Rebirth and hoarding, the Queen of Doomsday Darkness

The man was covered almost entirely with tattoos, with a ferocious and terrifying monster on his chest and very long chest hair. He looked disgusting at first sight.

Hu Meir looks like she has no bones, but she is a top-level sixth-level psychic after all, and her fighting power is unmatched by ordinary people.

Being touched on the waist by the burly man, coupled with his shock and anger, he was filled with murderous intent.

People suddenly disappeared.

It was not like Ye Qingcheng entering the space, but truly disappearing.

The sturdy man felt his arms go empty, and before he could react, a cold voice came from behind.

"go to hell."

The sturdy man felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw the bloody tip of the knife piercing through his heart.

He opened his mouth and took deep breaths, clenched his fists tightly and wanted to fight back, but his body could no longer withstand the force and he fell heavily to the ground.

The moment the knife was pulled out, Hu Meir's face was covered with blood, reflecting her anger and ferocity.

Wang Min stepped forward and, before the smell of blood could spread, he set fire to the corpse in the pool of blood, turning it into ashes in an instant.

The only smell left at the scene was the smell of burning flesh.

Pedestrians passing by in the community couldn't help but stop and look around.

"I think I smell the aroma of barbecue. It's coming from Unit 2."

"Let's go over and have a look."

Now everyone is living in dire straits. Let alone eating meat, we should be thankful if we are not starving to death.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp when they suddenly smelled the meat.

Hu Meir killed the big man instantly. When she turned around, her companions who were originally laughing at the joke suddenly stopped laughing and felt a chill on their necks.

She took a step forward and they took a step back.

Hu Meir smiled, like a blooming poppy, with a strange murderous aura in her beautiful childlike face.

Her red lips parted slightly: "Tell me, where are the old couple who originally lived here? Where are they?"

There was a hint of fear in the trembling voice.

Those people now understood that the woman in front of them was very powerful, extremely powerful.

One of the younger men said, "Are you talking about the original owner?"

Hu Meir took a step forward and placed the knife in her hand on the other person's neck with an excited expression.

"Yes, where are they?"

The man thought she looked very familiar and suddenly remembered: "Yes, you, you are the daughter of the old man in that team?"

He looked at the family portrait hanging on the wall of the room.

No wonder I felt familiar with this woman when I saw her for the first time. It turned out to be the little beauty in the photo.

"Where are they?" Hu Meir was no longer in the mood to waste time with them. Her hand trembled, leaving a bloody mark on the man's neck, which scared him and made him scream.

"No, beautiful lady, don't be impulsive. This house was sold to us by your parents."

"impossible."

Hu Meir said this almost with gritted teeth.

She is the only daughter in the family. If disaster strikes, her parents will definitely stay in the old house and wait for her to come back.

The man almost cried as he looked at the knife shaking at his neck.

"Everything I said is true. Why don't you believe it? The brothers around me can all testify to it."

Then, the men who were frightened also nodded frequently.

"Yes, yes, yes. At that time, your parents were desperate and hadn't eaten for several days. They almost starved to death, so they sold the house to us to save their lives."

"What about them?"

Hu Meir raised her voice.

The other party was in a dilemma: "How do we know this?"

The blade on his neck tightened, frightening him so much that his face turned pale. "I, I, I know. I, I know that the slums around here are all temporary residences for displaced people without a fixed place to live. You can go over there and look for them."

Hu Meir didn't waste any time talking to them. She walked into the room, took down the photo of a family of three on the wall and put it in her arms, then left in big strides.

Turned to look at Ye Qingcheng.

"Boss, I don't want to delay your progress. How about I go to the slums to look for my parents myself?"

Ye Qingcheng shook his head.

"Let's go together. It's a good opportunity to find out what's going on here."

Several people walked towards the slum area.

The civilian area is the outermost part of the base. It is full of refugees, all of whom are wearing tattered clothes and have faces so dirty that their original appearance cannot be recognized.

Even African refugees are no different.

The pairs of curious eyes on their dark faces looked up and down at the few people who were obviously out of place.

Even though they had changed into the most ordinary clothes, it was hard not to attract covetous eyes when the handsome man and beautiful woman stood together, especially when they were clean.

In the past, Ye Qingcheng would have dressed herself like a refugee, but now there is no need at all.

In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks will be exposed.

She represents absolute strength.

He encountered countless greedy gazes along the way, but he remained unconcerned.

Hu Meir took out a family photo and asked almost everyone about it.

"Excuse me, have you seen these two old people in the photo?"

The man shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

Then he sighed sadly, "Now everyone's faces are dirty and black, and it's impossible to tell who is who. Is this a photo from before the end of the world? It definitely doesn't look like this now."

Yes, I’m afraid that even if the person in the photo stood in front of me, I might not recognize him.

Hu Meir became anxious.

"This is how to do?"

Ye Qingcheng pressed her shoulder and signaled her to stay calm.

He took out a piece of bran cake and a bottle of water from the backpack behind him and handed them to the old man.

"Excuse me, there is no place to post tasks?"

The old man's eyes rolled around and he looked around. When no one was paying attention, he stuffed the black bran cake into his arms and smiled so hard that his teeth were showing.

The tone was also much kinder.

"Haha, you are from out of town, right? Look, keep going straight ahead and turn right at the second corner. That's the slum mission point. You can go over there to post the mission and take a look."

"Thank you."

Ye Qingcheng took his people away.

The old man drove home with the only food in his arms, pretending to have a stomachache and walking unsteadily.

Li Weiwei looked confused.

"Mother, you gave him black bran cakes? Why not rye cakes?"

Black bran is the skin and husk of rye. It is rough and greasy, and is basically used to feed livestock.

In the Flame Base, no one would eat it.

Ye Qingcheng smiled and touched her little head: "Don't show off your wealth, do you understand?"

Seeing that the little guy still looked confused, he continued.

"We know nothing about this place right now. If we rashly take out the rye bread, we will be targeted by bad guys."

Li Weiwei nodded as if she understood, she had always been raised on a diet of refined rice and white flour, and the most unpalatable food she had ever eaten was rye bread.

So I don’t understand why rye bread is considered a good thing by others.