowly raised his right hand.

Dark, sharp claws silently spring out from the fingertips.

He did not hesitate at all.

puff!

A soft thud sounded as flesh was being penetrated.

The fifth brother's voice abruptly stopped.

His head flew off his neck and rolled onto the cold pile of corpses, his face still bearing a blank expression.

The headless corpse swayed and fell to the ground.

Not a single extra sound was made.

Song Qing flicked the blood off his claws and turned back to the door of room 204.

Inside the room, the card game continued, and no one noticed that their companion had been decapitated.

Song Qing raised his arm.

Rows of sharp spikes began to slowly grow on the skin of my arm.

He pointed his arm at the group of people inside the room.

Die.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

A barrage of sharp spikes!

Countless purplish-black spikes instantly enveloped the entire room!

"puff!"

"Ugh..."

"What the heck...?"

Before the people in the room could react, they were riddled with bullets by this sudden attack.

Everyone was pierced through, and the walls were splattered with blood and bits of flesh.

The screams lasted only half a second before disappearing.

Song Qing stood outside the door, not in a hurry to go in.

He simply waited quietly.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Only after confirming that there was no further movement in the room did he step inside.

He deactivated his invisibility, and his figure reappeared in the room.

Song Qing coldly observed everything before her.

The fat gang leader was pinned to the sofa by more than a dozen sharp spikes, his eyes wide open, and he died without ever knowing what had happened.

The other men also lay in pools of blood in various contorted positions, their bodies riddled with gruesome bloody holes.

These beasts deserved to die.

Although this was the first time he had actually killed someone, he felt no remorse whatsoever.

He began looting the spoils.

He found a TEC-9 on the corpse of the man known as "Old Two".

They also found a gun on the waist of the fat boss and another henchman.

Three guns.

He removed all the magazines and rummaged through their pockets to find spare bullets.

I took inventory.

There were forty-eight shots in total.

The bullets were Parabellum 9x19mm.

In the apocalypse, this is already enough to drive people crazy with firepower.

Just as he was ransacking the fat boss, a white paper package fell out of the other man's pocket.

Song Qing picked it up and opened it to take a look.

It's white powder.

He turned out to be a drug dealer.

A look of disgust crossed his face.

They deserve to die even more.

Before the apocalypse, this was the thing that Song Qing hated most, because it tore countless families apart.

He stored the gun and bullets into his system space.

He then carefully checked the other rooms on the second floor.

Not a single one survived.

It seems that the survivors in this building had long been used as backup food by these drug dealers and were all killed.

Having done all this, he prepared to leave.

Then he suddenly remembered that his thick down jacket was already tattered.

His chest was stuck to the chameleon's tongue, and several large holes were pierced by the spikes it shot out, with cold wind rushing in.

On a whim, he took out a brand new, thickened windbreaker from the system space and put it on.

After getting dressed, he activated his invisibility again.

They left the budget hotel quietly and returned to the sewers.