"Where?" Yuan Yingjun asked impatiently.
"It's on the tenth floor. Come quickly." Old Yuan said excitedly.
"I'll be right away." Yuan Yingjun quickly picked up the charger and rushed to the tenth floor.
He had to hurry up, otherwise his phone would run out of battery. For a mobile phone owner, he could run out of water or food, but his phone couldn't run out of battery.
He wanted to take the elevator down, but when he pressed the button and there was no response, Yuan Yingjun remembered that the battery was out. He kicked the elevator door, "What a piece of shit!"
He reluctantly walked down the stairs, cursing all the time. When he reached the tenth floor, he shouted: "Dad, where are you?"
"Son, here." Old Yuan poked his head out of the room.
"Is there really electricity and food?" Yuan Yingjun still couldn't believe it. When he walked into the room and saw the bright lights, his eyes dangled.
"There is really electricity here, there is really electricity." A huge joy rushed into his heart, and Yuan Yingjun quickly charged up his mobile phone.
"Son, look, there is meat here." Old Yuan happily showed the meat to his son.
Yuan Yingjun's eyes widened when he saw it. Although he was not like his father who had not eaten for several days, he had not eaten meat since the end of the world.
His stomach suddenly growled, and saliva kept secreting in his mouth. "Go and cook meat for me. Cook it all for me."
Old man Yuan saw that his son had not eaten anything good during this period, and he had lost weight. "Okay, Dad will cook it for you right now."
He walked into the kitchen with the meat, while Yuan Yingjun sat on the sofa charging and playing with his mobile phone like a master.
He thought of something, clicked on the owner group, and saw that the group was still discussing why there was no call yet. With a hint of pride on his lips, he took a photo under the bright light and sent it to the group.
"This light is quite bright." He said.
The group was silent for a few seconds, and then it exploded with Aite Yuan Yingjun.
"Why do you have electricity there?"
"Did you get a call? Why do I still have no power here?"
"I don't have electricity here either. What's going on? Is it true that only Unit 17 has electricity?"
"I don't have electricity here." An owner of unit 17 came out and said.
"It must be that the photos I took before were posted here to attract attention. Please ignore him."
Yuan Yingjun sneered, took a video, took a picture of the zombies downstairs, then took a picture of the lights in the room, and sent the video to the group.
"I have electricity here, and I envy you all."
Seeing that the owners were asking how to get electricity, and their tone was much more polite, completely different from the way they laughed at him before, Yuan Yingjun felt relieved. He ran to the kitchen again and took pictures of the cooked meat in the pot for everyone to see.
There was another wave of commotion in the group. You know, every household is tight now. It would be good to have some food. There is meat to eat.
It is conceivable that Yuan Yingjun distributed the meat cooked in the pot to the group, which aroused the roundworms in the stomachs of many people. They stared at the screen and kept swallowing their saliva, with those green eyes, they wanted to get into the screen and put it in their mouths. Eat the meat.
"Haha, country bumpkins, I'm so greedy for you." Yuan Yingjun looked at the group of owners and laughed.
Suddenly, his eyes glanced at the door, and his smile froze. An unusually handsome man was standing at the door looking at him. He felt a shiver on his back and an inexplicable gloomy feeling.
"You...who are you?" he said sharply.
"You're too noisy." A cold voice sounded.
"Is this your home? What does my quarrel have to do with you? You are so lenient." Yuan Yingjun did not realize that the danger was coming.
Bo Lijue's eyes became even colder. He walked in and the door behind him slowly closed behind him.
The small "click" sound actually gave Yuan Yingjun a sense of fear.
He said in a panic: "What are you doing in here? Get out."
Old man Yuan heard the sound and came out of the kitchen. When he saw someone coming in, he thought they were coming to grab food from them. He immediately tightened the spatula in his hand and rushed forward.
"Get out of here, get out of here quickly, I found all this food, it's all mine, get out of here."
Old Yuan waved his spatula and was about to greet Bo Lijue unceremoniously, but a big, bone-cold hand clamped down on his neck.
"Hmm..." The feeling of suffocation came over him, and the spatula in Old Yuan's hand fell down. He tried to move the big hand on his neck that was holding his breath, but he couldn't defend it.
His feet gradually became suspended in the air, kicking and struggling in mid-air.
Yuan Yingjun watched the man easily grab his father's neck and lift him up. His whole body was filled with indifference, as if what he was holding in his hands was not a person, but an ant, which he could easily crush to death.
Yuan Yingjun felt terrified and couldn't help but take two steps back.
Old Yuan's face turned from red to purple, and the extent of his struggle gradually decreased. He tried his best to reach out to his son, trying to save him, but Yuan Yingjun stood there stupidly, not daring to step forward.
He had grown up in a pampered family, with clothes on his hands, food on his hands, and food on his hands, and his mouth open. Everything was done by his parents, so that when encountering such a thing, he didn't know how to deal with it and could only stand there and watch.
"Bo Lijue, where are you?" A soft voice came from outside.
Bo Lijue looked at the dying old man in his hands indifferently, and shook him off in disgust, not wanting the smell of blood to get to him. He glanced at Li Yingjun with his cold eyes, then turned and left.
Yuan Yingjun saw the door open, and a girl as beautiful as a doll stood at the opposite door. The man walked over, hugged her and whispered something, and then hugged her into the house. The door was closed, blocking his sight.
But Yuan Yingjun kept looking. Just now he saw various game consoles emitting colorful lights on the opposite side. It was obvious that there was electricity on the opposite side.
There are also some fruits on the table. Being able to eat such rare things as fruits obviously means you don't have to worry about material things. The most important thing is that there is such a beautiful girl in the house. This is the apocalyptic life he has always imagined.
Yuan Yingjun suddenly felt that having electricity and meat was not so good now. He wanted to replace that man and become the owner of the house opposite, with so many good things and beautiful girls to play with.
Old Yuan lay on the ground panting in pain. Every breath he took in his throat was like a knife being pulled across his throat. It took him a long time to regain his strength.
He got up tremblingly and heard his son say to him, "Dad, he dares to do this to you. We don't need to be polite and kill him."
When old man Yuan heard that his son wanted to avenge him, he was immediately moved. Although he was also very angry, there was no way they could beat that man.
"Son, forget it, it doesn't matter dad."
"No, we can't just let it go, otherwise others will think we are easy to bully. Dad, go kill him quickly."
Old man Yuan always responded to his son's needs, and he felt that the other party coveted the food he found, so he suddenly wanted to kill the other party.
"Okay, let me get a kitchen knife first and see if I don't chop him to death." After saying this, Old Man Yuan walked into the kitchen.
Yuan Yingjun looked at the closed door opposite, a smile appeared on his lips, and he was already imagining the beautiful life in the future.
There is electricity, food, and a beautiful woman in my arms.
At this time, a strange sound sounded in the corridor, interrupting Yuan Yingjun's fantasy, "What bastard is it again." He cursed and walked out.
As a result, as soon as he walked to the door, something like a sticky tentacle wrapped around his neck. Yuan Yingjun's eyes widened in horror, and he opened his mouth and was about to scream, when another red tentacle penetrated his mouth. It penetrated his stomach and stirred continuously in his body.
Yuan Yingjun's eyeballs bulged out in pain, which was very frightening, and a large amount of blood poured out of his mouth.
Slimy tentacles wrapped around his waist and swept him away, and then heard the sound of chewing bones and flesh.
Old Yuan took a kitchen knife and came out of the kitchen. He didn't see his son. He called twice, "Son, son."
Hearing a noise in the corridor, he looked for it, and a tentacle quickly wrapped around his body and pulled him away.
Before he even had time to scream, it entered the monster's mouth, and the Yuan family and his son disappeared from this world.
The fat boss, who was lying behind the door and watching the process through the peephole, looked pale and his legs were shaking like a sieve.
He whispered to the pig-butcher who was washing her hair in the bathroom, "Xi Shi, can you come here?"
The butcher aunt wrapped her dripping hair in a towel and walked out, "Damn you, what are you doing again?"
"My ankle is sprained and I can't walk. Come here and give me a hug." He would never admit that he was so scared that he couldn't walk.
"Why are you so careless?" The Pig Butcher came over and hugged him, only to find that he was shivering, "Why are you shaking?"
"Leng, hold me tight." The fat boss put his arms around the neck of the pig-killing aunt, and snuggled into her thick arms like a bird, feeling a sense of security immediately enveloped him.
"You damn ghost." Although Aunt Zhuzhu didn't understand why he was cold on such a hot day, she still hugged him tightly.
"Xi Shi, do you have the butcher's knife with you?"
"I'm taking it with me, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just asking."
Pig-killing aunt: "..."
