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Food can heal people's hearts. After a delicious breakfast, several people get along harmoniously, and their fears disappear invisible.

Qu Wenle and Qu Wenxin, who are lifeless, welcomed the mother and daughter's willingness to stay.

---The system is big, they are so grateful to me, why don't they add faith points?

"Please ask the host to comprehend it by himself."

---Oh, has anyone ever told you that you're a trash?

"Does the host need to exchange information? Please choose: Yes, No."

---roll.

Qu Wenle frowned and had two extra mouths, so he had to recalculate the food, and after reaching the expected and distressing conclusion, he had to ask Li Meixia about the situation on the fourth floor.

Each unit building has four floors and three households on each floor. It is an old building made of old-fashioned red bricks.

There is a school nearby and a commercial area is being built, and the location is getting better and better. Qu's father and mother are waiting to use the money to buy a house for their son and daughter after the demolition.

Most of the former residents have moved, and the house is rented out to high school seniors studying hard.

The fourth floor is only the old residents of Grandma Li's family. 403 is rented to a boy. Qu Wenle met him once and was so impressed that he was so handsome that he almost caught up with him.

His house is at 302 on the third floor, facing the stairs.I usually live on campus, and every time I go home during the holidays, I find that the neighbors have changed, and the downstairs is even more unaware.

Li Meixia said that she still had a bag of rice and a lot of vegetables at home, Xiao Wang Ba of 403 had stocked up a lot of food these days, but she had been silent since last night.

Qu Wenle's eyes lit up, and she planned to act first, bring back the rice and vegetables from the Li family, and then see if 403 was dead.

The most important thing in the last days is nothing more than supplies. In the early days, everyone was scared to pee and didn't realize it. After a while, they will probably fight.The ready-made supplies are lying in front of you, and you are a fool if you don't pick them up.

Qu Wenle picked up the shit stirring stick, endured the nausea and sharpened the kitchen knife.

---The system is big, I'm going to fight zombies, I'm so scared.

---Will you bless me?will i dieWhat will happen to you if I die?

---Willing to use a black pen~to draw a silent stage play~you are not saying anything~~

"Does the host need to exchange information? Please choose: Yes, No."

……wipe.

After sharpening the wooden awl, Qu Wenle got used to the feel for a while, and mustered up the courage to open the door quietly.

It was a sunny day outside, but the corridor was blustery and windy. There were occasional roars from downstairs, and there was no movement on the third and fourth floors.Qu Wenle's eyes rolled around, and finally followed the dark traces on the ground to see Grandma Li who had turned into a zombie on the stairs. The old man dragged his shriveled and broken body and was attracted by the sound to climb downstairs.

Qu Wenle took a few steps, the sound of footsteps spread, the zombie paused, then turned its head excitedly, tried to crawl back with its gray face up, poked and flipped the excrement stick, and sent it rolling down the stairs neatly.

---The system is big, I'm still scared, woo woo woo.

---I can't do anything when I see an acquaintance's face, what should I do?

In fact, he knew that the system would not answer him, nor could he understand his feelings, but he always wanted to say something and do something to divert his fear of the end times and vent his panic.

He is an older brother, a man, everyone in the room is looking at him, he must maintain his superficial composure, and hold up the banner in their hearts.

Nervous and frightened, I went up to the fourth floor, and the door of Li's 402 was facing the stairs. Although the tables and chairs inside were overturned, there was no sign of being searched.

Qu Wenle feels that he is lucky. Maybe other people are still forcing him to accept the despair of his relatives and lovers becoming zombies. His family members are all intact, and he was lucky enough to get the system. To be the trump card seems to be one step ahead of everything.

In the kitchen of 402, I found half a bag of rice and a few vegetables, and filled up the necessary brains in the refrigerator. Qu Wenle packed the things and dragged them out the door.

The moment he retreated to the door, his hair stood on end, and he rushed forward without even thinking about it. The blade was so cold that it almost brushed against the back of his head. "You fucking sick!"

The boy in the black leather coat and leather pants in the corridor looked handsome, but his eyes were as sharp as the winter moon, exuding an astonishing killing intent all over his body.

Me. Fuck, are high school students like this now?

The young man smiled coldly, and ruthlessly said, "Qu, Wen, Le!"

Raising his hand, he slashed with the knife again, and the strength was mixed with monstrous hatred.

Qu Wenle staggered to avoid it, but also burst into anger.

Bah!

evildoer!

Come try my shit stick!

Qu Wenle took a few quick steps back to widen the distance, found the gap and raised the wooden awl to poke the young man's mouth.

YES!bingo!

The boy's head moved back sensitively to remove the force of the wooden awl, and he bit the tip of the wooden awl fiercely with his teeth. The next second his face changed drastically, he backed away in a panic, and turned back to 403, the anti-theft door made an angry loud noise.

Qu Wenle picked his chin, he couldn't be blamed for that, the young man in leather clothes and pants looked invulnerable, he poked his eyes and neck for fear of accidents, and he didn't really want to hurt people.

I searched back and forth for information related to the boy in my mind, and confirmed that I have only met a few times without any grudges or enmities.

Poor thing, he went crazy at a young age, and the end times are harmful to people.

Touch the beloved hero's shit stick, hey hey. Hey hey carry the supplies home.

Sudden upheaval, almost everyone subconsciously chooses to hide and escape. The hiders grind their will in fear, and the fugitives panic and go to a desperate situation. A feast of death is staged everywhere. The god of death sticks out his scarlet tongue and licks his lips in satisfaction .

After hanging up the phone, Qu Wenle scratched his hair vigorously, but he couldn't get through. It was already the fourth day of the end of the world. Since last night, the Internet, TV, telephone and other signals have all disappeared.

The only thing we can know is that the parents are temporarily safe, and the government has also organized the army to rescue the people.

On the sofa, eight-year-old Qu Wenxin and Doudou were playing a card game called "Tractor". Meixia blocked her back with "the kids are playing around".

While Li Meixia went to the balcony to collect clothes, Qu Wenle went to the kitchen to exchange for two catties of bacon with the power of faith, and when she came out with the bacon, Li Meixia looked at him and her tone was almost questioning, "Yo, Did it come out by accident again? Why can’t I find it after I’ve searched the kitchen all over?”

The corner of Qu Wenle's mouth twitched, "This is my house, of course I know you better than you. I plan to take my sister away after lunch, and leave the rice and oil at home to you."

This was decided after a whole night of deliberation. After a few days of observation, Qu Wenle found that the zombies were not that scary. They moved slowly, their limbs were weak, and they walked in the shadows during the day and wandered outside at night.

As long as you don't make too much noise or gather too many people, you have the opportunity to avoid most dangers by walking the streets.

The most important thing is that the guide said that the army mainly collects supplies and only conducts rescue along the way. Although there are many small supermarkets here, there are no large shopping malls.

His parents couldn't take care of themselves, so he had to take his sister to the army's only way to fight for the greatest chance of survival.

"You want to leave?" Li Meixia's voice became sharp, "Then what about me and Doudou?"

Qu Wenle was speechless for a while.What to do, I'm not her father.

The two children on the sofa looked over, Doudou looked at her mother and then at Qu Wenle, who had no expression on her face, crying heartbrokenly, "Xinxin don't go..."

Qu Wenxin squeezed her fingers and shook her head, "I will go wherever my brother goes." Although there are monsters outside, my brother will definitely protect her.

Qu Wenle nodded without any unnecessary explanation.

Taking in the mother and daughter is based on years of love and kindness, and he has no obligation or ability to give them more protection.

There is not much food for four people in the family, and the power of faith has been converted into vegetables and meat. They are used up, and they will just sit back and eat quickly.

His departure did not leave more buffer time for their survival. If they live a few more days, they will be lucky enough to wait for the army to rescue them, but the future is in their own hands.

In the end, you have to rely on yourself.

Li Meixia's face was livid, and she took the bacon to the kitchen to cook.

People are always like this. When others treat you well, they will be grateful at first, but they will take it for granted after more times.

If you take it back one day, people will hold grudges instead, thinking that you have taken away what she deserves.

Few people think that it is their duty not to help, and it is luck to help you.

At lunch time, the atmosphere had returned to normal. Li Meixia graciously brought food to the two children, seemingly inadvertently sighing that Xinxin had grown so big in the blink of an eye. She also talked about the old relationship with Qu's father and Qu's mother. Fascinated, Qu Wenle remained unmoved.

Seeing that the young man was determined, Li Meixia stopped persuading her. She knew that it was despicable to use the young man to protect herself and collect supplies, but she was just a widow with a child. Apart from sweeping the floor and cooking, she was powerless to do more. Grasp all immediate interests.

After the meal, Qu Wenle took the little bag on his back, and took the little sister who was carrying the little bag to bid farewell to Aunt Li and Doudou, taking the first step out of the old warm nest.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and in the corridor of Unit 1 of Yuyuan Community, zombies are hiding in the shadows to cool off and talk nonsense.

Zombie A tilted his neck: Aww~~~ (Ahhhh... so scary.)

Zombie B: Howling ----- (so cool!)

Zombie A opened his protruding eye whites: Aww (that person must be a monster QAQ)

Zombie B: Howling, howling, howling! (Stupid that is a supernatural being!)

With a kitchen knife pinned to his waist, Qu Wenle took the lead with his beloved shit-stirring stick in his hand. It was unimpeded all the way to the second floor, except for two rotten and smelly zombies scattered across the road, and the corridor on the first floor was full of people lying here and there Zombie corpse.

All of them are traces of a bloody hole in the middle of the forehead and being pierced by a sharp object.

There were only two female zombies standing against the wall and howling at each other. It looked like they were high school students before they died.

Qu Wenle was astonished, this shit, Superman came here?

"That's a supernatural power."

---System, this is the first time you take the initiative to talk to me.

---Ability, 6666...huh? !Really have supernatural powers?What about my abilities!

"you have not."

---Oh, go away.

Magic year, January 1th of the first year.

Times make heroes.

Human beings recovered from the panic in the early days of the doomsday and began to sum up their survival experience.

Survivors are forced to take up weapons to protect themselves. Under the pressure of life and death, the infinite potential of human beings is stimulated, and magical elements are released during the crisis, and they are called supernatural beings.

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I would like to use a black pen to draw a silent stage play~ You are a spoiled child~ I still don’t speak~~——— Lyrics "Don't Talk"