Chapter 275: Seven Days of Recuperation

Oh, that's too much.

Xia Yan held his forehead speechlessly.

The slender fingers tapped randomly on the milky white marble countertop, making crisp tinkling sounds.

As the sun sets, the safe zone is dyed a light orange.

The hall gradually darkened.

Click.

The employee pressed the switch, and soft, bright white light filled the entire room. The empty hall was silent.

Ding Dong.

The elevator door opened.

A loud chattering sound followed.

“They’re back!”

"That's great! I've been worried all day and haven't even had a good meal. You're finally back!"

"Hubby, I don't ask you to bring back a lot of things, just keep them safe."

A group of people rushed out of the elevator, with crackling footsteps one after another, and rushed towards the safe area.

A face that had just woken up appeared behind the front desk.

What's wrong?

Are there zombies again?

Xia Yan squinted his eyes and half-leaned on his arms. He glanced at the crowd of customers at the door, lost interest, and fell back into the rocking chair. He ignored the noise around him and tried to sleep a little longer.

Why do I feel so lazy?

Don't want to move.

She rolled onto her side.

Suddenly, I felt a faint pain in my lower abdomen.

!!!

This feeling?

Not good!

She quickly got up and ran to the room in the backyard.

Bathroom—as expected!

After tidying herself up, she collapsed on the bed and didn't want to move at all.

I've been very busy recently and I happened to be feeling unwell, so I'm taking a seven-day break.

Xia Yan put a hot pack on her lower abdomen, wrapped herself in a quilt, and curled up on the sofa in the living room. She bought a cup of hot red date and wolfberry tea from the mall, and also bought some of the best donkey-hide gelatin and black sesame seeds. While eating, she followed a melodramatic rebirth and revenge drama.

Seven days later.

Boss Xia, fully recovered, reappeared in the store.

"Naoki, thank you for your hard work. Has anything happened recently?"

Since when, new customers have been reluctant to leave the building, and even their favorite freshly made burgers have been cancelled.

Zhichang was considering whether to arrange home delivery.

The products he makes are priced higher than those produced by the system.

He shook his head. "No."

"That's good."

Xia Yan tilted his head to look next door. The construction had already reached a certain scale, including residential houses, office areas, trading centers, etc. The houses looked very similar on the outside, with only different signs hanging in front of the doors.

Looking outside, a tall wall had been built, with broken glass on top and electric fences stretched over it. There was a watchtower every 50 meters.

"It's a bit crude." She muttered.

These alone are not enough to stop the zombie tide.

After hearing this, Zhichang said softly, "But it's not just on the surface. There's been movement underground. There must be an underground fortress."

oh?

So, there is also a dungeon at the branch?

Xia Yan seemed to be thinking about something.

A logistics soldier carrying equipment flashed through the gap in the middle of the house. Behind him, the door of the office with the word "House Registration" was crowded with survivors queuing up, pushing and shoving each other, and suddenly a loud quarrel broke out.

"Don't push in the back, or the house will collapse!"

"That's right. Some people go to sleep in the safe zone every night, and now they come to claim the house. Who is so shameless as to throw it on his head?"

"If you ask me, those of us who followed all the way from the base are the most qualified to get a room. The others should at least have some dignity!"

The middle-aged man with gray hair and frostbite looked disdainful, and the people behind him were not happy with it and started to make a fuss.

"Just say it, why are you looking at me? Who doesn't have chilblains on their face? Why can't you queue? If you have the guts, go stay in a hotel! What are you pretending to be?!"

"Someone isn't! They aren't!"

Who isn't?

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound in shock, and the first thing they saw was a head of light flaxen afro. Although the two men had smoothed the hair so tightly that it was pulled up to the corners of the eyes, they still recognized it at a glance. It was a natural afro, different from their own.

The air suddenly became silent.

The three people whose fingertips were pointing to had beads of sweat oozing from their noses. They were very nervous under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"Are you residents of the hotel? You're here to snatch our room? Are you looking for death?"

"You're eating what's in the bowl, but you still want what's in the pot?"

The crowd stared at them with eyes that looked as if they wanted to eat the three men alive, and some even took out sticks, waiting to take advantage of the chaos to beat them up.

Who would care about a person of a different race when their own lives are difficult?

There are only so many survival resources, and they still want to get a piece of the pie?

Why didn’t they ask to vacate a room at the beginning?

Now you are thinking about good things, get out of here!

The three flax-headed men were so nervous that they were sweating profusely.

"us--"

"I'm leaving now!"

After saying that, one of them suddenly ran away, and the other two, seeing that the situation was not right, also ran out.

The gazes of the people behind him were as sharp as knives.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Countless knives stabbed into his back, and blood spurted out.

To relieve the hatred in my heart.

The three of them stole a glance at the hotel on their way to escape. After looking at each other, they shuddered all over, half covered their faces, and lowered their heads, fearing that they would be recognized.

Xia Yan held his chin.

"Those three look familiar. Could they be the ones I kicked out a few days ago?"

Zhikang stopped what he was doing, squinted his eyes as he looked at the fleeing figure, and suddenly thought of something.

"They came to the store a few days ago. One moment they said they didn't get the things they had before, the next moment they said they had points on their card. They hesitated for a long time, so I asked them to leave."

In the distance, three people turned a corner and disappeared behind the house.

After a while, he carried a tattered mat that he had gotten from somewhere, walked to the corner, put it down, and lay down with his eyes closed.

He acted like he had no crystal core but didn't want to die, so he just managed to survive.

"Zhigang, do you feel that they are different from the customers in the store?"

How can I describe it?

The new customers who checked in were afraid of death, so afraid that they didn't even dare to step out of the safe zone.

He looked like he couldn't get out even if the king came.

And these three people seemed to have no worries.

Even if you give him a piece of foxtail grass, he can hum "Conquer".

Zhichang agreed.

there--

"Get out of here! What are you doing lying at my door? I can't afford a guard dog!"

The middle-aged man with gray hair held the sign and kicked the mat angrily.

"Why sleep right next to my door when you can sleep anywhere else? It's unlucky! And it smells bad."

The three bad players looked up and saw that there was a group of people who had just received their houses behind him, and they couldn't afford to offend them.

I had no choice but to get up and lie down somewhere else, but everyone drove me away wherever I went.

In the end, I could only lie down under the wall, looking at the sky with melancholy.

Compared to the hotel, this place is not nice at all.

There is also a lot of unknown malice.

The main thing is how to complete the mission! Boss Xia won’t go out!

The person in the middle said: "How sad! How lamentable! How pitiful!!"

The two people next to him: "Shut up and forget your bullshit literature!"

The person in the middle: "Actually, I—"

The two people next to him: "——Shut up!"

Looking at the sky with melancholy.

He continued to say, "I have an idea—"

"Shut up—tell me about it."

"I remember there was gold somewhere!"