Chapter 148 Excellent Survivors
Blood Butcher made up his mind, stopped thinking nonsense, and quickly dealt with that pile of shit.
The remaining superhumans, upon seeing this situation, had mixed feelings. Some could accept it, while others could not. But as one by one they lowered their proud heads, even those who could not accept it eventually had no choice but to accept it.
People have a herd mentality.
When everyone around you is doing this, but you're not, you feel panicked and anxious.
Ling Ran ignored the other ability users, set up a barrier for herself, and then sat down at the dining table to eat dinner.
Liu Xiuping also added some nice candlesticks to the table, creating a romantic atmosphere reminiscent of a pre-apocalyptic candlelight dinner.
The dishes were plentiful and the aroma was irresistible. Everyone took a sniff, and their stomachs started growling.
I haven't smelled such delicious food in a long time.
The others in the base had already come out and were secretly watching from various corners. They had naturally seen what had happened to the superhumans.
Most people thought he did a good job, but a small number of people were afraid that Ling Ran would take away their superpowers, and then the base would be left unprotected.
But they dared not question Ling Ran.
In the quiet base, the only sounds were the eating sounds of Ling Ran and her group.
Those with superpowers weren't tempted; having just eaten excrement, they had little appetite.
After finishing dinner, Ling Ran wiped her mouth and looked at the group of superhumans who hadn't dared to leave in the distance.
Everyone tensed up the moment she looked at them.
Ling Ran didn't say anything, but said to Su Yimo who was beside her, "I'm sleepy."
"Sir, I'll clean your room right away."
"Um."
Ling Ran responded and was about to move to the sofa to rest when she caught a glimpse of many peeping eyes peeking out from the corner.
These are all men and women exploited in the base. The women are basically used for venting, while the men are used for manual labor. They are all between twenty and fifty years old, and there are no elderly or children.
To a certain extent, the survivors of this base are of quite high quality.
She glanced back and said, "Xiao Chen, why don't you share some steamed buns with them?"
There is plenty of food in the space. Uncle Chen and Liu Xiuping usually cook extra food and put it in Chen Nian Shen's space for emergencies.
These steamed buns, dumplings, and fried dough sticks are for when it's inconvenient to cook while I'm in Seremban.
Uncle Chen nodded: "Yes, sir."
Ling Ran took her phone to the side and called Gu Zijing over to read the novel to her. Everyone who saw this spontaneously breathed a sigh of relief.
On the other side, Shen Nian Shen took out a large bag of steamed buns from his spatial storage.
The white, soft steamed buns exuded a unique wheat aroma. When the survivors saw that the people were going to distribute the buns to them, their breathing quickened.
At the base, they worked themselves to the bone all day, only to be given a meager cornbread, cabbage broth, or corn porridge.
Not only was it unpalatable, but the portions were also pitifully small; I went to bed hungry every day.
Steamed bun.
They haven't eaten this in a long time!
As the aroma of steamed buns drew ever closer, everyone's stomachs began to rumble. They quickly covered their bellies, afraid that making too much noise would disturb the adult listening to his story and that he might get angry and refuse to share any food with them.
There are about a hundred survivors in the base, excluding those with superpowers.
There were more men, about seventy in total, and about thirty women. The men mostly did manual labor, and apart from five or six women who were used for public sexual gratification by the survivors, the rest were exclusively for the superhumans.
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