People are panicking.
The screams were endless.
The safe passage on the second floor was filled with the shouts and roars of men fighting monsters.
Heavy hardwood tables, expensive leather sofas, and bookshelves filled with various books were all pushed towards the corridor.
"help me!!"
"I'm still down there, don't block the road!!"
"Let me go up, let me go up, ah ah ah ah..."
The safe passage on the second floor of the apartment was eventually blocked, but the men who were fighting at the front turned around with extremely angry eyes.
betray.
Stabbing in the back.
You block the monster in front, while others block the retreat.
Amidst the curses and screams, dark red liquid seeped into the gaps in the furniture and flowed out.
The men's voices also disappeared, replaced by the terrifying sound of chewing.
"It's such a familiar plot."
Yang Feng sighed a little, the end of the world has just begun, and a good show has been staged.
This is even if he gave advance notice! !
Yang Feng had already sent a message, asking them to lock the apartment door, block the safe passage with heavy objects, and build fortifications.
Fortunately, the door was really locked, otherwise...a large number of rotten zombie monsters were pouring in. Those few reckless men couldn't stop it, and the whole building might be slaughtered.
"Um?"
Yang Feng's apartment is in Room 405 on the fourth floor.
At this time, there were some strangers sitting in the corridor, their faces full of horror, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily.
survivor? ?
Are these people fleeing for their lives on the streets and breaking in through safe passages? ?
Click.
The door of room 407 opens.
The figure of a beautiful girl appeared.
She has pure beautiful eyes and long black hair. She looks a bit quiet, but she is the type who exercises regularly and has a slim and energetic figure.
Sumanman.
Yang Feng remembered this neighbor as a kind-hearted person who was not suitable for living in the apocalypse.
"Give~~"
Sumanman took out some clean towels and handed them to the poor refugees around him.
"Just a moment."
"I'll get you some more food."
Sumanman ran back to the room, took out some instant noodles, and prepared hot water for the refugee survivors.
The survivors in the corridor thanked her one after another and took the instant noodles tremblingly, eager to kowtow to Su Manman.
What a good man!
What a great person.
Yang Feng secretly shook his head.
As the saying goes, in the last days, kill the Holy Mother first.
There is nothing wrong with kindness in itself, but when the mother's heart is troubled, some mother bitches will do some very extreme and stupid things.
Not decisive.
Don’t understand the trade-offs.
Sacrifice that you don’t understand.
In order to satisfy his persistence in kindness, he wants to save everything, but he cannot give a feasible and specific plan, which often ends up killing more people.
"Yang Feng!!"
"You're back."
"Did you just go downstairs to help?"
When Su Manman saw Yang Feng's figure, his face suddenly lit up and he trotted to his side.
"There are too many refugees here."
“I don’t have many supplies, can you please help them too??”
Sumanman showed longing eyes, and her pure and clear eyes shone with hope and kindness.
Click.
Yang Feng opened the door to the room.
"look."
"Destitute."
"I haven't stocked up on anything, no supplies at all."
Yang Feng shrugged, while Su Manman's expression was a little surprised.
"ah?"
"Didn't you look at the property group... A big boss has warned us a long time ago that he wants us to stock up on more supplies."
Sumanman took out his mobile phone and showed Yang Feng some chat records.
Of course Yang Feng knew.
Those seemingly insane message messages were sent by himself using a trumpet.
"I do not see it."
Yang Feng leaned against the doorframe, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Sumanman, you are so kind. You have helped so many people. How about... you can help me too."
Sumanman was stunned after hearing this.
There was some bitterness on her face, but she gritted her teeth and turned around, running back to her room with several boxes of self-heating hot pot in her arms.
"I don't know if you have any taboos or what flavors you like." Sumanman lowered his head and handed over several boxes of self-heating hot pot.
"Thanks."
Yang Feng didn't wait for her to finish, grabbed the boxes of food, turned around and walked back to his room.
Bang.
There was a dull thud, and the only response to Sumanman was the indifferent door.
"Who is this?"
“So inhumane!!”
"He is just a scumbag."
"When people give you food, do you have this attitude??"
The surrounding refugees and survivors couldn't stand it anymore, and they began to discuss in low voices, complaining about Su Manman.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Su Manman just smiled bitterly: "We are all neighbors, helping each other. Do you need anything else?"
madness.
How stupid.
Yang Feng returned to his bed, feeling soreness all over his body. The battle just now squeezed every ounce of potential in his body, and his muscles had reached their limit.
The apocalyptic disaster breaks out.
At first, people could still maintain their sanity and maintain a civilization that was on the verge of collapse.
But as time goes on, supplies become more and more scarce, resources become more and more scarce, and twisted and dark people's hearts slowly emerge.
Until then.
The group of refugee survivors outside will no longer be grateful to you, but will turn into hungry wolf-like beasts and cruelly tear the lambs into pieces.
"It doesn't matter."
"As long as you don't offend me, otherwise..."
Yang Feng's eyes flashed with murderous intent. If anyone dares to offend him, let him see what a truly ferocious beast is! !
Corpse tumor.
Yang Feng took out the eight corpse tumors from his pocket again.
These corpse tumors contain a large amount of ectoplasm, which is the kind of light rain falling from the sky, a collection of ectoplasm and gravel.
This kind of corpse tumor... can make people stronger and gain certain special abilities.
It can also be used as fuel bait and become food for existing [organs]. When accumulated to a certain extent, it can evolve again.
【Ghost face---larvae】
The number of corpse tumors that need to be swallowed by dark gold-level organs must exceed several levels. After enough corpse tumors are swallowed, they will break out of their cocoons and be reborn.
Growth body.
Once the shackles of being a larva are broken through, a comprehensive qualitative change in ability will occur.
The mark between Yang Feng's eyebrows stretched.
A smooth mirror as dark as ink covered the cheek, split a mouth that extended to the ear, and stuck out a sticky tongue.
He swallowed all 8 corpse tumors at once.
Corpse tumor.
Ectoplasm.
The energy contained inside melts and dissolves quickly.
The ghost face swallowed it completely, and streams of heat flowed out of it, stimulating the tired body and strengthening the most basic functions.
"oh?"
"The ghost face swallows these corpse tumors and not only accumulates energy."
"Can it also slightly strengthen the body??"
Yang Feng was a little surprised. Not only did Ghost Face possess the ability of [Multi-dimensional Information Analysis], he could also use a small part of the devoured energy to strengthen his physical body.
The feeling of muscle soreness slowly disappears.
The tired pain all over my body gradually dissipated.
A large amount of fat energy is absorbed and used to strengthen the body's basic functions. In just a few hours, the body's strength has been improved to a higher level.
Although it is far from exceeding human limits.
But... Yang Feng's body is almost comparable to provincial athletes who exercise all year round.
At least I won't be out of breath after even a little exercise.
