"Snoring? Grinding your teeth? Or talking in your sleep?"

"If it's more serious, he might sleepwalk."

"Hey, sleepwalking is sleepwalking."

"That's fine, as long as you don't mind."

As he spoke, Zheng Gan took out a fruit knife from his bag and placed it on the bedside table.

"Zheng Gan, what are you doing?"

"For self-defense, in case you mutate at night, or zombies come."

"I have to have a chance to struggle."

"Well, if you don't welcome me, just say so."

Zheng Gan shrugged and made a gesture of invitation.

Tang Jingye didn't say anything more, just took his bag and went to look for a room again.

Afterwards, a few more people came and wanted to join Zheng Gan.

But they were all scared away by Zheng Gan's knife.

It’s not that everyone is timid and fearful.

However, these people don’t have nutrient solution to replenish their physical strength, and their bodies are weak. No one is willing to waste their energy for a place to sleep.

By the time everyone was ready, we didn't know what time it was.

Zheng Gan received his food, half a compressed biscuit.

I slowly slurred it in my mouth, thinking that I could save a few survival points, so I didn't think it was that bad anymore.

Besides, compressed biscuits are not that bad to eat except that they are dry.

Of course, eating it every day is another matter.

At night, although the bed was very comfortable and of moderate firmness, Zheng Gan woke up several times, almost every time he took a nap.

When it was dawn, Zheng Gan simply didn't sleep. He sat on the bay window and looked at the villa opposite which was still guarded by soldiers.

He really wanted to see what the Mo family's refuge looked like.

If it's appropriate, he plans to live here for a while.