Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

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Song Qing was awakened by the cold.

He opened his eyes; the shelter was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

The only light source before, that little bulb, is no longer working.

When he returned yesterday, he took off his coat and went to sleep in just his shirt because the temperature control system made the shelter very warm.

Now, that familiar cold has returned.

Song Qing shivered, climbed off the wooden bed, and put on her down jacket in the dark.

Using his night vision ability, he inspected the small generator.

Out of gas.

With a thought, the oil drum containing thirty liters of gasoline in his system space appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He filled the generator with ten liters of gasoline.

There are only twenty liters left. I should go out and look for more when I have time.

With a thought, he sent the gasoline back into the system space.

He pulled the rope, and the generator started working again.

The light bulb on the ceiling flickered twice and then lit up.

And the central air conditioning on the ceiling has started blowing warm air.

Song Qing picked up her phone, which was charging next to the generator.

The screen lit up, displaying the time.

It was already 3 p.m. on the second day.

I hadn't realized I'd been unconscious for so long.

No wonder, the series of battles and what happened yesterday had exhausted him.

In this underground shelter.

He has absolutely no concept of time.

My stomach suddenly growled.

After arriving in the kitchen, he took out the remaining pack of compressed biscuits from the system space, heated some water on the induction cooker, and put the compressed biscuits inside.

The sticky, gooey consistency made Song Qing lose her appetite. But what could she do? Food is essential for survival; she couldn't go without eating.

Fortunately, the phone showed one bar of signal.

After the apocalypse began, the internet connection became intermittent.

Aside from telling time, mobile phones are not very useful.

He opened WeChat and saw hundreds of unread messages in the neighborhood group.

He ate his porridge while scrolling through his chat history.

The atmosphere in the group was very bad.

"Does anyone have any food left? I'll trade my wife's gold jewelry for it!"

"Help! My child has a fever, does anyone have fever reducer?"

"Forget about it, just wait to die."

"Is there anyone kind enough to give me some food?"

Song Qing scrolled through these messages expressionlessly; none of them concerned him.

Suddenly, a message made him stop typing.

It was sent by a resident of Building 6.

"Attention everyone! Old Zhang, who was found frozen to death in the second-floor hallway, has disappeared!"

This message was like a bomb, sparking discussion in the group chat.

"Gone? What do you mean? Were they dragged away by a monster?"

"That can't be! We've blocked all the doors to our building with cabinets; the monster can't get in!"

"Then...could it be...that Old Zhang turned into a monster himself and then left?"

As Song Qing looked at these discussions, something suddenly came to mind.

Last night, there was a man dragging a corpse in the underground parking lot.

And the pot he set up...

He hadn't had time to think about it carefully.

Just then, Liu Jiajia's profile picture popped up.

"Don't panic, everyone! Brother Chen will definitely have a solution! With Brother Chen here, we'll all be alright!"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chen's profile picture also lit up.

"It's just a corpse, what's the big deal?"

"Instead of wasting time on this, you should think about how to get something useful to exchange for food."

"I'm in a good mood today. Who'd trade a pound of gold for a pack of instant noodles?"

As soon as Ye Chen's message came out, the group chat fell silent.

gold?

In the apocalypse, what's the difference between this thing and a stone?

The group chat suddenly erupted in excitement.

"Brother Chen! I have some antique vases here, would that be alright?"

"Brother Chen, I'll trade my daughter for her! She's only twenty, and incredibly beautiful!"

"Ye Chen! You beast! You'll die a horrible death!"

Some people cursed, but many more were begging.

Ye Chen didn't reply again, probably because he deliberately brought up things like gold and instant noodles to see how they begged.

Song Qing turned off her phone screen.

He figured it out.

The six missing corpses were not the work of any monster.

It didn't turn them into zombies.

Instead, it was eaten.

People eat people.

He still couldn't believe those three words.

But what he saw in the parking lot earlier was the truth.

The collapse of this world was more complete than he had imagined.

Monsters eat people, and people eat people too.

He suddenly realized that his refuge might not be so safe after all.

They'll do anything for food.

He opened the system panel.

Current points: -25

negative number.

He sighed silently.

There's nothing we can do.

He decided to go check out the planter first.

He pushed open the door on the left wall of the shelter and entered the plantation.

He was very surprised to find that the potato chunks he had planted in the pot yesterday had already sprouted tiny buds from the soil.

The shiitake mushrooms next to it also grew small mushroom caps, which were very dense.

He brought water from the kitchen and watered each of the planting pots.

After doing all this.

He asked the system.

"System, approximately how many days will it take for these potatoes and shiitake mushrooms to grow?"

Based on the current environment and nutrient solution concentration, the expected maturation period for cold-resistant fast-growing potatoes is seven days, and the initial maturation period for cold-resistant fast-growing shiitake mushrooms is five days.

A line of blue text popped up on the system panel.

"Seven days...five days..."

Song Qing pondered.

Shiitake mushrooms can be eaten after five days, and potatoes can be eaten after seven days.

But the question is, what has he been eating these past few days?

He returned to his bedroom, which was only twenty square meters, and sat on the wooden bed.

We have to get out.

The thought surfaced in my mind with perfect clarity.

There was no food left in the shelter, his points were still negative, and even the door was just a basic security door, which couldn't give him enough sense of security.

Sitting here waiting to die is no different from waiting to die.

But outside...

He suddenly remembered the time when the apocalypse had just begun.

Some people who failed to avoid the cosmic rays in time turned into monsters with pure white skin.

They were very thin, skin and bones, with no eyes, only a wide mouth that was stretched open for roaring.

He remembered clearly that he had seen one with his own eyes when he was on the second floor of the villa.

The monster was roaming around the neighborhood, and it moved incredibly fast.

A neighbor who was running away was tackled from behind by it.

The agonizing screams lasted only a few minutes.

Then, the neighbor also started convulsing and turned into a white zombie.

If a person is bitten, they will be infected.

He won't get infected, but he's still a little scared.

That fear of the unknown.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, Ye Chen's face with the crooked smile of a dragon king, and Liu Jiajia's beautiful yet indifferent face, appeared alternately before him.

"Young Master Song, what kind of world is this? Money? It's just worthless paper!"

"Brother Chen, he's inside. I tied him up myself, it's very secure!"

Do not!

Don't be afraid!

He suddenly exerted force with his left hand.

The strange power within his body was instantly mobilized.

laugh!

Four sharp, black claws, each about ten centimeters long, suddenly sprang out from his knuckles.

Its claws are incredibly sharp, giving it a powerful look.

And it's the same style as Hugh Jackman's, Song Qing thought to himself.