In the apocalypse with supernatural powers, it’s useless even if I can control the wind and turn my

Du Zijin shouted and hid, "Dad! Wait a minute, Dad! Do you know what I saw today?"

Du Zijin told the story of Ma's steel fence and meeting Zhang Wusi and Ma Momo.

After Du Mao listened, he stopped to take a sip of water.

"Dad, if we establish a good relationship with them, we can take care of each other in the future, and the village will be safer." Du Zijin said.

Du Mao drank the water and picked up the broom, "Who asked you to go? You can't understand the words, right?"

He chased Du Zijin for half an hour before he stopped.

"If others are powerful, that's because they have the ability. Why should they protect the safety of the village? And do you know what others are thinking? If they want to be pure and you insist on disturbing others, they can kill you with just a raise of their hands. "

"The world has changed now. There is no morality or law to talk about. You just haven't seen the dangers of society. Normally, there are things that care about human life. Now there are special powers. Everything depends on the other party's bottom line."

"If you want to kill people now, you don't need a reason. Can you listen to your family and stop running around?" Du Mao felt tired.

Doesn't he know that his son keeps blaring his mouth? What if someone makes trouble and kills him with a wave of his hand?

Du Zijin looked at his father sitting on the chair and bending over, expressing worries and instructions for him in his words. He felt that he should not be so willful.

Although he felt that the family in the wall were not the kind of people his father said they were.

But there's no need to gamble. If it weren't for his father, he wouldn't be where he is now.

"I understand, Dad, I did something wrong, and I will never go there again." Du Zijin promised.

"You are the only son in the family, don't let your mother worry." Du Mao said.

"I see, Dad."

Zhang Wusi and Ma Momo picked up a few big trees and went back.

There was no space on the front terrace, so Grandpa Zhang was asked to enter the space and direct them.

Zhang Wusi used the wind blade as a scraper to peel the tree, cut it into pieces, and make models, which made her very tired.

"No, I did it anyway." Zhang Wusi was exhausted.

Ma Momo was practicing fighting skills aside, "Who can tell you the most useful thing?"

Zhang Wusi annoyed her, "Go, go, go, you're in the way of practicing while you're at it."

Ma Momo was far away from her, "How did I hinder you?"

"You're blocking my eyes." Zhang Wusi said.

Ma Momo came over and said, "Let me help you. What do you want me to do?"

"thirsty."

Ma silently brought her water.

"Want some candy."

Ma silently fed her sweets.

"Get me a TV to watch. I'm about to watch the finale of that Korean drama."

Ma Momo brought her a tablet and suspended it in front of her.

"Too far."

"too close."

"Too high."

"too......"

There were other pieces of wood floating around Zhang Wusi, looking like they were about to attack her.

"It's great, it's great." Zhang Wusi praised, "I feel so comfortable. You are really my good friend."

The wood dispersed and lay flat on the ground obediently.

After a while, Zhang Wusi finished making the handle.

"Grandpa, do you need to paint this?" Zhang Wusi asked after leaving the space.

"What kind of paint should I use? It's a waste, as long as it can be used." Grandpa Zhang replied.

Grandpa Zhang took Zhang Wusi and the others to the third floor to install the gun handle.

"Grandpa, you can do this." Zhang Wusi was surprised.

"What does this mean? I was going to fight back then. Because my repair skills were so good, the company was afraid of losing my talent, so they let me stay as a repair soldier." Grandpa Zhang sneered at Zhang Wusi's fuss.

"Yes, grandpa must have been very good in the company back then." Ma Momo answered.

"That means I can repair guns, cars, cannons, and tanks." Grandpa Zhang started talking about the past.

It’s pretty boring to use powers to do everything.

Zhang Wusi, Grandpa Zhang, and Ma Momo were in the room listening to Grandpa Zhang telling stories about being a soldier and loading gun handles.

There are a lot of guns in one room, and they have been busy all day. They put down their work and will start again tomorrow.

The next day I spent most of the day pretending, and finally finished.

Looking at the guns all over the room, everyone felt safe.

At this time, the rabbit in Aunt Zhang's arms jumped down and ran to the next room.

Zhang Wusi went to catch rabbits and saw empty bullets filling the room.

He suddenly wailed, "I forgot that there are so many empty bullets. Without bullets, what's the use of a gun?"

Grandpa Zhang came over and said, "What's the hurry? Just load it with gunpowder."

"Where is the gunpowder stolen?" Zhang Wusi continued howling.

"Silly, it's a firecracker factory." Grandpa Zhang said, "It's just a little less powerful, but it's still usable."

Zhang Wusi immediately shut up, "Ma Momo, search to see where there is a firecracker factory nearby."

Grandpa Ma showed his head, "There is a small firecracker workshop in the village."

Ma Momo hesitated, "Let's forget about it in the village. There are too many people, so we won't go there to avoid being exposed."

Grandpa Ma said, "The firecracker workshops in the village are all black workshops, and they are not in the village. Because they are not standardized, the village does not allow them to do it. There must be no one there now, and no one uses this thing."

That being said, it seems feasible.

"Then let's go tomorrow. It's been a long day today." Zhang Wusi said.

The main force is the two of them, and of course everyone has no objection.

After resting for a while, Zhang Wusi and Ma Momo watched the video and practiced fighting on the front terrace.

When you get tired from practicing, sit for a while, practice shooting with a model gun, and then continue practicing fighting.

After dinner, I practiced my movements slowly again.

After digestion, the two people practiced sparring and corrected each other's mistakes.

Grandma Ma brought the fruit and said, "You have been practicing all day. Why don't you practice at night? Come and eat some fruit."

"Leave it alone, grandma, don't worry about us, we'll meet you soon." Ma Momo showed no intention of resting.

Zhang Wusi hesitated, "Sister, although I can still practice, your base level is too high, so this intensity is overloaded for you."

Because Ma Momo's mouth turned white again, Zhang Wusi was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear it.

"We are not alone today. Your mouth is white again. I am a little afraid to fight you." Zhang Wusi reminded.

Ma Momo really couldn't bear it anymore, "After finishing this set, take a rest."

Zhang Wusi continued to sparring with her.

After it was over, Ma silently pulled her to stretch.

Zhang Wusi was sweating all over.

She said to Ma Momo, "I was forced to lose weight."

"Very good." Ma silently did stretching exercises.

"Why don't you get a scale and weigh yourself every day?" Zhang Wusi said.

"I weigh myself every day. Since the day Wang Yu trained, I have lost ten pounds." Ma Momo and Zhang Wusi exchanged words, "Sure enough, I lose weight faster through exercise."

Zhang Wusi changed his movements, "Good guy, secretly weigh yourself behind my back."

"You're so thin, what's the point?" Ma looked at him silently.

"Take this opportunity to practice my vest line." Zhang Wusi said happily.

This kind of conversation and environment do not look apocalyptic at all.