Those who reincarnate must die.

As he flipped through the pages, he found mostly trivial details, such as how the military canned food was hard to eat and how when it rained, wooden boards or sheet metal would be extended through the flat little window to collect the rainwater for drinking. However, the water supply was often cut off. Fortunately, the canned food contained a lot of moisture, and thanks to his higher tolerance than the average person, he could barely endure it.

Also, it was difficult to relieve himself in the warehouse, so he usually urinated in empty cans and threw them out the window. This explains why Zhang Lang only saw cardboard boxes and hardly any tin cans.

Finally, he saw some different information.

"I tried fasting for three days... because I calculated that even if I rationed everything, these canned foods wouldn't last more than six months, not to mention the frequent water shortages... but if I could hibernate, I could sleep for months at a time, which would save a lot of resources!"

"However, my ability cannot be activated when I am healthy. Of course, malnutrition is also a kind of disease, right? If I keep starving, I will eventually go into hibernation, won't I...?"

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"Damn it... I feel like I can already see the King of Hell beckoning me... No, I have to eat something... It seems that the hibernation ability can't be activated when I'm malnourished. It seems that injuring myself to enter hibernation isn't reliable either, since my appetite increases significantly after each healing. All things considered, unless I hibernate for several months at a time, it will consume even more energy... Ugh, this is too hard for me..."

Upon seeing this, Zhang Lang sighed. He had expected this, otherwise he would have found a sleeping person instead of skeletons.

As he flipped through the pages, he saw the guy carefree and recording his daily life again, which made Zhang Lang sigh. This guy had just almost starved to death, yet he still had such a good attitude.

But as he flipped through the pages, Zhang Lang's pupils suddenly contracted!

"Gunshots!"

"It was definitely gunfire!"

"I'm absolutely sure I heard correctly, it was gunshots!"

"The news came from inside the city that there are still people alive, besides me, there are other survivors!"

"I'm so excited. Are they protected by powerful supernatural beings to have survived this long? Will they discover me? How can I signal them?"

"Maybe I could fire a couple of shots... but that might attract some terrible monsters."

"Although this place looks very sturdy, I've seen monsters the size of mountains before. If I attract one of those things... even the city walls might not be able to protect me."

"Maybe when they run out of weapons, they'll come here to find more and rescue me while they're at it..."

Are there any survivors?

Zhang Lang's eyebrows twitched. He glanced at the description in the diary. Winter should have already begun, about eight or nine months ago. At that time, were there still survivors in the city?

Zhang Lang continued flipping through the pages. He spent most of his time debating whether to fire a shot to attract the attention of the other survivors, but ultimately chickened out.

As the weather grew colder, his days became increasingly difficult. He wrapped himself in almost every piece of cloth he could find. As the canned food dwindled, his once optimistic attitude began to change, turning increasingly pessimistic. The intervals between entries in his diary grew longer, and he wrote less and less.

Finally, Zhang Lang found the information he was looking for!

"I heard gunshots again!"

"Those survivors are still alive... Damn it, if they don't find me soon, I'm going to starve to death!"

"This time, I not only heard gunshots, but I also saw them fighting the monster. They were right there in the Grand Pavilion, I never expected them to be so close! The monster was a giant spider, lying on the roof of the Grand Pavilion, its long, thick legs reaching into the windows... I even heard someone scream..."

"No more gunfire? Are they running out of ammunition?"

"I have bullets here, and Guangsha Pavilion isn't far away, within effective firing range. Should I help them?"

"But if I do that, the monster might come at me..."

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"I ultimately didn't dare to fire, or even look. The sounds outside quickly faded away... I don't know if the spider gave up, or if those people were killed... I'm sorry, I'm a coward..."

Zhang Lang remained silent for a moment, then continued flipping through the pages.

"We've run out of food, snow isn't as easy to collect as rain, and we haven't had water for a long time... I feel like I can't hold on much longer..."

Zhang Lang frowned. He remembered that the previous page mentioned there was enough food for at least two months. Had he not written in his diary during those two months? Was it because he had nothing to write about? Or was it because his mental state was not right?

Zhang Lang continued looking down.

"Perhaps my fast wasn't thorough enough last time..."

"Perhaps this time, if I'm hungry long enough, I'll fall into hibernation..."

"I hope it's not an eternal sleep..."

"If anyone ever sees this diary, I hope you won't laugh at my cowardice..."

"Don't make choices you'll regret..."

"Good night……"

Zhang Lang breathed a sigh of relief and placed the diary back into the man's arms. At the same time, he abandoned his plan to tear up the man's uniform.

There were still so many corpses outside, and he wasn't in a hurry to leave now.

He chipped a few light machine gun bullets, stuffed them into the Tiger Roar giant revolver, then slung a bolt-action rifle loaded with bullets over his shoulder, packed some bullets and a few incendiary bombs into his bag, and left the warehouse without taking the iron box.

He's going to Guangsha Pavilion!

Go and see if those survivors are really dead...

"Kid, the hope is pretty slim!" the virtual voice in Zhang Lang's mind cried out. "It's been about six or seven months since this guy last recorded anything. Can they hold out for that long?"

"If I can do it, why can't they?" Zhang Lang frowned and said, "If there are powerful extraordinary individuals, it wouldn't be surprising if they could survive!"

"Don't forget, how many people are in your small town? This is a county town with over a million inhabitants, full of talented and extraordinary people. The monsters they transform into are even stronger and more dangerous!" Xu stopped him, saying, "Let's get the weapons and head back quickly. Play it safe and don't be reckless!"

Zhang Lang didn't speak, but answered him with his actions.

He walked straight out of the barracks and came to the inner side of the city wall. He turned his head and glanced at the outside of the armory wall, where he saw piles of canned food boxes scattered at the corner of the wall, along with some dried filth.

Of course, much of it has already decomposed and dissolved into the soil, and thanks to these nutrients, the plants in the corner are growing exceptionally well.

This is evidence that someone once struggled to survive here.

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