He had done manual labor until his legs cramped and trembled, but the pain he felt at this moment was ten or even dozens of times more severe than that time.
It could be ten minutes, or it could be ten days and ten nights.
When the severe pain slowly subsided, Fang Ming regained consciousness from the endless torture.
Damn it! Dog system!
Last time when I added some physical strength, I didn’t feel anything, but this time it’s a big one!
He struggled to get up. It was dark outside the window.
"Chen Yuan." He stood up and called out.
Hearing the noise in the living room, the woman ran in panic, her eyes red and a wet towel in her hand.
"Brother Fang, you're awake."
He took the wet towel and washed his face. "How long have I been unconscious?"
"About five minutes." She sniffed.
Chen Yuan looked frightened. She was quite frightened by Fang Ming's change just now.
Fang Ming frowned and explained casually.
"I'm fine."
"Oh." Chen Yuan was aggrieved. She hadn't taken care of her hair recently, so her golden curly hair was messy. She leaned her head on his shoulder, "Brother, I hope nothing happens to you..."
Fang Ming absurdly felt that the end of the world was far more beautiful than the time before it.
Is this also some kind of hell joke?
…
The sky is bright, it is the third day of the apocalypse.
Bang!
A loud bang was heard from a distant building. Fang Ming was standing on the balcony and heard roars coming from all directions.
The zombies nearby were startled and rushed towards the place where the loud noise came from frantically.
Gas cylinder explosion, was it an accident or man-made?
But thanks to the loud noise, the number of zombies on the street decreased significantly. In Fang Ming's field of vision, the number of zombies on the street decreased by 70%.
Maybe he can set his sights on that supermarket.
What changes did the twenty points of strength bring to him?
He stood on the balcony, stretched out his hand to grasp the iron railing, and with a little force of his strong but not bloated muscles, he easily pried the railing open.
He estimated that his grip strength easily exceeded a kilogram, and not only that...
He had read some novels in which the protagonist could not control his strength after his power increased dramatically, such as accidentally breaking dishes and chopsticks.
But he didn't seem to have this worry. As his strength increased dramatically, his control over his strength reached a more refined level than before, and he could control it as if it were instinct.
Otherwise, the first unlucky person to suffer would be Chen Yuan.
After having a quick breakfast, he walked out of 303 and went up to the rooftop.
Because in the map in the administrator's log, he saw a yellow dot appear on the rooftop of this building.
He roughly understood what the different colored light spots on the map represented.
Blue represents myself, green represents tenants, red represents threatening intruders, and yellow should represent... non-dangerous outsiders?
I don’t know how the system defines threat, but there is definitely something going on on the rooftop.
When he reached the fifth floor, he unexpectedly bumped into an acquaintance.
The woman in 502 whose husband was chopped by him staggered out of 501 with a kitchen knife and a bag of pickled mustard in her hand, which were obviously supplies she had just searched out.
When Zhang Yajuan saw Fang Ming, her whole body trembled. She took a few steps back and hid the pickled mustard behind her. Her face was full of tension and fear.
Fang Ming wanted to laugh when he saw this. He had searched all the rooms in the building and moved away almost all the available supplies. Naturally, he didn't like the bag of expired pickled mustard tubers in Zhang Yajuan's hand.
However, it seems that her family has run out of food, otherwise she would not risk going out.
Seeing her trembling all over, Jiao Tuo's face was miserable and the dark circles under her eyes were very obvious. Looking at Fang Ming, who was seeking revenge for her husband's murder, she didn't dare to say a word.
How can he be even more cowardly than Chen Yuan? At least Miss Chen dared to point at his nose and call him a little bastard before being threatened by him.
If Chen Yuan is a pet cat, then this woman is like a sheep.
He called up the system with interest.
【Daily Contest】
【Role: Zhang Yajuan】
[tag: wife, babe, weak, housewife, papaya*, **, ...]
[Daily bonus: Increase attack speed when you enter combat state (㮽 activation)]
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