The end of the world is coming, I want to be bad every day

However, this matter is not up to them alone. It still requires the consent of the parties involved and the two key figures, Qingkong and Qingyu. Wen Beining believes that Qingtian's opinion is not important, and Uncle Qingkong is not that important either. The most important thing is Qingyu's opinion. As long as Qingyu is won over, the matter will be a done deal.

After all, it's not just the Qing family where Qingyu has the final say, but now it's also the Shao family where Qingyu has the final say.

Mingmei and the other girls discussed it for a long time, but couldn't think of any particularly good way to convince Qingyu with absolute certainty. It was really because Miss Qingyu always looked gentle and selfless.

But since I can't think of it, I won't think about it for the time being. Let's consider the situation at hand first. Because after dinner, the temperature began to drop again. It is currently minus 200 degrees Celsius and is still gradually decreasing. I don't know if it will break the absolute zero mark in the second half of the night.

After what happened last night and today, Wen Beining and the others couldn't fall asleep. They huddled on the sofa, watching the thermometer on the window gradually go down.

Wen Beining suddenly spoke up to ruin the atmosphere: "Why is it that I feel powerless watching the countdown to death but cannot stop it?"

Mingmei: "Pfft, pfft, pfft, why are you talking about death? It's scary. This is the last night. If we make it through, there won't be such freezing weather."

"Well, it won't go below 100 degrees below zero."

Cheng Qianyu looked towards Chu Huo's position and said, "How can you say such calm and life-threatening words? Before the end of the world, the temperature of minus sixty would kill me."

Chu Huo: "You said it with your mouth, so what can we do? Survival of the fittest. It's the end of the world. If you want to survive, you have to adapt."

Cheng Qianyu sighed: "Okay, okay."

......

On the last night, fortunately, the temperature did not break the absolute zero, the threshold of minus 273.15 degrees Celsius. The sun rose and the weather warmed up. Just like yesterday, the boys carried the sleeping girl back to the room to rest.

The spirited Chu Huo and Gu Jinghe went to the command post. (Whisper: This is entirely because Chu Huo has no wife, and Gu Jinghe has a wife but she is too young, so it would be too cruel to punish her.)

The other three men went on strike openly under the pretext of warming their wives' beds.

When Shao Cheng arrived at the command post, he was already in the office. The latest casualties from last night had been counted early in the morning. Although the situation had improved a little due to the warnings during the day, it was only a little better. There were still a large number of deaths, all ordinary people. Shao Cheng's heart was bleeding.

After Chu Huo and the other person finished reading, they put the things aside and mentioned what they talked about last night.

Shao Cheng was stunned after hearing this, and looked completely satisfied: "Then is there any way to get the person here as soon as possible?"

Chu Huo: "...Brother Shaocheng, that's your brother-in-law."

Shao Cheng: "As a family, it is more convenient to use. Will we wait until after the zombie tide?"

Gu Jinghe coughed to divert Shaocheng's attention: "Brother Shaocheng, Qingyu hasn't agreed yet."

Thinking of his own wife, Shao Cheng muttered to himself: My wife has the final say in both families, how can I persuade her to rebel?

This is also a century-old problem for Shaocheng. After all, Qingyu loves her younger brother very much. If she knew that a few people had brought him to Beijing City as a slave with bad intentions, she would have to turn against him. If Qingyu turned against him, she would have to sleep in the study room, and her happiness would be gone. Tsk...

"I totally agree, but you guys should find a way to get Xiaoyu to agree. What about those two troublemakers, Ningning and Mingmei? Why don't they rush to the front at a time like this?"

Gu Jinghe held his forehead with his hand: "Those few people thought about it all night yesterday and fell asleep now. They are really undemanding and don't even know where to use the sugar-coated bullets."

The three men sighed at the same time: "Let's put it aside for now and think about it later. Let's solve the current problem first. If it doesn't work, we will be much safer when the Jiang family loses the capital. At that time, the chances of winning should be greater."

(Jiang Jia: Okay, I am hindering your retirement again.)

After briefly talking about the sunny day, several people began to discuss the current business. Weather forecast experts measured that the cold wave had passed, and the temperature in the future would be guaranteed to be below minus 100 degrees and would not reach absolute zero, which means that humans can have space to move around, and the same goes for zombies.

The three of them discussed what might happen next, including the time when the zombie tide would appear, which was at night.

But Gu Gujinghe raised his own question: "The temperature is still relatively low at night, and humans are very vulnerable, but what about zombies?"

Shao Cheng explained: "Zombies are much more tolerant to cold than ordinary humans. For temperatures that humans cannot stand, zombies can withstand twice or even three times that of humans, not to mention high-level zombies, who have even stronger tolerance.

This was the conclusion reached by the Jiang family’s laboratory in their previous research on zombies, but now the Jiang family no longer has the research talent in this area.

Plus, zombies have different vision than humans, so they can move around at night and are more active.”

Gu Jinghe propped up his chin and said, "In that case, it is indeed difficult for humans to deal with it. There is another important reason. We cannot be sure what special abilities the high-level zombies of the emperor or king level leading the zombie tide have."

Chu Huo also thought of this: "Uncle Cheng, our specific strength is unknown now, but it is said that he has a spiritual power, which is beyond the existence of the Zombie King. I wonder if the high-level zombies we meet will have such strength."

Shao Cheng's face turned pale: "What if?"

Gu Jinghe's expression was serious, and he pursed his lips slightly: "Currently, there is no zombie in Beijing that can compete with the strength of Uncle Cheng."

"Is Cheng Qianyu not okay too?"

Chu Huo shook his head: "No, Qianyu and Ningning are currently the highest level, and the two of them are no match for uncle at all. Moreover, at the armory, five level nine psychics were killed instantly by uncle, leaving no room for fighting back. The higher the level, the greater the gap.

If you are lucky, you may not encounter them. If you are unlucky, you must prepare all the hot weapons, try to reduce the consumption of psychics, and use hot weapons to clean up the small fish. "

Shao Cheng nodded: "Don't worry about this. The military's things will be available in due time. There is no need to worry about the shortage of armed forces. As for crystal cores, Qian Bosheng has some ideas. With the strength of one family, he can earn more than the money of the entire base. It is more than enough."

Gu Jinghe was surprised: "He is a talented person."

The three of them sat in the office meeting until the evening. As expected, the temperature did not drop below minus 100 degrees Celsius. It was currently minus 80 degrees Celsius, and they could move freely with their supernatural powers protecting them.

This seems to be the only good news at the moment. At least the cold wave is really over.