Doomsday game, my supplies increased tenfold

In fact, Liu Yang could have taken it for himself and put it in his own shelter. I'm afraid that if it were anyone else, the first thought would be to ensure their own daily life, but Liu Yang actually found the best home for the Yin Yang Flower.

The four of them waited outside the door until the doctor finished examining the man. It was just as Liu Yang said, he just had a disease and it was not a case of poisoning. Seeing Liu Yang breathe a sigh of relief, Xiao Qi realized that what he had just said with such confidence was actually just speculation.

Should we say that he is a worthy leader? Xiao Qi really admires him.

Bo Mu kept staring at Zhuang Jing and suddenly spoke.

"You actually know medicine? Your pulse-taking technique looks very professional, and you didn't tell anyone about it before."

Xiao Qi obviously didn't know about this. Bo Mu saw it and naturally suspected that Zhuang Jing was deliberately concealing the truth and had ulterior motives.

Zhuang Jing was slightly stunned, completely unaware of the malice coming from Bo Mu.

"There is an old Chinese doctor in my family. I learned some of his skills when I was young, but I only know the basics. I never had a chance to show them, so I didn't tell anyone. Today, the situation is urgent, so I took action. Liu Yang knows about this."

Bo Mu stared at Zhuang Jing, and after confirming that what she said was true, he nodded lightly and looked away.

Xiao Qi felt that Bo Mu had been a little jumpy lately, and seemed to care a lot about anything related to her. However, she had no evidence, so it was difficult for her to say anything. If she spoke directly, she would appear very narcissistic, as if she felt that the whole world revolved around her. So she simply kept silent.

"How do you know that Zhuang Jing's technique is very professional? Are you also?"

"I have read relevant books before and know a little bit about it, but I have never practiced it. It is just theoretical knowledge."

Xiao Qi’s understanding of Bo Mu’s academic profession has been further deepened. He really doesn’t know what fields she has not touched upon or does not understand.

After finishing everything, everyone went their separate ways and went back to rest. The decoration team Xiao Qi found was really efficient. They had actually completed the decoration of her room, and the quality looked exceptionally good.

You can't install electrical circuits or floor heating or the like here. It's nothing more than laying the floor and smoothing the walls. These tasks are a piece of cake for them who were doing this job before the apocalypse and who even acquired relevant skill books after the apocalypse.

It was getting late, and they had an appointment to help Bomu with the decoration tomorrow, so the two decided to squeeze in tonight.

The room has two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. It is not big, but very cozy.

Xiao Qi directly opened the trading house and bought a bed. Seeing that the cheapest bed cost as much as 100 Teleportation Essences, Xiao Qi felt heartbroken. Before, these furniture seemed to only be sold for seven or eight Teleportation Essences. After not checking for a few days, the prices were so exaggerated.

Bo Mu checked the situation of the trading house while guessing the reason.

"There are fewer and fewer people buying these things now, and there is no way to make small profits but quick turnover. Naturally, they can only raise the price together and make a lot of money from the few buyers. I saw in the group that they said they are going to set up a market. We can go and see if there is any furniture we need then."

They planned to wait until Bo Mu's room was renovated before going back, so they were not in a hurry to teleport back to the shelter.

Xiao Qi nodded in agreement, took out a Yin-Yang flower and placed it on the bedside, and the temperature quickly returned to normal.

Just as they both climbed onto the bed and prepared to rest, the system notification sound rang at an inopportune time.

"Congratulations to all players for successfully making it through the first seven days of the extreme cold phase of the Doomsday game. On the eighth day, we will launch an event: Extreme Weather - Hail. This event can withstand shelters up to level 4. Please prepare yourself for the first system event of this phase."

If the system hadn't reminded them, they would have almost forgotten that there would be a system activity every seven days. This time's activity was obviously not as pleasant as the previous ones, as the weather was extreme.

Hail in the extreme cold apocalypse seemed somewhat reasonable, but also somewhat bizarre. How could hail fall in winter? However, it was just a game, and the progress of the game was not something that players like them could control.

The early entry card that Xiao Qi had obtained before could not be used in this event, so Xiao Qi simply ignored it.

Now they live in official shelters, and as for reinforcement and defense measures, it is indeed not their responsibility, nor is it something they can do.

Liu Yang must have received the news as well. The Pioneer group has already started discussing tomorrow's activities and has begun to make preparations in an orderly manner. Xiao Qi asked if there was any way they could be of use and if they could provide help, but Liu Yang quickly refused, hoping that they could rest early.

In this case, the two of them decisively chose to rest early and conserve their energy to prepare for tomorrow's disaster.

The two people who were sleeping didn't know that at this moment, all the people who received the system prompt began to swipe the screen frantically. Some were discussing solutions, some were complaining about everything, and some were complaining that they did not join the official shelter.

The official shelters with ecological barriers are obviously the best places to go in a disaster, at least that's what people whose shelters are not level four or five think. Many people travel overnight to prepare to enter the shelters before the hail falls.

Nothing happened that night. On the morning of the eighth day, Xiao Qi got up and was the first to sign in.

Today's sign-in reward is ten bottles of ketchup, which is better than nothing just like yesterday. Xiao Qi put it away and thought about whether to eat some French fries.

Bo Mu was still resting. After taking a look at her, Xiao Qi decided to let her sleep a little longer. After all, there was still more than an hour before the hail hit.

Xiao Qi, who habitually went to the window to look at the scenery, suddenly realized that the downstairs was crowded with people. Almost all of them were sitting on the ground, and a few of them took portable stools and mats and squeezed everywhere he could see.

Xiao Qi was stunned for a moment, and hurried to the door to look through the peephole. Sure enough, there were quite a few people even in the corridor on the floor. Xiao Qi's scalp tingled and he didn't know how to go out.

Why did the shelter take in so many people overnight?

Xiao Qi quickly opened the group chat to check the situation, and then he understood what had happened.

Ever since people knew that this disaster would require a level 4 shelter to withstand, almost all players who had not yet reached level 4 had their eyes on the official shelters. It was common knowledge that the defense strength of the official shelters was equal to that of the level 5 shelters.

All of a sudden, people who lived nearby rushed in overnight, and people who lived far away used all kinds of connections to ask people who lived nearby to invite them. The shelter was not open for registration at night, so they waited until it opened this morning and came in droves.