My monster merges everything

Two days after the distribution of supplies, the atmosphere in the entire seven-building temporary gathering point was very gloomy and depressing.

Most people choose to stay in their rooms. Even if they have to go out for something, they don't say hello to each other when they meet.

When the material distribution caused trouble, the window paper of order was already broken.

Everyone already knows that the current situation is just barely maintaining. If you want to have a say, you must have a big enough fist. However, it is a pity that most people are not contractors, and they do not have the same strength as Su Han.

Therefore, they can only protect themselves by avoiding unnecessary complications as much as possible. It would be better if official rescue could arrive in time.

As time goes by, the shortcomings of high-rise residential buildings are gradually exposed.

First, the gas was suddenly cut off. There was no gas in the pipes. To start a fire, we could only rely on flammable waste or books, wooden furniture, etc. found on various floors.

Because the combustibles are limited, we want to extend the use time as much as possible, and we are also worried about the danger of carbon monoxide poisoning if there is a fire in the room.

Most of the survivors began to selectively eat some ready-to-eat food, or temporarily set up a shared fire in the hall under the unified command of Cheng Zhenyong.

The matter of lighting a fire for cooking was barely solved, but on the second day, a more difficult situation arose.

The entire building began to lose water. The water tank on the roof still stored some water, but the water meter in the water supply pipe had stopped rotating and no longer supplied water to the building.

This means that if the water in the water tank is used up and the water they previously stored is also used up, the entire seventh building will be completely without water.

The situation is getting worse, but the heavy fog outside shows no sign of dissipating.

Under such circumstances, the atmosphere in the entire building became increasingly depressing. Many people fell into a negative mood, and despair gradually spread among the crowd.

More than once, faint sounds of crying or roars of collapse could be heard from various rooms.

The four Su Hans had sufficient supplies on hand. Even if the four of them consumed them together, they would be able to last at least a month or two. Compared to everyone's despair, the four of them focused on training their own apostles.

Su Han's words are correct. In such an apocalyptic world, only strength is the last word, so that you can survive better.

Therefore, except for Yan Meiyu, everyone controlled their apostles to exercise in their own rooms, and even conducted some combat training.

Although only two days had passed, Gan Xinglei and Zhu Xiong could clearly feel that the power of their apostles' feedback had indeed increased.

Su Han did not just train his four-armed flesh corpse, but concentrated on immersing his consciousness into the consciousness space. The Book of Blood Spirits in the consciousness space and the figure of the four-armed flesh corpse on the page. .

He wanted to strengthen the connection through this kind of understanding, so as to understand and synchronize the four-armed corpse's new skill of primary self-healing.

However, two days have passed. Although the control of the four-armed flesh corpse and the perception of the Book of Blood Spirits have become more acute, there has been no progress in synchronizing self-healing skills. Obviously, no real method has been found.

Unlike the three of them, Yan Meiyu does not exercise in her own room.

She secretly sent the rot-skin rats out and followed Su Han's instructions to keep an eye on He Fang and their movements.

Everyone thought that this would be a long process, but they never thought that only two days had passed before Yan Meiyu put a recording in front of them.

She looked serious and said with anger in her eyes: "Where did they go to find Lin Hong and prepare to attack you?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the three men present changed, with a dangerous light.

They thought about their ambitions, but they didn't expect that this guy would expand so quickly.

"You're really looking for death."

Several people sat down around the table in the living room. Su Han's eyes were calm and he said, "Let's talk about it."

"Everything is in this recorder. You will know it when you listen to it."

Yan Meiyu turned on the recorder, and then controlled the recorder to start fast forwarding, pulling the recording to the time point where they were discussing how to deal with Su Han.

Yan Meiyu secretly let her rot-skinned rat take the recording pen in, through the public exhaust pipe, into the exhaust vent of the range hood in their room, and then from that position into the wall cabinet next to it.

The rot-skin rat is only half a meter apart except for its tail, so it has no problem hiding in these compartments of cabinets, let alone that it just placed a recorder and then retreated first.

Following Yan Meiyu's operation, He Fang's and the others' voices soon came from the recording pen.

The sound is not real, after all, it should be some distance from the living room.

However, the specific content of their discussion was still recorded, especially He Fang's ambitious voice, which actually wanted to subdue Su Han through beheading.

When they heard this, several people's faces turned cold.

Zhu Xiong sneered again and again and cursed: "You little bastard, you want to play dirty, right?"

Su Han tapped the table and suddenly said: "Lao Zhu, go find them later."

Zhu Xiong Zhu Xiong was stunned. He showed a puzzled look and said in surprise: "What should I do with them? What the fuck are they doing?"

Su Han said calmly: "Don't they want to know this secret? Go and tell him. I can also find a place where no one is around to send them off."

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In the lobby on the first floor of Building 7, Wu Guang has been guarding the gate for two days, smoking one cigarette after another and feeling very irritable.

‘Damn it, the four of them shouldn’t just stay in the room like this for four or five days, right? Half of the people were missing, and they were telling you nonsense. ’

Generally speaking, the sentry at the main entrance should be guarded in turns to prevent monsters from outside from rushing in.

Originally, the security team was responsible for more here, but Wu Guang took the initiative to be on duty here in the past two days.

Of course it is worth it, but keeping it is not the purpose.

The purpose was to create an opportunity to meet Zhu Xiong, but I didn't even see him in the past two days.

Wu Guang did not dare to express this matter openly, and felt a little irritated, so he said to the young security guard Xiao Zhao on the side: "You watch first, I will go to the toilet to smoke a cigarette, sitting here so I’m almost getting hemorrhoids for a long time.”

Ignoring Xiao Zhao's answer, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, prepared to refill himself, and walked toward the toilet on the first floor.

However, as soon as he reached the toilet, he was suddenly pulled away.

He subconsciously wanted to summon his apostle, but he heard a familiar voice coming from his ears.

"Be quiet. Do you want Su Han to know?"

Wu Guang took a closer look and couldn't help but widen his eyes. Showing surprise: Zhu Xiong?

He suddenly understood something with a flash of inspiration, and a smile appeared on his face: "Brother, have you figured it out? Did you find out anything?"

Zhu Xiong looked cautious, but said in a philistine tone: "Don't try to get close to me yet. This news is that two taels of gold are not enough. You have to add money."