Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

"Let's go. Should we go home directly or go to Linjia Village?"

After packing everything up, Lin Feng carried the box full of cold toads into the trunk and asked Lin Xinrui a question.

"It's okay to go back and take a look. I haven't been home for a year, and I really want to see how my relatives are doing."

Lin Xinrui glanced in the direction of Linjia Village, she still missed it a little.

"Let's go, take a look, and make a break with the past. Then you won't always think about the past."

Lin Feng decided to respect Lin Xinrui's idea. According to Lin Feng's idea, Linjia Village should have become a world of cannibalism. After all, compared with life and death, whether they are relatives or not is a trivial matter.

Several people got on the car and soon arrived at the entrance of Linjia Village.

At this moment, wisps of green smoke are constantly rising into the sky from the chimneys of each house. There are guards at the door guarding the only road leading into Linjia Village. Doesn't it look orderly?

"Hmm? What's going on? Linjia Village seems to be developing quite well this year?"

Lin Feng saw that the village was peaceful and harmonious, like a paradise, and not the hell on earth where people eat each other as he had imagined.

"Stop! Who are you? Tell me your name!"

Lin Xia, who once shaved his head and severed the grandfather-grandson relationship with Lin Mingxiao, is now a second-level psychic. He also carries a homemade musket on his back, looking extremely majestic.

"I'm your uncle! Don't you recognize me?"

Lin Feng shouted directly, which reminded Lin Xia of Lin Feng, the culprit who made her shave her head and give up the relationship between grandfather and grandson.

Thinking of what Lin Feng did a year ago, Lin Xia's heart began to beat wildly. The Gatling gun with blue flames was not something that a Level 2 Psychic like him could block, and the homemade muskets and firearms of Linjia Village were no match for Lin Feng's heavy firepower weapons.

"This is our uncle! We are one family, don't do anything. Uncle, I am Lin Xia! Do you still remember me, uncle?"

Lin Xia hurried over to greet Lin Feng, calling him "uncle". That was her uncle. He seemed to be living a very comfortable life. She didn't know if he would have a change of heart and take Lin Xia to the city to enjoy a good life.

Over the past year, the Linjia Village has made explosives, grenades, muskets and muskets from the mines at home, and defeated the people from several nearby villages. They robbed their food and killed some wild beasts, which allowed them to live a very comfortable life.

It is the end of the world now, and the first thing to consider is whether one's family can survive. The people of Linjia Village did the right thing. If they cannot protect their own supplies and food, then they will become the food of others.

When the end of the world comes, whoever has the bigger fist is right.

"Well, Lin Xia, not bad. After not seeing you for a year, you have become a Level 2 Psychic? Have a cigarette."

Seeing that Linjia Village treated him well, Lin Feng didn't want to destroy them, because they were all relatives.

Without Lin Tian, ​​the troublemaker, Lin Feng would not have taken action against his own blood relatives.

"Sir, please stop teasing me. I think you are a level 4 or 5 psychic now? I can't even see through your strength? Aren't you too strong?"

Lin Xia smoked a cigarette and relaxed. His special ability was the Eye of Insight, which allowed him to see at a glance all traces of life nearby. He could also tell what special abilities people with special abilities no higher than three levels above his own were capable of.

This ability is very useful. It can detect enemies, tell the difference, and go into the mountains to hunt and catch exotic animals. Lin Xia is more useful than ten people, otherwise Linjia Village would not be so peaceful.

"Well, not much, not much, just a level 6 psychic, this is nothing. Eh? Lin Xia, does your cow smoke?"

Lin Feng took a puff of his cigarette and asked in confusion.

"Uncle, you are such a joke. How can a cow smoke? No way."

Lin Xia replied with a smile, Lin Feng's joke was not funny at all.

"Then your cowshed must be on fire. Look at the huge smoke. I thought your cows could smoke."

Lin Feng pointed at the flames rising into the sky in the distance and told Lin Xia this very unfortunate news.

"What the hell! The cowshed! My cow! The only dairy cow in this village!"

Lin Xia saw this and ran towards home. Do you know how precious a cow is now? If this one died, Lin Xia would regret it for the rest of her life!

Lin Feng also hurried over. They were all relatives, and they couldn’t just watch the fun. There was a fire, so they had to go over and see what was going on.

At this moment, the cowshed of Lin Xia's family had completely collapsed, and the cows inside were probably already 70% cooked. Even if Lin Feng had time to go back, he would not be able to save them.

The cowshed was connected to Lin Xia's house, which was already on fire at this moment. Lin Xia kicked open her door and rushed into the sea of ​​fire frantically.

A group of people from Linjia Village quickly used the accumulated snow to throw at the fire in Lin Xia's house. The houses here are connected to each other. If the fire is not controlled well, many innocent people will be affected.

Lin Feng was not the kind of person who would stand by and watch someone die. He released a stream of water from space and began to help them put out the fire.

After dozens of seconds, Lin Xia rushed out of the fire holding his grandfather's portrait and urn. At this moment, his face was blackened by the smoke and his clothes had several big holes burned.

Lin Feng made sure that there was no one there, so he increased the amount of water and soon the fire was completely extinguished.

Lin Feng looked at Lin Mingxiao's portrait and urn, patted Lin Xia's shoulder with satisfaction, and praised him.

"Fuck! Lin Xia, I always thought you were a person who valued money over life. But I never expected that the first thing you did when you rushed in was to grab your grandfather's portrait and urn. Even though there are ashes inside, it doesn't matter if you burn them for a while. However, I, Lin Feng, look at you with new eyes. You are really a filial son!"

Lin Feng gave Lin Xia a thumbs up. At this time, he still did not forget his grandfather Lin Mingxiao. This loyal and filial man deserves everyone's praise.

Lin Xia opened Lin Mingxiao's urn while breathing heavily.

"Master, it's not exactly what you said."

Seeing that the gold bracelets and gold rings inside were fine, he opened the portrait and took a look at the property certificate and his private collection of cigarettes, which were not burned. Only then did Lin Xia breathe a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.

"This is the money I saved for my wedding this year. I put it in the urn because I was afraid it would be lost. Even if the apocalypse ends, I won't be left without a penny."

As she said this, Lin Xia raised her eyebrows in delight. Am I thinking this through?

Lin Feng: "..."

At that moment, when Lin Feng heard the news, he was speechless on the spot.

Lin Feng had no idea that Lin Xia was such a filial son. A year ago, he shaved his head and severed the grandfather-grandson relationship with Lin Mingxiao.

So it is very reasonable for Lin Xia, a filial son, to do such a thing.