Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 333 - 325: Stripping Clothes and Burning

In this apocalyptic world, human morality has degenerated, and many people's appearances and inner thoughts are completely different.

The woman in front of him seemed very obedient, but there's no guarantee what she was thinking inside.

Mr. Wang looked at this woman, feeling somewhat conflicted. Just a moment ago, he thought about simply killing her with a single shot.

But then he suddenly remembered how this woman had been beaten days before and felt a surge of sympathy for her as a fellow sufferer.

What he didn't anticipate was how drastically this woman would change.

Mr. Wang frowned, unsure what the woman was thinking, and besides, what was the point of keeping her alive?

What was the point, really...

With the weather being so cold, food and supplies so scarce, one more person meant one more mouth to feed.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wang steeled his heart, his eyes slightly narrowed, and the gun in his hand lifted a little.

The woman, who had been closely watching his movements, saw Mr. Wang's action and knelt down to beg for mercy: "Please spare me, I can follow you, do whatever you ask, anything at all..."

Before she could finish her plea...

Bang! A gunshot rang out, and the woman was struck down to the ground.

Blood slowly flowed from the woman's body.

Mr. Wang kicked the nearby man's corpse down the steps.

Thud, thud...

The man's body tumbled down the stairs and fell at the entrance of the first floor. Mr. Wang then gave the woman's body a kick down the steps too.

After kicking her down, Mr. Wang took out his house key and walked down to the first floor.

Upon reaching the first floor, he looked at their doorway and closed the door.

Mr. Wang looked at the snow outside, thought for a moment, and then searched the man's body, finding a set of keys, two crumpled cigarettes, and a lighter.

"Heh, still got a lighter, huh?" Mr. Wang kicked the man lying on the ground.

Seeing the man's clothing, he seemed to remember something—clothes could keep one warm or be used for burning.

So he promptly stripped the man completely, then removed the clothes from the woman's corpse as well.

There were inevitably some sighs in the process.

But what came next was most important.

Setting aside the clothes, Mr. Wang moved the two bodies across to a flower bed opposite Building 19.

Although it was called a flower bed, no one had tended to it in the apocalyptic world, and with the cold weather, all the withered branches and leaves, even uprooted plants, were used as fuel or food.

At the moment, this flower bed was bleak, nothing but a patch of snow.

Mr. Wang tried to move the bodies even farther away, then used his hands to brush away snowflakes, placing the bodies in and then covering them up with a simple layer of snow.

After he had done all this, Mr. Wang hurriedly ran back to Building 19, shivering all the way.

On his way back, he saw two more bodies lying on the first floor of Building 17 next door, who he had seen once before when he went out.

"Has it already become this chaotic?" Mr. Wang murmured to himself, his hands trembling continuously.

Suddenly, he felt like moving those two bodies that far was somewhat superfluous.

He quickly returned to Building 19 and patted his pocket, taking out several keys.

These were the keys he had taken from the man he searched earlier. Thinking it over, Mr. Wang went to the front door of the first floor, took out one of the keys and tried it, but it didn't work.

Then he tried a few more keys until he finally heard a click.

The door opened, Mr. Wang slowly walked in, and as soon as he entered the room, he was hit by a stench, like that of a dead rat mixed with rotten eggs.

The stench hit him in the face.

Mr. Wang quickly covered his mouth and nose.

Unexpectedly, this downstairs neighbor's place was even more dilapidated than his; the living room was completely empty, void of anything.

Walking into the room, there wasn't even a bed, just a mattress laid directly on the floor, covered with several thick quilts and blankets.

On a stool on the other side, thick clothing hung, all dirty and soiled.

There was some food on the floor, a moldy loaf of bread that was still intact, and other foods in powder form that, being ground to dust, were unrecognizable for what they once were.

After searching around, he couldn't find the source of the foul smell, but when he flipped the stool over, a wave of stench attacked him.

It was coming from one of the pieces of clothing.

This piece of clothing was festooned with red and white liquids, unidentifiable as to what they were.

When Mr. Wang threw the garment aside, the air stirred by the motion almost made him vomit.

"It's alright, at least there are some usable things here," Mr. Wang muttered to himself.

He moved everything inside the house upstairs, anything that might be of use, all of it was carried up.

Finally, he looked at the mattress and decided to tear open its surface and remove any flammable material, since he already had two beds upstairs.

The weather was too cold to waste anything that could generate heat.

After six or seven trips, he had finally moved everything useful upstairs.

On the second floor, Mr. Wang lay on his bed and then lit a piece of clothing on fire next to the bed, an article he had removed from those two bodies earlier.

The flame burned, carrying a smell with it, but fortunately, it wasn't disgusting.

Mr. Wang warmed his hands near the flame.

Suddenly, he remembered something, water!

Mr. Wang immediately got up, went out to the balcony, gathered some snow, scraped it into an iron pot, and still hung it above the flames.

As the snow slowly melted, Mr. Wang stared blankly at the melting snow.

He had no idea how long this chilly weather would last; although now he had obtained the supplies from the couple downstairs, it really wasn't much and could only sustain him a bit longer.

Just how long would this icy weather persist... Mr. Wang sat there, zoned out, pondering this question.

...

Big Camphor Tree Base.

After New Year's Eve, everyone welcomed the new year with eyes full of anticipation, longing for the good life ahead.

Given the current state of affairs, everyone was satisfied.

But accidents always happen during these peaceful times.

One day, Li Hang rushed over to find Li Yu in a hurry.

"Big brother, there's a problem with our photovoltaic power generation!" Li Hang panted as he ran down from the mountain.

"What! What's the problem?!" Li Yu asked anxiously.

Right now, eighty percent of the base's power supply relied on photovoltaic power generation, and the rest - wind and hydroelectric power - didn't even make up twenty percent.

With the solar power having an issue, that was a fatal problem in the current situation.

Without electricity, they couldn't heat, and everyone would be freezing; how long could they last in temperatures over thirty degrees?

Without electricity, the underground plantation would be ruined.

Thus, upon hearing that there was a problem with the photovoltaic power generation from Li Hang, it was no wonder he was that anxious.