Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

Suddenly, the huge Qin Emperor's Mausoleum collapsed and the ground shook violently, scaring Lin Feng and the others so much that they fell to the ground.

This has nothing to do with Lin Feng’s level of psychic ability. This is just the normal reaction of an ordinary person when encountering an earthquake.

"What's going on? Is there an earthquake?"

Ling Wenya glanced at the collapsed underground palace in confusion. Even if it was an earthquake, it wouldn't just shake a small area in the underground palace, right?

"No need to guess, it must be Lin Feng who planted the bomb in there. This is not the first time he has done this. He is the kind of person who can kick others into a puddle even when he himself is caught in the rain."

Tuoba Qing didn't think this was a surprise at all, and Lin Feng was very familiar with this kind of thing. He would always leave some strange things behind after stealing.

"You can doubt my character and you can question my personality. But today I, Lin Feng, just want to be a good person. I really didn't do anything."

Lin Feng was speechless. He had been a good person for once in such a long time in the last days, so why did the underground palace collapse the next moment?

It is really difficult to be a human being, and it is difficult to be a good person. It is difficult for Lin Feng to be a good person in the end times.

"It's gone, it's collapsed, what's the big deal? Besides, those who went in were greedy and had bad intentions, so their death doesn't deserve sympathy. Look at the owner of the fried food shop, isn't his small business booming? He now has a house, a car, a wife, and enough supplies."

Ling Wenya pointed at the fried food shop. The owner of the shop was also a third-level psychic, so he didn't go in.

They fry human flesh and sell it for other things every day, and their business is booming. Even in the end times, there is no shortage of such people who are good at doing business.

As for what kind of oil is used for frying food in the apocalypse, is there any need to explain it?

If you don't understand, just add this: corpse oil.

As for what will happen after eating, that is not within the boss's consideration.

"Let's go. It's time to go home after being out for so many days. I just don't know if the business of this shop owner can continue now that the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum is gone."

Lin Feng took out the snowmobile from the space and got in directly.

There was just enough space for six people in the group to sit.

I finally had a meal of dragon meat, so I tasted it and finished it right away.

I haven't been out for a few days and the temperature outside has become even colder. Now the temperature has dropped to more than 40 degrees below zero. Many ordinary people are almost freezing to death in this situation.

There is no way, there are always some people with poor qualifications who cannot awaken superpowers. This is the era of superpowers, and such people will be eliminated by the times sooner or later.

Just like the dinosaurs, mammoths, and saber-toothed tigers of the past, those who could not adapt to the environment were destined to become extinct.

A group of people got on the bus and returned to the airport. At this moment, the snow on the road was already one meter thick.

In this kind of weather, it is difficult for ordinary people to go out, and even for people with special abilities, it is extremely difficult to find supplies.

However, some exotic beasts near the mountains and forests have now adapted to the extreme environment. Many people with special powers do not want to eat human flesh, so hunting exotic beasts to eat is also a good choice.

It's just that the risk is higher. After all, the identities of hunter and prey are determined by strength and may be exchanged at any time.

When we arrived at Xijing Airport, the runway was already covered with snow.

Lin Feng spent ten minutes cleaning up the situation, then took out the plane, boarded it directly, and flew to Huanghai City.

"Wow! An airplane? Is this real? This is my first time on a plane!"

Zhou Ting was very surprised to see the plane. Although it was 2051, there were still 8 million people in China who had never been on a plane.

The problem of income inequality has existed since ancient times. Unless there are no humans or civilized creatures on the earth, no one can change this reality.

"When you want one in the future, I'll give you one. If anything goes wrong, just unscrew a screw when you jump out of the plane, and then come back to me."

Lin Feng was very generous. He sent a plane as soon as he said he would. After all, he couldn't fly all the planes he had collected.

"Huh? What does this mean? Why do you need to carry a screw before jumping out of the plane? Are screws for airplanes expensive?"

Zhou Ting had a face full of question marks, she didn't know what was going on.

"Made by Lin Feng, with lifetime warranty."

Tuoba Qing patted Zhou Ting on the shoulder and got on the plane directly. Lin Feng could restore the chastity of a centenarian old lady to its original or even factory settings. It was very easy to repair an airplane with a screw.

It was not until then that Zhou Ting realized how terrifying this guy Lin Feng was.

With him around, it would be difficult to die unless you commit suicide.

After getting on the plane, Ling Wenya drove.

It was a bit difficult for the plane to take off at minus 40 degrees, but Lin Feng went back in time and returned the plane to 30 degrees.

Once the plane cools down to minus 40 degrees Celsius, the engine will heat up and will not stall.

The plane took off smoothly and it was dawn.

Zhou Ting sat by the window of the first-class cabin and looked at her hometown below, feeling a little excited and reluctant.

She knew that if she left this time, she might never come back.

However, what awaits her is a brighter future, and choosing to marry Zhao Jun is the best decision in her life.

The vast expanse of white below was as beautiful as the Antarctic snowfield.

But beneath this beautiful appearance is an extremely cold hell, an apocalypse where people eat each other.

Those who can live in Lin Feng’s house are lucky.

A few hours later, they flew over Huanghai City Airport. Lin Feng jumped down first to clear the runway, otherwise the snow was too heavy to land.

The runway was cleared and Ling Wenya landed the plane skillfully.

Computer control in 2051 is really easy to use. You can even enter the destination and the plane will fly there by itself, just like a drone.

After getting off the plane, Lin Feng collected the plane. After such a long time, he finally went home.

I drove home, not knowing what the situation was at home or whether there was any danger.

But Qiao Qiao and the others didn’t call, so there should be no danger.

Besides, Bai Miaoshui is already level 7. Unless the First Emperor is resurrected and Oak is reborn, what danger could there be?

When I got home and looked from afar, I saw that the house was decorated with lights and even the door was covered with Spring Festival couplets and Chinese characters for "Fu" written by Qiao Qiao and her friends.

The only people who can do such a thing in the apocalypse are probably Lin Feng and his gang.

Lin Feng glanced at the time on his phone, February 2051, 2.

Today is actually New Year’s Eve, and before I knew it, it’s New Year again.

"Before I saw these Spring Festival couplets, I almost forgot about the Chinese New Year. It turns out that people still need a home. If you have a home, no matter how far you are away, it will still be warm when you come back."

Lin Feng sighed in his heart, then walked towards the door of his home.

They cleared the snow at the door far away, otherwise it would be difficult to open the door if the heavy snow blocked it.

"Let's go, wife, this is our home too."

Zhao Jun gently put his arm around Zhou Ting and motioned for her to go with him.

Marry me and I won't let you suffer.