End of the World: Too many goddesses, too many to stockpile

The moment he fell to the ground, he finally saw clearly that the person standing behind him was Sun Yue.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and anger.

"You...you...why?"

However, Sun Yue just looked at him coldly without answering.

Biaozi's life slowly faded away in front of them, until the last breath disappeared.

Biaozi is dead!

Until his death, he never imagined that the two weak women he had originally intended to be buried with him would be so cruel and murderous.

This is the cruelty of the end of the world. In this world full of danger and uncertainty,

Everyone needs to be vigilant at all times and be wary of everyone around them.

Because in this era, survival has become the biggest challenge.

...............

Biaozi was not the only one whose wound was infected. The dozen or so people who had attacked Lin Feng's balcony were also not spared.

Among them was Wang Bo. However, they were not like Biaozi.

With an almost crazy ruthlessness, he burned the knife red to treat the wound.

Because of this, their symptoms did not deteriorate to the alarming level like Biaozi's.

However, with the shortage of food and the increasingly serious infection of the wound, Wang Bo's body gradually became weak.

His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he looked like he would collapse at any moment.

He used up his last bit of strength and pleaded with Aunt Zhao in a weak voice.

"Aunt Zhao...Aunt Zhao, please give me some water to drink. I really can't hold on any longer."

Aunt Zhao stayed by Wang Bo's side all the time, feeling mixed emotions as she watched him become increasingly thinner and weaker.

She had wanted to end Wang Bo's life many times and use him as food to replenish her strength.

But every time she saw Wang Bo dying, she couldn't bear it.

She could only wait silently for Wang Bo to die, so that perhaps she could find a little comfort in her heart.

Aunt Zhao responded coldly.

"Where is the water at home? Even if there is, it would have frozen into ice cubes long ago."

After hearing what Aunt Zhao said, Wang Bo's eyes flashed with disappointment.

But he still didn't want to give up. He looked at Aunt Zhao with all his strength, his eyes full of desire.

"Aunt Zhao, I...I really can't hold on any longer. Can you go downstairs and dig some snow? I don't want to die without even a sip of water."

Aunt Zhao looked at Wang Bo's eager eyes and a ripple appeared in her heart.

She knew that Wang Bo didn't have much time left, but she was still worried about leaving her grandson alone at home with Wang Bo.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to go downstairs to dig the snow.

Before walking towards the bedroom, she looked back at Wang Bo to make sure that he was indeed too weak to get up.

Then she walked into the bedroom, glanced at her sleeping grandson, and prayed silently in her heart that he would be safe.

She locked the door to make sure Wang Bo could not enter the bedroom, then she went downstairs to dig the snow with peace of mind.

However, at the moment when Aunt Zhao closed the security door,

Wang Bo's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had become a different person.

His original weak state was instantly swept away, and he swiftly rolled over to the ground.

He hurriedly moved in front of the cat's eye and carefully confirmed that Aunt Zhao had indeed gone downstairs.

A strong desire to survive surged in his heart, and he knew this was his only chance.

He looked around quickly, and the moment his eyes fell on the table, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly grabbed the table and smashed it towards the bedroom door where Xiao Cong was with all his strength.

"Boom!"

The huge crash echoed in the silent room, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart.

The bedroom door was just an ordinary wooden door and could not withstand Wang Bo's crazy smashing.

In less than two minutes, the door collapsed under Wang Bo's fierce attack.

Xiao Cong was still asleep when he was awakened by the sudden sound of someone knocking on the door.

He stared at the shattered bedroom door with wide eyes in horror.

When he saw clearly that the person who came in was Wang Bo, the fear in his heart reached its peak.

he shouted.

"Uncle Wang, why are you banging on the door?"

However, Wang Bo had completely fallen into a state of madness and he could not hear Xiao Cong's shouts at all.

There was a cold light in his eyes, as if he wanted to destroy all living things in front of him.

Without hesitation, he raised the table in his hand again and smashed it hard on Xiao Cong's head.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining the entire bedroom red.

At this point, Xiao Cong, who was spoiled by Aunt Zhao into a little devil, also left the world forever.

His life came to an end in Wang Bo's madness and cruelty.

Without stopping, Wang Bo carried Xiao Cong's body and quickly returned to his home.

...............

Aunt Zhao carefully carried a basin of clean snow and returned home with heavy steps.

When she looked up and saw that the security door that should have been closed was now wide open,

My heart couldn't help but skip a beat, as if some ominous premonition came to my mind.

"Snapped!"

The basin of clear snow in her hand fell due to her sudden panic, and the crisp sound of breaking echoed in the silent corridor.

"Xiao Cong!"

Aunt Zhao's heart sank suddenly. She hurriedly dropped the basin in her hand and ran towards the bedroom.

Her steps became faster and faster, and the panic in her heart became more and more intense.

The moment she pushed open the bedroom door, what came into her eyes was a shocking scene - the room was full of blood.

"It's over."

A feeling of despair surged in Aunt Zhao's heart. She knew without thinking that

Wang Bo must have deliberately shown weakness just now. After sending her out, he attacked Xiao Cong.

Her grandson, her only relative, died tragically at the hands of Wang Bo.

"Xiao Cong, my grandson!"

Aunt Zhao was heartbroken. She sat down on the ground, covering her face with her hands, tears streaming through her fingers.

Her heart was filled with regret and self-blame. She shouldn't have believed Wang Bo's lies, but now it was too late.

"Wang Bo, I'm going to kill you!"

The anger in Aunt Zhao's heart was instantly ignited. She stood up with crazy hatred flashing in her eyes.

She walked into the kitchen, picked up a sharp kitchen knife and held it tightly in her hand.

She walked out of the house resolutely and went straight to Wang Bo's residence.

She had only one thought in her mind, and that was to avenge Wang Cong.

"Wang Bo, get the hell out here! I'm going to kill you!"

Aunt Zhao roared angrily, her voice filled with endless hatred.

She held the sharp kitchen knife tightly in her hand and chopped at the door of Wang Bo's house frantically.

The "crackling" sound of the knife struck echoed in the corridor, and every cut was like the anger burning in her heart.

Although the door of Wang Bo's house was not specially modified like that of Lin Feng's house,

But the security door was still not strong enough for an old lady in her 50s like Aunt Zhao to break open easily.