In the last days, people spend crazy money to buy equipment.

I'll go with you, Mu Yan gestured in the darkness.

She was injured, and if the situation inside was worse than outside, he wasn't sure whether Shen Musen would still have the strength to face it alone.

Shen Musen shook his head. It was easier for her to move alone.

Besides, Zhuo Chang needed someone to take care of her, so she opened the door and got out of the car.

Under the moonlight, Shen Musen's movements attracted the attention of the zombies. They rushed towards her one after another.

With his previous experience, Shen Musen killed like a chicken.

He picked up the knife and dropped it, and the place he passed was full of corpses.

She walked to the lower level of the corridor and closed the two glass doors. The gray-white world was clearly visible in the night vision goggles.

The blade of the knife rapped on the locker at the door, once, twice.

The originally quiet high-rise building suddenly heard a "dong-dong-dong" movement.

The movements of Shen Musen's hands became faster and faster, and his footsteps, mixed with roars, got closer and closer.

Until around the corner, a zombie shook its body with half its brain and ran towards her "hehe".

Followed by one, two...

She quickly raised her foot and kicked the front zombie in the belly. It instantly fell to the ground and flew two meters away.

Shen Musen whirled around and kicked the one behind him, sweeping with one leg and kicking the zombies approaching from the left and right to the ground.

During the whole process, Shen Musen treated the zombie's head as a watermelon-poking contest.

Until the sweat covering her forehead continued to slide down her cheeks, she looked at the last zombie who was pressed to the ground by her and kept roaring with its hands cut off.

Cut its neck with a knife.

The whole building returned to its usual quiet state, and the smell of rotting meat surrounded the nose.

Shen Musen frowned, with a painful expression. She froze half of her body, trying to avoid touching the wounds that opened during the fight.

As soon as the painkillers wore off, she had to deal with the injury immediately.

There was a power outage on the floor, but fortunately the elevator had a backup power supply, which saved the effort of climbing to the thirteenth floor.

As soon as Shen Musen came out of the elevator door, he saw Qi Heng standing at the door, holding a candle in his hand through the iron door and standing tall.

"The key to the iron door is in the second compartment of the entrance cabinet."

When she finished saying this, she used almost all her strength.

The moment I stepped through the door, I smelled the unique smell of home, and my body that was holding on so hard finally couldn't hold it up and collapsed to the ground.

Shen Musen's body announced to his brain that it was shutting down.

The last moment he closed his eyes, Shen Musen watched himself getting closer and closer to the floor.

It's great, I can have a good sleep now.

Qi Heng noticed something was wrong with Shen Musen's expression from the moment he entered the door, and then looked at the person behind her.

I had some guesses in my mind.

He quickly put the unconscious Shen Musen in his arms and put him on the bed in the room.

The smell of blood surrounded the tip of his nose. He lifted up Shen Musen's coat and gasped when he saw the wound. The wound was so deep that it was bone-deep.

The situation was urgent, so she saved her effort and just put the hemostatic patch on the wound and her clothes. At this moment, blood continued to seep out along the shirt.

If left untreated, the wound will become infected and fester.

In the dream, Shen Musen returned to that hut.

There was a table of cold dishes, with yellow oil solidified together. Her mother sat opposite, staring at the rice in the bowl in front of her, her face turned blue.

She was very hungry. The rule at home was that no one was allowed to use chopsticks before everyone was here. Little Shen Musen didn't know how long she had to wait.

When the scene changed, the small room was in a mess, with broken glass and a short-legged table lying crookedly on the ground.

She held her head and hid in the small hole made of bricks under the kang mat. She covered her ears with her stubby hands so that she could not hear the quarrels of the adults.

Later, she followed the adults to a large and spacious room, and the bright lights above her head made her head feel dizzy.

There are many, many people next to me.

She heard her mother shout in a cold tone: "Child, I won't have it."

The father's face was also very smelly, and he put on an angry expression that only a drunkard could have: "Damn bitch, your son, if you can't give birth to a son, who cares about a loser?"

The little Shen Musen sat neatly on the stool, her short feet dangling in the air. Her big eyes moved back and forth among the crowd, wanting to cry but there were no tears.

Later, she was taken home by an old man.

Grandma would pat her head with her generous and warm palms and say kindly: "I want the little baby that no one wants."

This dream is very unstable, sometimes happy and sometimes sad.

Until she pulled the wound on her shoulder while moving, her consciousness was separated from her dream and she slowly opened her eyes.

There is plenty of light in the room, and there is a ray of sunlight at the end of the bed mixed with dust in the air.

The shadow fell above the head, and a lazy and hoarse voice sounded: "Are you awake?"

Shen Musen looked at him as if he was in another world, and the first thing he blurted out was: "Why are you in my room?"

Qi Heng grabbed the book on the table, "Guide to Survival and Self-Rescue in the Wilderness". "You've been asleep for nearly five days."

Shen Musen noticed that her vocal cords were a little astringent, and she pursed her lips. They were unexpectedly moist, but she was like a traveler on the desert, so thirsty that she was almost smoking.

She stood up and leaned against the bed: "Can you get me a glass of water?"

Qi Heng quickly brought her a glass of warm water and drank it down, and Shen Musen felt like he was alive.

She looked at the wrinkles on Qi Heng's sweater and the marks left on the soft leather chair he just left. It seemed that he had been taking care of himself in the past few days.

Shen Musen drank his third glass of water before stopping. She remembered that she brought someone back when she went out.

Putting the cup on the desk next to him, "Where are they?"

"Going out to find supplies."

Qi Heng confirmed that Shen Musen didn't seem to be in any discomfort, then stood up, picked up the book on the table and walked away. Before closing the door to the room, he asked Shen Musen if he wanted to eat.

Shen Musen thought carefully and decided to have some millet porridge.

Qi Heng was busy in the kitchen, and Shen Musen wore cotton slippers and stepped on the soft wool blanket. Only then did she realize that there were some things in her room that were not there before.

When I opened the curtains, there was a thick layer of fog outside, and there was a vast expanse of white half a meter away.

Her room seemed to be surrounded by clouds, and Shen Musen knew that this was not a good sign. But the bad weather in the last days is coming, and what threatens mankind will not be zombies, but natural disasters and food shortages.

What she experienced in her previous life was severe cold, with temperatures below seventy degrees, and her breath turning into ice. What followed was intense heat, where the high temperatures caused zombies to mutate and monsters to level up.

The former is short of food and the latter is dangerous. That one is life threatening.

Shen Musen took off his clothes and looked at his beautiful figure in the mirror. There were layers of medical gauze tied between the delicate collarbones and smooth and round shoulders.

She pressed the wound lightly with her nails. It felt a little painful and itchy. It seemed that new flesh was beginning to grow.

After leaving the room, I realized that the whole room was heated.

Qi Heng quickly brought out a bowl of millet porridge with minced meat and a round fried egg on top.

He handed the chopsticks to Shen Musen, sat across from her, propped up his chin and joked: "Try it, is it delicious?"

Shen Musen took a sip, and it was sticky and soft with the aroma of meat. She thought she was not hungry, but she never thought that the porridge would start making noise the moment it entered her stomach.

She drank two bowls in a row, and Qi Heng quickly held her down as she rushed to the kitchen for the third time.

"You just woke up. Your stomach will feel uncomfortable if you keep eating for a while."

Shen Musen thought it made sense, put down the bowl, and watched Mrs. Qi Heng tidying up the kitchen.

She got up and opened the refrigerator and saw that it was full of ingredients. Although there were not many of each item, there were various varieties.

"You went out to find these?"

"Well, I rummaged through some in this building, and there are some that Mu Yan and the others brought back."

"Oh." Shen Musen closed the refrigerator door, "Where do they sleep?"

Qi Heng wiped his hands and replied: "An empty room next door."

Shen Musen thought of the house where he planned to store supplies, so they could live there.

She wanted to say something else, but there was a knock on the door.

Qi Heng got up and drove away faster than Shen Musen, and soon the girls' voices complained.

"What the hell is the weather like outside? It's freezing to death. It's not even the beginning of winter yet."