In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Song Jinhe smiled: "If you don't choose, right? If you don't choose, then I have to do it."

After saying that, she picked up the dagger and wiped Old Mrs. Song's throat directly. Her stiff old body instantly went limp, and she became silent.

Song Yuan's eyes were about to burst. He yelled and wanted to step forward and knock Song Jinhe down, but he didn't expect that a dagger pierced his throat halfway.

He died the same way as his elderly mother, falling directly to the ground like a soft rag doll.

"I said, your whole family will not die well."

Song Jinhe squatted next to Song Yuan's body, with a bloodthirsty smile on her lips. The blood stained her collar and skin, making it look even more bloody and terrifying under the light of the flashlight.

Now only the last person is left.

Song Jinhe wiped the blood on his face with his sleeves and walked into the bedroom holding the dagger.

Such a terrible thing happened outside, but Song Tianci still fell asleep with a high fever, with no sign of waking up.

But if you look carefully, you can notice his slightly shaking body, trembling eyelids and clenched fists under the quilt.

He woke up, but he had no intention of avenging his parents and grandmother. He just lay on the bed and pretended to be asleep in an attempt to escape the massacre.

Song Jinhe shined the flashlight on his face, and the two of them faced off silently, while Song Tianci's eyelids trembled faster and faster.

Finally, he couldn't hold his breath any longer.

With a yell, he jumped out of bed tremblingly, ran to the balcony railing and jumped down.

Outside there is bottomless water, icy raindrops, and deadly thunder.

It is obvious what the consequences would be if a person with a high fever almost fainted and fell into the water.

Song Jinhe smiled, walked to the edge of the balcony, took out a dagger and stabbed him downwards. A painful scream sounded, followed by the splash of water and a huge splash.

"You still want to use this clumsy method to deceive me? Do you think you can survive hiding here?"

If she had no memory of her previous life, she might have been deceived by Song Tianci, but she had lived in this home for a long time in her previous life, and she knew exactly what was there, not to mention the air conditioner hanging outside the balcony. .

Song Jinhe took a deep breath and looked at the gentle water surface downstairs, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The great revenge was avenged, but she was not as happy as she imagined. Instead, she felt as if everything had lost its attraction to her.

Her biggest goal in resurrecting her life is to kill them and avenge herself, but now she no longer knows what she is going to do.

Going through the pain of the last life again? Experience every natural disaster over and over again, allowing your body and mind to bear those painful blows again.

Standing on the balcony, she looked at the rain curtain outside, her thoughts were confused, but in the end she clenched her fists.

It is difficult to live again. Now that she has this opportunity, she cannot give up. Living well is the most important thing.

The materials in the space are her confidence. This life will definitely be much better than the last one, it will definitely be.

She shook off the blood on the dagger and waved to Cheng Qianhuai, who was hiding in the darkness behind her: "Let's go, it's time to go home."

Cheng Qianhuai nodded happily, as if he had thought of something, he pulled a wet wipe from the coffee table and handed it to her.

"Wipe your hands, they're dirty."

He didn't know why Song Jinhe would kill his family, but he didn't need to know.

In his heart, Song Jinhe was right no matter what he did. He would only be the shield in front of her, the knife in his hand, and her eternal follower.

It was already 3:30 in the morning when the two returned to Jinyuan Belvedere in a rubber boat. The heavy rain covered their whereabouts and washed away the blood and sin at night.

After returning to the 18th floor, both of them were a little tired. After saying good night to each other, they went home to take a shower and rest.

Song Jinhe classified the materials returned from this search and put them into the space, but unexpectedly found that his body could already enter the space.

She thought for a while, and an idea came to her mind.

Will there be a limit to the time you can live in the space every day?

Before, she just put things into the space and never stayed there for more than 3 hours. However, she accidentally fell asleep yesterday, which extended the use time.

Song Jinhe planned to try it again. After looking at the clock hanging on the wall, he entered the space to rest again.

Sure enough, she was kicked out again five hours later, and her body was only allowed to use the space for five hours a day.

Song Jinhe yawned, which was actually not bad. Although she couldn't stay in there all day, 5 hours was enough for her to deal with various sudden natural disasters.

It was already bright outside at this time. Although it was still cloudy, at least the visibility was much better than at night.

Song Jinhe still felt a little sleepy, so he simply lay down on the sofa to rest. When he woke up, it was already 10:30 in the morning.

She rubbed her sore neck and went into the kitchen to make herself some instant rice noodles.

She lives alone, so she can just make do with things like eating. There is no need to eat very well.

Seeing that today is already the fourth day after the end of the world, water and electricity are cut off, and the signal has been lost. Therefore, the group chat on the mobile phone is silent, and no one speaks.

Song Jinhe enjoyed the feeling of having a small world all by himself, but the other survivors didn't think so.

Before the signal disappeared, they still had a way to contact the outside world, and they could comfort each other and exchange information about their situation with relatives and friends far away.

But now it seems that a big hand has cut off their hope of survival. The government hotline cannot be reached, and there is no way to contact their families.

Everyone was in a bad mood, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be thicker now.

Song Jinhe was sitting in the study room reading. Before the end of her life, she had accumulated a lot of books in the space. There were all kinds of books, just enough to pass the time when she was bored.

At this moment, she was holding a horror story in her hands. The black and red cover made people shudder, but the content inside did not have any impact on her.

Just as he was mesmerized by the sight, the sound of a heavy object falling suddenly caught Song Jinhe's attention. The source of the sound seemed to be someone's handiwork downstairs.

She put the book back on the bookshelf in the house, walked to the window and listened carefully to what happened next.

1702 seemed to be quarreling. The sound sounded more like a group than just one person.

Song Jinhe was wondering, but suddenly thought of the group chat records on the first day of the apocalypse.

The residents on the 17th floor kindly took in a family on the 2nd floor. It seems that there was less and less food, so conflicts and disputes arose.

Although it was a heavy rain, because each household did not make much noise, the quarrel in 1702 seemed particularly abrupt in the community.

Song Jinhe leaned against the window and ate melon, and he roughly understood the reason for their quarrel.

There are a total of 2 people in the family on the second floor, a middle-aged couple, 6 children, and the elderly father of the host.

But the girl was the only one on the 17th floor.