Natural Disaster: After hoarding hundreds of millions of supplies, I lay down and won

Chapter 173 Daoist, where are you going?

The crowd fell silent for a moment, but the silence didn't last long.

"Everyone listen to me, go! They don't have as many bullets as ours!"

With this loud cry, the hesitant person squeezed forward again desperately.

For them, if not shot to death, they will starve to death.

Since you are going to die sooner or later, of course you have to fight hard before you die.

Before a person dies, their explosive potential is unlimited. Coupled with the large number of them, even though some of them were shot to death, they quickly gained the upper hand and controlled the situation.

Those leaders even got their guns and raised their arms and shouted, "Everyone follow me! From today on, the dungeon is ours!"

All the people were cheering, and they followed behind one after another, heading towards the next floor.

There are no residents on this floor, and the warehouse is not here. If you want to have food, drink, and a place to live, you have to go down.

As these people left, this floor gradually returned to tranquility, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

In the corner where the light is not strong, there are three people standing.

These three people are none other than Mu Qianqian, Zhou Ziyang and the old Taoist priest.

Since the conflict broke out in the crowd, the three of them quietly hid in the corner.

They don't want to be bullied, nor do they want to fight with these survivors.

But the three of them also understood that it was not so easy to stay out of the matter.

No matter at that moment people are in control of the situation, the following days will not be stable.

Mu Qianqian sighed, raised her head and looked towards the stairs.

"I don't know how Nan Ci is doing now."

Zhou Ziyang patted Mu Qianqian on the shoulder, "Don't worry too much, don't you know Nan Ci's skills? She will definitely be fine."

Mu Qianqian was not so optimistic, and shook her head with a heavy heart, "Although Nanci is very powerful, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. She left with her cubs, and she didn't bring anything to eat or drink. She even left the base. In this weather, I don't know if she has found a safe place to hide, and if she has food or drink..."

The more Mu Qianqian spoke, the more worried she became, her voice was choked up, and tears welled up in her eyes.

That day, when Nan Ci left, he said that he would come back late, and told them not to wait for her for dinner.

After dinner was ready, they specially served Nanci's food and left it aside before eating together.

But when they finished their meal, it was completely dark outside, and Nan Ci still didn't come back.

They were worried in their hearts and were about to go out to search, but a blizzard suddenly fell.

The violent storm didn't give them a chance to move forward at all, let alone looking for someone, they couldn't even see what was going on two meters away.

The three had no choice but to retreat back into the RV.

But in that kind of weather, the caravan was not safe. It was blown by the wind and hit the igloo. They were sitting in it, and they were also blown to this side.

Although they really wanted to wait for Nanci in the RV, the situation waited for no one, and in the end they had no choice but to pack up some supplies and rush to the dungeon with other nearby survivors.

During the past few days in the dungeon, the three of them have been searching among the survivors, hoping to find Nanci.

But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

After a few days, they searched for all the survivors, and there was no sign of Nanci at all.

At this time, even if they don't want to believe it, they have to admit that Nan Ci really didn't enter the dungeon.

In a relatively safe underground city, it is difficult to live a stable life. Mu Qianqian really dare not think about what kind of life Nanci is living at this time.

Zhou Ziyang wanted to comfort Mu Qianqian again, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

The old Taoist priest who had been silent all this time slowly opened his mouth.

"Don't be so pessimistic, Nan Ci is more capable than you think."

Mu Qianqian, who was crying silently, suddenly heard this sentence, and couldn't care less to continue crying, and immediately looked at the old Taoist priest.

"Daozhang, what do you mean by saying this? Do you know something?"

The old Taoist smiled and shook his head, "I didn't say anything."

Mu Qianqian and Zhou Ziyang looked at each other.

Since both of them were very curious about the meaning of the old Taoist's words, but after getting along for so long, they both understood the old Taoist's character and knew that even if they asked him again, they wouldn't say anything, so they didn't ask again.

For Mu Qianqian, it was enough to know that Nanci was safe.

If someone else said this, Mu Qianqian probably wouldn't believe it.

But these words came from the mouth of an old Taoist priest, and Mu Qianqian firmly believed them.

"As long as she's safe."

As Mu Qianqian spoke, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The old Taoist also laughed together, "If we have time to worry about her, we might as well worry about ourselves. From now on, life in the dungeon will be difficult."

Zhou Ziyang's face was heavy, "The Taoist priest is right, we can't just wait for death, we can't wait to see who is the winner, we must find a way to ensure our own safety."

Mu Qianqian was only concerned about Nan Ci's safety before, and never thought about what they would do in the future. Now that she heard what the two said, she was also a little anxious.

"Taoist, Zi Yang, what do you think we should do?"

Zhou Ziyang thought for a while, "We should find a safe house to live in because of the chaos now."

They brought a lot of supplies, and the three of them saved food, and it would be no problem to persist for ten days and a half months.

As for what to do after ten days and a half months, we can only take one step at a time.

What if they don't live to that time, wouldn't it be useless to think so much?

The old Taoist nodded in agreement, "We will not participate in their disputes, but we can't let them arrange it. I have just observed carefully. Except for this square, most of the shops on this floor are shops.

In addition, there are two rooms with stainless steel doors and windows, where the management staff lives, and the safety is guaranteed.

Let's occupy those two rooms, so that we won't be attacked by enemies, and we won't be able to eat or sleep well. "

Neither Mu Qianqian nor Zhou Ziyang had any opinion on the old Taoist's proposal.

The three of them discussed it properly, and without wasting time, they immediately walked towards the room that the old Taoist said.

The manager of this floor has been killed, and all the survivors have gone down. The two rooms have also been searched. At this time, the door is open, which is convenient for them.

Just as the three of them were about to reach the door of the room, voices suddenly sounded behind them.

"Master, where are you going?"

The sound was so sudden that the three of them froze, then turned around slowly and looked behind them.

Under the light that was not too bright, a tall and thin figure could be seen standing not far away.

This person is none other than Li Chuang.

(End of this chapter)