Eschatology: Raise a Man Into a Husband

"It seems that someone is hitting the door outside. Did you hear it? It was the sound of someone hitting the door." The people inside the cave couldn't help frowning at the sound outside.

For a moment, everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding and generally stopped talking.

The outside sound became very loud in a moment, and the whole cave only heard the sound from outside.

"What is that sound? It seems to be the sound of rain hitting the iron door, but it also seems to be the sound of something knocking on the door." After a person asked such a question, the people around couldn't help but listen with their ears up.

The sound became louder and louder, and at the same time dripping liquid began to appear inside the iron gate.

Staring at the liquid, the Marshal stretched out his hand, and when his gloved hand touched the iron gate in front of him, the glove instantly stuck to the iron gate.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the marshal quickly withdrew his hand.

However, at this moment, there was no sound from outside the iron gate, and the iron gate began to quickly appear like ice sticks.

The cold air eroded from the outside towards the temperature inside.

The marshal frowned when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Quickly, go find someone to make a fire here, and don't let the cold air in from outside." The marshal said to the soldier behind him.

"Yes." The soldier looked at the traces of ice sticks appearing on the iron gate, which would only happen in extreme cold conditions.

"Speed, speed, hurry up, hurry up." The marshal stood at a distance of one meter from the door and felt the cold air pounce continuously from the outside, it felt as if his cheeks were about to be frozen.

Seeing ice sticks appearing on the iron door, together with the cold breath around the door, the soldiers quickly moved the wood and burned around the door.

After the wood burned, the ice sticks began to melt into water and penetrate into the ground.

"Marshal, according to external indications, the surrounding area has been frozen by cold air. The instrument can still be used for the time being, but it is not guaranteed when the instrument will not be used."

Looking at the marshal in front of him, the soldiers suddenly came with a sense of eagerness.

He can guarantee that he has never seen such a scene before. The dark world is covered with ice and snow, and the movements of countless zombies in the ice and snow have become slow. Not to mention, they are gradually covered by ice and snow.

Soldiers couldn't help but worry about how long they could persist in such an environment like this world.

The marshal's face changed slightly, and his big beard lips began to turn a little purple. The slightly dispirited but energetic eyes were somewhat intolerable and chilly.

"I can hold on for as long as I can, and I will find a way for the rest."

"But Marshal, we don't have much energy. Once the wood is burned out, we will..." Before the soldiers finished speaking, the cold wind suddenly blew from the crack in the iron door.

The soldier shuddered.

"Just what? Now I want to find a way to ensure that the cold outside this door can't get in, and there is one more point, immediately make me oxygen." The marshal yelled.

Song Fengfu listened to the outside voice, but people ran into the space.

From the mouth of the steward outside the space, Song Fengfu heard a really not very good news.

There is still no change in the sky in my hometown, and he is still in a dark world.

This is not good news for Song Fengfu, just because the air supply in the crystal base is obviously insufficient.

If there are no more zombie beads to unlock the land in the space, and if there are no more trees to satisfy the oxygen supply, they have only a dead end.

Thinking of this, Song Fengfu put all the zombie beads he collected into the space.

However, the index of the space is still a full 200,000 zombie beads.

These two hundred thousand zombie beads Sean Junnan has fifty thousand, where are they going to find the remaining 150,000, and who should they find?

Song Fengfu only felt very troubled.

Facing Song Fengfu's situation, Lu Jingxuan asked indifferently, "What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking about how to get more zombie beads." Song Fengfu raised his head and looked at him.

"Isn't it easy to get more zombie beads? In the entire refuge, I don't believe no one can't get zombie beads." Lu Jingxuan looked at Sean's tent and wanted to get zombie beads. This man has fifty thousand zombie beads on his body.

It should be able to top it for a while now.

"What do you want to do?" Song Fengfu frowned.

"It's very simple, first find Sean Junnan, and send him back after 50,000 zombie beads." Lu Jingxuan blinked.

Sean does not only have 50,000 zombie beads in his hand, he wants to see how many zombie beads Sean can take out.

"Okay, fifty thousand zombie beads is probably not enough, he doesn't only have fifty thousand zombie beads." Song Fengfu thought that Sean's hand had at least seventy or eighty thousand zombie beads.

If he is willing to supply these zombie beads, it will only benefit them without harm.

Song Fengfu raised a faint smile. If that was the case, Sean would be unlucky. After all, being eaten to death is not necessarily a good thing.

When the ideas hit Sean Junnan, they naturally have to implement their ideas.

Lu Jingxuan opened the curtain of the tent, and when he was about to go out, he felt the air outside, very cold.

"The weather is getting colder and colder." Lu Jingxuan finished speaking and walked towards Sean's tent.

"Season, are you here? I have something to discuss with you." Lu Jingxuan's warm voice came out of his mouth.

Sean listened to his voice and opened the curtain of the tent. On Junxiu's face, the pale face made it seem that his condition at this time was not very good.

"Lu Jingxuan? Is there anything wrong with you?"

"Let's go inside the tent and say." Lu Jingxuan glanced around and made sure no one noticed them, and then quickly entered his tent.

Looking at him with a mysterious appearance, Sean frowned slightly.

Entering the tent, Lu Jingxuan turned and looked at him. "Do you want to return to the crystal base?"

"Go back to the crystal base, can you go back now?" Sean couldn't help getting excited as he listened to him.

"As long as you hand in enough zombie beads, you can go back. I remember you have more than 70,000 zombie beads in cash." When Lu Jingxuan said this, Sean Junnan Youyou looked straight at him.

Could it be that he was hitting the zombie bead in his hand?

Sean's eyes showed that Lu Qingxuan was somewhat hairy.

"Yes, I have more than 70,000 zombie beads, but these zombie beads belong to me personally."

"Yes, this zombie orb does belong to you alone, but I want to say that if you want to return to the crystal base, these more than 70,000 zombie orbs must be handed over."