Returning to the end of the world before the natural disaster, I emptied the world of supplies

Almost no one else still on the water survived.

Hail comes and goes quickly.

The supplies floating on the water were quickly salvaged by people who jumped into the water from various corridors.

There was another fierce battle when salvaging supplies. Some people fought for just a few bags of instant noodles.

Jiang Yan didn't know what happened next.

Looking at the few remaining hailstones the size of pigeon eggs on the window sill, she fell into deep thought.

After the apocalypse in the previous life, she was locked up in the basement by Song Deming and Zhang Qiqi, so her understanding of the outside world came more from the two people's daily conversations.

She only knew the general progress, but she didn't know the specific details.

Even Song Deming and Zhang Qiqi, who had been hiding in the house, didn't know.

Now that I have experienced it myself, I always feel like something is wrong.

But she couldn't tell what it was specifically.

The sky outside is getting darker and darker, and the rain is falling again.

Amidst the "rumbling" thunder, blue and purple lightning flashed from time to time.

Jiang Yan returned to the living room, closed the blackout curtains, and turned on the lights.

I glanced at the thermometer and saw that the outdoor temperature was now only 3 degrees.

It's okay inside the house, it's almost 20 degrees.

Jiang Yan went to add some firewood to the fireplace, and then took a look at the surveillance camera that she hadn't looked at for a long time.

In the surveillance screen on the 31st floor, it looked normal.

Some people were curled up on the floor sleeping soundly, and some people were lying on their backs looking at the ceiling in a daze with empty eyes.

Someone also lit a fire at the entrance of the corridor. A group of people must be cooking together.

Judging from the expressions of those people chatting, it can be regarded as a rare harmonious atmosphere.

Judging from the appearance in the pot, it looks a bit like making the kind of fried noodles that Su Dai makes.

Frying the noodles will not only preserve them for a long time, resist moisture, but also make them easy to eat.

Next to it was a pile of table boards with broken table legs.

That's right, there are still people who have fever.

After a while, it will be almost impossible to eat hot food.

Afraid of carbon dioxide poisoning, the window at the entrance to the corridor was half-opened.

Several pieces of the surrounding glass must have been smashed by the previous hail, and the nearby ground was full of water.

There was thick smoke billowing in the corridor.

There was a coughing sound from time to time.

Part of it was choked by smoke.

There was also a part of me that probably had a cold, and there was obviously phlegm in the coughing sound.

It's normal. In the past two days, I have been fishing in the water, going out to look for supplies, and have been rained from time to time. The weather is so cold that even strong people are prone to colds, let alone those who are already fragile and lack food and clothing.

The scene on the 20th floor looks much messier.

Domestic garbage can be seen everywhere on the ground.

The door of 2002 was kicked open, and a bunch of people crowded at the door, all of them staring angrily, not knowing what was going on.

It looks like someone from downstairs moved up temporarily.

But they didn't know that the room they were fighting for now would be flooded a few days later.

The two women living on the floor of the elevator also tore each other's clothes and hair and struggled with each other.

On the ground next to him were half a pack of spilled instant noodles and a crying child with a sallow face.

Like those bagged instant noodles, if there is no hot water and cannot be brewed, they are crushed and the dry ingredients are sprinkled in and eaten as dry noodles.

What everyone experienced in the surveillance footage was nothing compared to the tragic experience she had in her previous life.

But she still looked a little heavy-hearted, and since she didn't find Ma Longbiao's group, she didn't continue watching.

She suddenly wanted to leave this place.

It's just that there is water outside now, and it will rain heavily in the next few days, so she can't go anywhere. In other words, the world is so big that there is no place she can go.

We can only get over the heavy rain period first.

Returning to sit by the fireplace, Jiang Yan stretched out her hands to bake.

She wasn't actually cold, just a little tired.

And when your body is close to a warm place, you can feel better.

After just letting her head rest for a while, she felt a little hungry. She was about to get up to get something to eat, but she felt her stomach tighten and a tingling sensation along her meridians followed.

Jiang Yan frowned. Oh no, her aunt is one month old again.

She had a history of dysmenorrhea for many years.

I had taken some traditional Chinese medicine to treat my condition before, and even consulted famous doctors, but it was obviously not getting better.

Now that I have been reborn, this problem has also come back.

She had stayed in space for a period of time before, and all aspects of her body had been improved and transformed. However, the improvement effect in this aspect was not obvious, which meant that the pain duration was shortened.

Fortunately, the most uncomfortable part is the first day, and after that, the pain will gradually weaken.

Jiang Yan didn't think much and stepped into the space.

At this moment, the progress over the creek has reached 66%, and the creek is much clearer to the naked eye.

It is a super beautiful creek, with some emerald green water plants and crystal clear pebbles in it.

But Wang Lingquan is still the same.

Jiang Yan is a little worried that the upgrade rhythms of the two are out of sync.

But there is no point in worrying at the moment. We can only wait slowly for the moment when the miracle is revealed.

After feeling it with his mind, Hua Bao was lying on his side, probably still busy cooking.

Jiang Yan didn't bother it, but went straight to the kitchen.

After brewing motherwort and drinking it, she got a warm palace patch and put it on it, and then she was going to cook herself a brown sugar-wine-stuffed egg.

Although the recipe is primitive and simple, I feel much better every time I eat it.

Jiang Yan went to bed early that night.

I slept in a safe house outside.

She didn't set an alarm and planned to sleep until she woke up naturally the next day.

Because she was on her period, she didn't arrange much for herself the next day.

In addition to practicing with firearms and familiarizing herself with the various operations of the yacht as usual, she was going to select some hatching eggs and put them in a thermostatic machine to slowly incubate them.

As for things that require labor, such as fencing the planting area and planting fruit trees, she plans to leave it to later.

Inspired by Su Dai growing vegetables on the balcony today, she plans to grow some vegetables on the balcony later.

Although there is a planting area in the space and there is no shortage of vegetables in the inventory, it is better to be prepared if you try planting in such a harsh environment outside.

There are no special planting pots at home.

She remembered that there were a bunch of large foam boxes containing seafood and fruits in the space.

After drilling a few holes in the bottom of these boxes to ensure ventilation and water, the replacement planter pot is ready.

Just thinking about it, people fell into sleep.

I don't know how long it took, but "Bang!" A loud noise woke Jiang Yan up from her sleep.

Her room was obviously well soundproofed, so being able to hear this sound meant that there was a lot of movement outside.

The fire door on the 32nd floor was locked.

The sound that was made was most likely what Ye Qing and Sun Jingtao were doing.

Although they were all acquaintances, Jiang Yan didn't open the door and go out without thinking.

Instead, he turned around and looked at the surveillance screen on the 32nd floor.

I don't know if I don't see it, I'm startled when I see it.

The originally locked fire door on the 32nd floor was now opened.

A burly man walked in holding something that looked like a police hammer.