In a dim and damp underground warehouse, eight or nine timid, ragged girls curled up in a corner of the room, lowered their heads, and their whole body was shaking.

No one made a sound.

There was a dying girl lying on the ground next to her, with her messy hair covering most of her face, and her body was so dirty that it made people unable to see her true face.

A strong stench floated in the entire air, making people feel nauseous.

After a while, one of the fingers of the lying girl bent slightly, one after another.

Feng Moxi felt sore and weak all over, and her whole head was confused, but the feeling of heartache was so real. Could it be that he was still bitten by a mutant monster?

She never wanted to experience that kind of pain again.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the hazy light came in from a small ten-inch square window above his head.

There was a dark aura everywhere around, which made people feel very uncomfortable. It was the end of the world.

Feng Moxi tried hard to sit up, but found that his whole body could not raise any strength. The pain in his body and the cold feeling of touching his body on the ground were so real.

Did you be saved?

Feng Moxi couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Who cares about other people's life and death in the doomsday?" On that day, he was obviously thrown into the monster group by his cousin, and watched his flesh and blood be torn to pieces with his own eyes.

It was stuffed into the monster's mouth, and the heart-wrenching pain and the indifference of people on the city wall were all imprinted in her mind.

She thought she was as beautiful as a flower and protected by her powerful cousin. She was so prosperous in the doomsday, but that was just an illusion.

I didn't expect my cousin to hate me so much.

He even let himself die, was it just because she expressed love for the cold male god several times, or because she had clearly inspired the mutation of power, but never killed a monster in the doomsday?

Thinking of this, Feng Moxi's eyes darkened slightly, and a trace of fierce light appeared. At that time, he just didn't want to die so ugly.

Feng Moxi struggled to move his fingers, and the thorny pain hit his heart again.

"It's been a week, so there are walking monsters everywhere outside. I don't think our Nether Ball is expected." A low and hoarse voice floated over from the window on the wall.

...A week? What week? Is it a week since the city was broken? Judging from the current situation, they seem to be trapped in a hidden place...

Could it be...?

"Don't think about it, it's the same everywhere now. In the morning, the boss took dozens of brothers out to check the situation, and when he came back, there were only three people left. Three people." Speaking of this, the man's voice couldn't help but tremble a little.

"Pooh…."

The voice before spit out fluid and spit out heavily, "Damn it, what kind of world is this? I finally took the risk of stealing such girls back. I haven't taken action yet, but I didn't expect to encounter this."

"I think it's just a waste of food."

"Hmph, that can't be cheap for them."

Then both of them smiled softly and wretchedly, obviously forgot their trembling heart just now.

Feng Moxi's eyes began to become clear, dark red blood flashed in her eyes, and a cold and harsh arousal passed by her heart.

After all, she has experienced the end of the world. No matter how she pretended to be weak in her previous life, she died miserably for four years after the end of the world. It is different.

She pinched her fingers lightly, tried hard to restrain her irritable mood, raised her head with difficulty, looked at the small translucent window, tightly sealing a rusty iron door, and a dilapidated wooden ladder extending downwards.

The room was dark and small, with a dark smell.

The last look stopped on the group of girls curled up in the corner, and the eyes flashed slightly.

Is it the end of the world now?

After pondering for a while, Feng Moxi raised his hand tremblingly again. Her pair of dirty and imperceptible fingers were so weak that they couldn't see the color. This was indeed not the hand she had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

He is not the fat hand that is pink and round before the end of the world.

Could it be that her life not only needs to be restarted once, but also reborn in others and experience this aimless darkness?

No, she doesn't want to!

Feng Moxi grabbed his head in pain, making his hair even more messy.

"You, are you awake?" A mosquito-like voice rang in my ears.

A pretty girl with a round face was watching her carefully at this moment, her face full of concern.

But this sudden sound made her mood become irritable again. Her cold eyes swept away with a hint of hostility. The girl retracted and squeezed to the side of the girls, not daring to make a sound.

Then, Feng Moxi pulled the corner of his lips and nodded slightly to the girl.

At this moment, the dim small window was suddenly opened in a small gap, and countless steamed buns were thrown in from the open gap.

Sprinkled on the ground.

Then the window closed with a "bang".

The girls curled up in the corner of the wall, their eyes shone brightly and swarmed up, quickly grabbed the moldy steamed buns on the ground, squatted back to the corner of the wall, and started to eat them voraciously.

Many people make low and hoarse coughs because their throats are dry, but their swallowing speed has not slowed down.

The pretty girl also grabbed a steamed bun and retreated to the corner of the wall. Looking at Feng Moxi who was lying on the ground with weak power, she thought about it and grabbed the last steamed bun on the ground.

He slowly moved to Feng Moxi and whispered: "Eat, eat something, stop being stubborn, now is the end of the world." After saying that, his eyes were filled with horror, and his voice choked up.

I thought about something, my expression was sad.

Feng Moxi looked at the yellow steamed bun handed over in surprise, with a light layer of moldy clothes on it.

"Gulugulu", her stomach rang uncontrollably.

Then my stomach felt cramped, and a feeling of hunger suddenly came up, and my heart felt so uncomfortable that I vomited.

It has been a long time since she saw grains and food. Three years after the end of the world, due to land pollution, the food was basically cut off, and some surplus grain dug out from the depths of the ground was also moldy and bitter.

Unless it is a small product from a high-rise laboratory at the base.

Most people can't even see it. What they eat is just mutant animal meat. After eating it for a long time, it is light and tasteless.

Although this steamed bun is a bit moldy, it does not affect consumption.
Chapter completed!