The boss relies on hoarding goods to lie flat in the end-of-the-world game

She just sent a message to Shi Wei, telling her about her senior sister, but she never got a reply from Shi Wei.

Buzz…

The phone vibrated, and Hu Miaomiao quickly checked it.

The screen displays Senior Sister Qingwen's application to add her as a friend.

Hu Miaomiao clicked on the verification information, and Senior Sister Qingwen wrote on the application message.

【Miss, when will you come?】

Hu Miaomiao quickly approved the other party's application and then replied.

[Senior sister, I’ll wait for my friend, we’ll come up tonight.]

…

Mo Shiwei ignored the lit screen.

She stared at the man very close to her and couldn't help but curse in her heart.

Bah, we are really enemies on a narrow road.

Who would have thought that she would meet the boy who robbed her of her meat here. She was so unlucky.

At this moment, the two have been confronting each other for ten minutes.

The next second, the boy spoke to break the silence.

"I'll help you if you return it yourself?"

The voice is as cold and stinky as ever!

Mo Shiwei gritted her teeth, "Why should I retreat?"

Now they are both squeezed into the same ventilation duct.

However, this pipe can only accommodate one person.

So Mo Shiwei had to move back so that the man could climb out of the pipe, but it was very uncomfortable for Mo Shiwei to move back.

"I don't mind wheeling a body out."

The man spoke again, and the next second he actually pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Mo Shiwei's eyebrows, his eyes full of murderous intent.

This pistol is not large in size, but its metal texture looks cold and makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Mo Shiwei took a breath of air.

Judging from this man's tone, he is definitely capable of doing such a thing, and people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

If he was really shot and killed, it would be a very painful death.

"Don't..." Mo Shiwei forced out a stiff smile, "I'm retreating, brother, don't get excited, I'm retreating."

As she spoke, Mo Shiwei began to move her body back and forth little by little.

Going back was much more difficult than climbing forward, but Mo Shiwei didn't dare to relax because the guy in front of him was the God of Death.

…

Fifth floor.

In the living room with the lights on, several people were tied into rice dumplings, and their mouths were stuffed with cotton balls, and they were struggling.

Several painful roars could be heard from the master bedroom from time to time.

"Senior Qingwen, will there be any problems with the boss?"

A man with several thick sores on his face asked a woman standing at the door of the master bedroom next door with a particularly anxious expression.

This woman also has a few thick sores on her face, but it can still be seen from her eyebrows that she does not have these things, so she must be a beautiful woman.

Her wavy hair was spread out like a begonia. She was wearing shorts and a leather jacket, and her figure was also very good, with concave and convex shapes.

"The old man also drank the medicine himself, so he should be fine."

Qingwen's voice was also hoarse. She didn't have much confidence when she said this. After all, the shouts inside were too terrifying.

She knew that the monsters downstairs were all infected by some kind of substance in the school's chemistry laboratory.

And they were also infected. Fortunately, they caught the manager of the chemistry laboratory in time and got a few bottles of potions, so they didn't turn into the irrational monsters below.

However, this medicine can only delay their onset, but cannot completely remove the substances from their bodies.

As a result, these thick sores began to appear on their faces, and as time went by, they started to fester little by little.

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