A Son-in-law in Doomsday

Winston was speechless with Winston as he looked out the window with a pout.

It was raining heavily. Would that person be able to get wet outside? Serves him right!

When Wen Sijia unintentionally saw a figure, she looked over.

It was a large mirror that A'Shen had specially brought for her sister-in-law.

The figure Wen Sijia saw was herself.

She was dumbfounded when she saw the expression on her face through the mirror.

Ye Zichen frowned and pouted, while his face turned red. Was this woman Wen Sijia?

No, no, no! It couldn't be her!

How could she have such an attitude as a little girl?

Wen Sijia sat down on the sofa and looked at the woman in the mirror. For a long time, she couldn't calm herself down.

The rain was getting heavier.

After the apocalyptic changes around the world, industrial production had basically stopped. In just over a month, the Earth's ecosystem had undergone drastic changes.

With less human activity, everything was more natural.

Thus, nature naturally assumed the posture that it should have.

Actually, many, many years ago, when this planet was still very young, its natural energy was far more ferocious than this.

An earthquake can turn the sky upside down, a wave can lift a thousand feet, and a gale can blow ice from the northern hemisphere straight into the South Pacific.

Of course, there was no such thing as the Pacific Ocean at that time. All the oceans were connected, and the land was not exposed on the planet.

Perhaps there were marine life forms at that time, but none of this would have been known by the new Earth life forms two billion years from now.

To Earth, humans were but a drop in the ocean, too short.

Not only was this rain very fierce, it was also very clear and sweet.

As Yang Mu walked, rain water flowed into his mouth, and he couldn't help but take a few sips. He felt that the taste was quite good, a bit like an old farmer's mineral water.

After leaving the base, it was already very late at night. Yang Mu found a residential building on the edge of the city to shelter him from the rain.

This was the outskirts of the old city, so the house was old, low, and six stories tall.

What made Yang Mu surprised was that there were a lot of people in the building.

Not only were there some in the room, but also in the corridor.

"This place is full. Go somewhere else."

Just as they entered, two god-like men stopped Yang Mu.

Yang Mu looked up. Indeed, there were a lot of people sitting on the stairs.

"I'll avoid the rain."

Yang Mu didn't walk in. Instead, he stood by the stairs leading to the first floor.

The two hulks looked him up and down, then nodded.

Yang Mu began to chat with them.

"Do you have a cigarette? All of them have turned into smoke and water. "

"It's raining so heavily, who let you run outside? Hungry? "

"Heh heh." "

As the person spoke, he gave Yang Mu a cigarette. Yang Mu lit it and said,

"Yeah, it's been a few days since I last ate. This mountain is so chaotic."

While smoking, Yang Mu had already thought of why these people were here.

It was really hard to survive in the mountains. The zombie territory was expanding and there were still ancient apes around.

Therefore, some people had returned to the edge of the city, where they could obtain supplies.

Not just food, but food as well.

If people were used to human life, it would be hard for them to become savages again.

It was the same for everyone. They all wanted to eat better, dress better, live better, and use better.

But there was nothing in the forest.

"Where is the chaos? "Where there are zombies, there is chaos. Where there are no zombies, there are people, this is even more chaotic."

"Brother, you look like a good person. Who's in charge here? Who are you showing the door to? "

"Brother Haonan."

"Brother Haonan? "Who is it?"

"Our boss was a road-builder last week. He had a bunch of people under his command."

"He's called Chen Haonan?"

"No, Zhang Haonan, 25 or 26 years old. His wife died during the apocalypse. The daughter of our construction company's boss is his woman. "That woman is really pretty. Actually, if I can get rid of her, it would be worth it even if I die in this world."

The man made eye contact with another gatekeeper, and then began to draw a picture of a woman with Yang Mu.

Yang Mu's mouth twitched.

It was simply snow-white, with large areas, small areas, round areas, and flat areas.

Women were more or less the same, but men were able to describe different feelings.

Due to their friendly conversation with the two of them, they found some dry clothes for Yang Mu to change into. They even got him some food and slept in a room.

Of course, Yang Mu sincerely thanked them. It seemed that these two were good people, or else they wouldn't be so cordial towards him.

However, they seemed to be overly trusting. It seemed that they had never experienced the cruelty of the apocalypse, so they did not understand the nature of the apocalypse.

The room he brought was on the second floor. He opened the door and found that there were at least twenty people inside.

Even though it was two rooms and a living room, which was more than seventy square meters, there was a bit of a crowd.

However, people would rather choose to live in such a crowded environment than to go out and be alone. Warming in groups was a human trait that had existed since ancient times.

Yang Mu found a corner where two women were sleeping. Yang Mu went over and lay down beside them.

They were completely oblivious to it, as if Yang Mu was the air.

After lying down for a while, Yang Mu had a feeling of tiredness. He should go to bed early, there were still a lot of things he needed to do tomorrow.

It was almost eleven o'clock.

He woke up three hours later and was woken up.

"Zombie!" "Zombie!"

Everyone in the room was shouting.

Yang Mu sat up, releasing the level six Huang to look outside. The entire staircase was filled with zombies!

How could this be? He also did not see a lot of ores appearing in the corridor.

Yang Mu couldn't have guessed that it was actually because of a zombie virus carrier.

He was bitten, but he didn't turn into a zombie, so he kept it a secret until half a month later.

However, even if this was the case, it wouldn't cause everyone in the corridor to turn into zombies.

It was only because of the first person who ran out.

He was the boss of a construction company. His wife had been played for fun and she had willingly become someone else's woman.

He felt incomparably humiliated, but he still had to live on someone else's account.

When zombies appeared in the corridor, this person was the first to run out. He went outside to lock the door, then found an iron pipe and locked the door.

This allowed the corridor to be enclosed in a space, allowing everyone to turn into zombies.

Yang Mu frowned as he touched his forehead. Did he really have a fever?

Odd, he wasn't too sick before.

Yang Mu once again lay down and closed his eyes, not intending to meddle in the affairs of this place.

Just wait until morning, leave here, and go do your own thing.

This guy was actually a little dizzy. This was truly strange.

This was so dangerous. He was a vigilant person, yet only now did he wake up from the chaos. Fortunately, there were no enemies approaching him.

Yang Mu lay there quietly, while the others were unable to calm down.

Crying, crying, jumping out of a window.

Yang Mu felt that they were making a ruckus, but he was still unwilling to pay any attention to it.

He sat up a little and leaned against the wall, squinting as he looked around at the people around him.

It was truly laughable. When fear took over the hearts of people, it turned out that humans were such useless creatures.

"Come here!"

Suddenly, a young man pulled at a woman in the corner.

"What!"

The woman panicked.

"I haven't even slept with a woman, I want to sleep with you!"

"You …." I don't know you. "

The young man's eyes were bloodshot and he had already begun to remove the woman's clothes.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties. She was obviously an experienced woman.

"Go to the bedroom over there. Go to the bedroom over there and take it off." "

The two of them then left the hall and entered the bedroom.

There were a few people living in the bedroom, but they were all driven out by the young man. For this reason, he even beat a person's head with an iron rod.

Yang Mu watched the entire scene quietly for a moment before his gaze shifted to another spot on the door.

In another corner, an old man in his late twenties was holding a can of milk.

She shakily picked up her hand and tried to pull open the can, but her hand was too weak to pull it off. She tried a few times, but to no avail.

This time, Yang Mu hesitated. He stood up, walked over, and pulled open the can.

Yang Mu looked at her.

The drink was not steady. The milky-white milk from the corner of her mouth fell into the wrinkles that filled her with the vicissitudes of life.

After barely finishing all the milk, she looked at Yang Mu and said in a low voice:

"When I was seventy-one, I had a wish to drink a jug of this milk, but they said it was too sweet. I'm too sick to drink syrup, and now I'm eighty-three. I'm finally drinking it. I'm so happy."

Looking at the old lady, Yang Mu couldn't help but smile at her.

The old lady also looked at Yang Mu. Her aged eyes seemed to be filled with happiness.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, as if sleeping peacefully.

Yang Mu looked at her in a daze, and after a few minutes, he reached out his hand and placed it under the old lady's nose.

He lost his breath … Dead?

Yang Mu retracted his hand and frowned as he looked at the old man who had died in front of him.

So dying was so simple. She, who had been talking to him just a second ago, died just like that?

Yang Mu had always wanted to live, so he had never imagined death. Now that he had personally experienced the true state of death, his emotions were very deep.

The milk that he had wanted to drink twelve years ago when he was eighty-three years old, it was a pity that he had never had the chance to drink it in his entire life. Was this luck or misfortune?

Yang Mu could only believe that everything was blissful for the heavens. After all, she had fulfilled her wish.

However, she still looked very pitiful.

Perhaps her children were gone, and no one cared about her life.

Dying in a corner of this room, it was basically impossible for it to be her home.

No one was praising her, no one was sending her off.

Yang Mu stood up and walked to the side. He picked up the blanket that was placed on the ground and covered the old man's body with it. Then, he flipped over the corpse.

This was her grave.

When he was done, he stood up and bowed down.

The dead were the biggest, and Yang Mu felt that it was worth it.

It was easy to die, but hard to live to understand and be happy.

Yang Mu once again firmly believed that he had to live on and finish what he had not completed in this life. Otherwise, when he reached the age when he was old, he would probably regret it.

After a sleepless night, the rain stopped early in the morning. When the sun shone in, Yang Mu felt his body turning better and his fever receding.

Looking at the people in the room, they had been tormenting themselves all night and lacked the strength to continue.

Yang Mu pushed open the window, climbed up the wall and quickly went downstairs.

Someone noticed that when they went to the window and saw that Yang Mu had escaped, they were unable to stay in peace, so they called out to Yang Mu to save them.

After walking for a hundred meters, Yang Mu turned his head to look back. Then, he smiled towards the building before turning around to leave. He no longer had any desire to stay …