Eschatology: Raise a Man Into a Husband

I don't know either. Song Fengfu shook her head, even if she knew, she would not tell Zhang Xiaoqin in front of her.

Seeing the young life passing away like this, Zhang Xiaoqin suddenly felt that everything in front of him became very real.

Sister, why are you standing at the door of the elevator and not going in! Zhang Xiaotao looked at Zhang Xiaoqin's back suspiciously.

We won't go in and wait for the next shift.

Zhang Xiaoqin exited the elevator and watched the elevator door close.

Sister, it's very cold outside. If you miss this opportunity, we'll have to stay outside for a long time. Zhang Xiaotao couldn't help but frowned as she watched the elevator keep falling in front of her.

Then are you willing to be with the dead? Zhang Xiaoqin rolled her eyes, even though they faced groups of zombies outside every day, it was the first time they saw this dead person.

I don't want to. Zhang Xiaotao shook her head.

Then it's over. Zhang Xiaoqin breathed a sigh of relief, the weather outside is indeed cold, even the air outside the base is condensed, it's fortunate that there is enough oxygen in the crystal base, otherwise they wouldn't know What to do.

But sister, you said dead, what kind of dead? Zhang Xiaotao looked at her, there were only a few people on the twentieth floor, and who was the dead person?

Song Fengfu's cousin is dead, with blood all over his head.

When Zhang Xiaoqin said this, she suddenly felt a little confused. She knew about the quarrel between Ji Feng and Song Fengfu.

But why Ji Feng suddenly appeared here, and died so suddenly.

The point is that Ji Feng is still a space ability user. If he died like this, the space ability users in the entire base may be completely gone.

In the basement, Song Fengfu and Lu Jingxuan felt a wave of heat coming, but it was also accompanied by a bad smell.

It's the stench coming from the refugee area.

Song Fengfu frowned, and asked the waiter to quickly close the doors of the incineration room and the refugee area.

Why don't you let us in, why don't you let us in? Many people in the refugee area shouted when they saw that the door of the crematorium was about to be closed.

Ji Feng had already been sent to the incinerator, and Song Fengfu sat on a chair outside and glanced at the refugees who were about to come in, and saw that many of them were holding old or very young people in their arms. I'm afraid they are all dead now.

Song Fengfu has never been to the refugee area since the moment she stepped into the crystal base. Even if she could hear all kinds of voices in the refugee area, she couldn't hear them all.

Yes, why they can go in, but we can't. All the refugees outside the glass door looked at Lu Jingxuan and Song Fengfu.

Not wanting to cause anger, Song Fengfu watched the countdown of the incinerator and sent a message to the service staff.

Opening the glass door, a group of refugees entered here carrying corpses one after another.

Where there is life, there must be death.

In the last days, there are far more dead people than living people.

Seeing a group of crying people and a group of sad people entering the hall of the incineration chamber, Song Fengfu did not pay too much attention.

My God, my God, how could you do this to us, how could you do this to us.

God, how can you take my child away.

Shouts and shouts reached Song Fengfu's ears.

Looking at the refugees in front of her, Song Fengfu watched as Lu Jingxuan handed herself a chocolate.

Replenish your strength, it's so cold here, your body must not be able to bear it.

Thank you. Song Fengfu looked up at him.

Did you expect him to die? Lu Jingxuan felt that this happened a bit too suddenly. He thought Ji Feng was annoying, but he wasn't worth dying after all.

No, I just saw that he was going to kill Liu Lin, and then he...

Song Fengfu didn't continue talking, just because someone in front of her was staring at the chocolate in her hand.

Sister, can you give me the chocolate? Mom used to like chocolate very much. A soft voice came from Song Fengfu's eyes.

Song Fengfu raised her head.

A little girl, wearing very shabby clothes, looked at her with a pair of bright eyes.

Her little hands are no longer white and round.

Song Fengfu looked at the little girl and thought that Ji's father and mother had lost their son, so maybe she could find a companion for them.

Passing the chocolate in her hand to the little girl, Song Fengfu watched her run to a place only five meters away from them.

A man sat on a chair with a scrawny woman in his arms.

When the little girl walked over, she put the chocolate in the woman's hand, but the woman could no longer open her eyes.

Mom, open your eyes and see, I'm Xiao Mi, I'm Xiao Mi.

The little girl held her mother's hand tightly, but her mother gradually became cold.

Mom, Xiaomi brought you chocolates. Open your eyes and see, Xiaomi has chocolates.

Xiao Mi is good, mom is too tired, let mom sleep more. The man stroked his daughter's head, his gentle eyes were full of deep reluctance for his daughter.

Xiao Mi is good, Xiao Mi asked mom to sleep more. Xiao Mi nodded.

Sitting obediently next to the man, the little girl licked her lips.

The original pink lips have long since disappeared, only dry, peeling and purple represent her current situation.

A box was delivered from the window next to the incinerator, without any name, but Song Fengfu remembered that this box contained Ji Feng's ashes.

Let's go. Lu Jingxuan stepped forward to take the box and helped Song Fengfu up.

Passing by the little girl, Song Fengfu took a deep look at her and then walked towards the elevator.

Why is it so cold? Let no one live.

A person walked in the elevator, looked at Song Fengfu and the two of them and frowned.

What's more, my child is sick now, and I don't know where to get medicine.

The other person also took a look at Song Fengfu.

This crystal base is really real. It has everything but not a hospital.

Get a hospital? Do you think the city owner of the crystal base is your nanny? The man behind looked at her and shook his head.

Then what about my child? My child is still having a high fever.

The former person felt very uncomfortable when he thought of his own children.

What's a high fever? It's the end of the world, and the number of people who died is no longer a minority. What's your son's little illness?

Song Fengfu and Lu Jingxuan were behind them, and they couldn't help frowning when they heard their conversation.

They may not decide when they want medicine, so how could they give it up to others?

When the two women were going out, Song Fengfu saw Zhang Xiaoqin and Zhang Xiaotao walking in from the fifth floor.

Fengfu, have you finished your work?

Zhang Xiaoqin looked at the box in Lu Jingxuan's hand, they all came back from outside in less than an hour?

It's done.