Reborn in the end of the world, I scavenged in the empty city and bought for free

On the seventh floor of the apartment building opposite Mr. Xue, a group of people were sitting in the living room, squandering the supplies they had seized.

Sitting on the sofa was a shirtless man with a large tattoo from neck to chest. The man was about 40 years old, with a beard, and looked extremely cruel. At this moment, a woman with narrowed eyes was lying in the living room without any underwear. The woman's body was covered with shocking knife marks, and she seemed to be dead.

"Brother, this thing of yours is dead, why don't we just throw it down? It's getting in the way if it's left here all the time."

A thin man with a rat-like face, small eyes and a small nose stood opposite, looking at the woman on the ground. Disgust flashed across his eyes, and he couldn't help but look at the other person.

The tattooed man waved his hand and sneered, "You know nothing. I have to keep the body. I want to do an experiment."

"Experiment? What experiment?" The man took a sip of beer he had scavenged from other places, a curious look on his face.

In fact, these people don't live far away, just in a community two streets away from here. However, this group of people are not good people. Among the eight people, three are psychics, and the tattooed man has awakened the lightning power in the third year of the apocalypse, making him a D-level psychic. But before awakening, the tattooed man had taken many brothers to burn, kill, loot and do all kinds of evil when the order of the apocalypse collapsed. They are a group of true scum and beasts, and have already owed countless lives to them.

This family was forced and intimidated by them to break into the house. They first tortured and killed the male owner and two elderly people. Then the female owner was inhumanly tortured and even threw her several-year-old child from the upstairs out of sheer grief.

In addition to the tattooed man, there are two other low-level psychics, an F-level water psychic and a strength psychic. Because their levels are too low, the two cannot join the guild, so they can only follow the tattooed man to do some petty thefts.

"By the way, brother, Dayu has already checked this building. There are basically no living people left. Our supplies are only enough for a few days at most. These rich people don't even stock up on food at home. They must be crazy!" The rat-like man cursed viciously. He couldn't vent his anger so he simply smashed the beer bottle in his hand on the woman's body.

"There are a few households across the street. Let's wait until the rain stops before going over." The tattooed man stretched, but his eyes were actually fixed on the balcony of the apartment building opposite.

He observed for a few days and occasionally saw lights on the balcony of the unit on the left at night. On the right, there were several households drying things on the balcony. They probably relied on the height of more than five floors and were not afraid of the zombies downstairs. Moreover, this community was relatively high-end and there was an electronic gate downstairs in the unit building. Even if the power was cut off, the zombies could not push open the heavy iron gate for the time being. Therefore, the overall situation of the unit building opposite was better than this one.

When he and his brothers broke in, there were three or four zombies in the building. If he hadn't ordered people to block the door downstairs, more zombies would have swarmed in, and the situation would have been even worse.

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The rainstorm finally turned into a drizzle around five in the morning, and the accumulated water that had originally flowed into the community gradually dispersed.

At this time, Xue's father, who had been guarding the whole night, suddenly woke up his wife in the room and knocked on the door of the next room.

After his son and daughter-in-law came out in their clothes, he said solemnly, "Pack your things. We have to leave in twenty minutes."