Chapter 13 The early stage of the apocalypse, the fortress of doom
Gu Wenyue looked at Zhang Yuqian's back walking through the crowd, shaking her head and laughing. She had really changed a lot.
I hope she can survive when the end of the world comes.
She bought two wooden combs, two loads of paper towels, and two large bags of freshly baked cakes at the market.
By the way, I took my last express delivery, stacked it neatly on the small tram I just bought, and hurried back home.
By the time Zhang Yuqian put down her luggage, comforted her grandparents and returned to the market, Gu Wenyue had already arrived home.
Zhang Yuqian thought of the old man's advice and ran back and forth several times, buying a lot of rice, noodles, meat, vegetables, cakes and sesame seeds.
After returning home, she saw her grandma stocking up on rice, flour, grains and oils in the small room and was speechless.
As people get older, the wind is like rain.
She doesn't believe in any apocalyptic remarks.
Little did she know that it was this move by her grandparents that ensured that their family would have enough food and clothing in the early days of the apocalypse.
On the penultimate day of the apocalypse, the temperature dropped a lot. People saw hope that the temperature would return to normal, and their irritability and depression subsided a lot.
Gu Wenyue's family has been taking the Body Refining Pill for days, and their physical fitness has improved rapidly. Their posture is strong, their strength is strong, their ears and eyes are clear, and their thinking is quick.
Gu Jinliang's family also listened to their words and didn't go out much these days. They only visited his brother's house every day and had a meal together.
The beheading knife that is slowly lowered before the execution is the most abrasive.
As the end of the world approached, Zhao Minan felt a little anxious. He was afraid that it would come and that it would not come that day, and a string of bubbles appeared on his mouth.
Gu Jinguo couldn't bear to see his wife getting angry, so he played movies to cheer her up, took her out to relax, and made her meals and hot soup to relieve the anger.
Gu Wenyue saw that for two days in a row, there were bitter melons in every meal. Her face was greener than the bitter melons. She held the chopsticks with her white fingers, holding two pieces of bitter melons and turning them over several times: "Dad, Can we not eat bitter melon? ”
When Gu Jinguo saw his precious daughter frowning, he quickly coaxed: "Just eat it for these two days. The bitter melon will defeat the heat. The weather has been hot recently."
"The weather has cooled down. Mom is anxious, not hot."
Zhao Minan happened to come down from the stairs, touched her daughter's furry head, and said in a gentle tone: "Mom will make you what you like tomorrow. No more bitter melon. How about scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"
Gu Wenyue then beamed with joy: "Long live Mom! Mom, please sit down and eat. Dad is afraid that you will get angry and hurt yourself!"
Zhao Minan rolled his eyes and took a bite of the bitter melon his daughter picked up.
The closer she gets to the end of the world, she feels as if she is being judged. The pain of her daughter's tragic death in her previous life and the pain of her son's disappearance seem to be vivid and clear in her mind.
The lively and bright daughter in front of her smiled with a small face as bright as a flower, which slightly soothed her anxiety.
Gu Wenxing had already picked up the food in front of him and started eating it.
Zhao Minan looked at his son who was becoming more and more silent and said, "Are you going out in the next two days?"
Gu Wenxing paused, thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I'm full, let's go up and exercise."
"Hey, you kid, you can't do strenuous exercise just after eating."
Gu Jinguo swallowed everything in his mouth, and while speaking, he held down his son's movement to get up.
Gu Wenxing frowned slightly, said nothing, sat down obediently, took out his cell phone and quickly browsed the information on the Internet.
Gu Wenyue looked at her brother's somewhat impatient figure and lowered her eyes. She could understand that her brother felt uncomfortable now.
Seeing that the end of the world is getting closer and closer, her parents have superpowers and a dimension, and she also has a very powerful dimension, but she doesn't know how to use his dimension until now.
My mother also keeps a lot of supplies in her space. There are many mines in my father's space. They also dug some gold mines, purified them themselves, and made a few gold bracelets to keep.
The power of the stars, what kind of power is the power of the stars?
They tried putting electric energy, water, etc. into it, but there was no change at all.
Her brother would not be willing to seek shelter behind his family.
He has his own way to go.
Gu Wenxing clicked on the black profile picture, thought about it for a while, and then a message popped up: "Don't go out tomorrow night, lock the doors and windows."
The other person immediately sent a message: "Is it time?" "Yes."
"Thank you."
The conversation ends there.
Feng Xingyuan put down his cell phone, took out a smaller black cell phone from the inner pocket of his suit, held it in his hand and turned it around a few times, until the metal cell phone was stained with the warmth of his palm, and then he dialed a series of numbers. .
There was a beeping sound for a long time, and just when the phone was about to hang up, the other party picked up the answer, and an old voice laughed: "Boy, why did you think of calling me, an old man?"
"Mr. Lu, I have an exclusive news for you. I need one-third of your political voice. Do you want it?"
"Oh? Tell me? What kind of news is worthy of such a big deal?"
"The coming apocalypse."
The person on the other side was silent for a moment, and then said: "How did you know?"
Feng Xingyuan's profound facial features stretched out, and the expression on his face was somewhat intriguing: "It seems that the higher-ups have foreseen this situation?"
Mr. Lu's voice was a little tired and sounded much older: "Okay, if you have nothing to do, just hang up. Don't go out in a week."
When the other party was about to die, Feng Xingyuan raised his voice: "It's not a week."
Mr. Lu paused, his wrinkled hands trembling slightly: "What did you say?"
Feng Xingyuan lowered his voice and emphasized: "It's not a week. It's tomorrow night."
"Where did you get the news? Is it accurate?"
Feng Xingyuan was silent. He thought of that stern face and the bizarre things he had done recently.
It wasn't until the other person's rapid breathing was filled with gasps that he said loudly: "Ninety percent accurate."
"Okay, okay. I understand. Thank you, boy. I promise you."
The phone was hung up and both of them got the answers they needed.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
Gu Wenxing put away his cell phone, met his sister's curious and gossipy eyes, and said, "Don't think too much. He is a good brother. I told him."
His eyes swept over the faces of his family, and finally stopped on his father's face.
As an adult, he will take responsibility for his actions, but as a child, his heart still longs for his family to be involved when such a major event occurs.
Gu Jinguo started to put away the dishes and said slowly: "Since you trust him, it doesn't hurt to tell him. We believe you."
Besides, they had already talked about it, and if there was someone they particularly trusted, it would be a courtesy to give them a heads up.
Gu Wenxing nodded and explained: "I have a close relationship with him. The money we stock up on supplies comes from him."
When his parents asked him about the source of his huge savings before, he just said a few words. It would be better if he explained it now, and they might meet again in the future.
Feng Xingyuan looks very serious, but in fact he is a doomsday maniac.
He has been to the address he gave, which is Feng Xingyuan's base camp. It covers a vast area and has several basement levels. The security system is strong. The three-meter-high protective wall is covered with electric grid, and the glass walls and doors are all It was bank-level anti-theft, so even if the water and electricity were cut off, he would have no problem surviving in it for decades.
What's more, he already has many cars. He has five apocalyptic fortress-type RVs and three private helicopters.
This was when he went there a few years ago.
The reason why Gu Wenxing told him after returning home was just to give him time to store supplies.
If he sees the wrong person, the worst they can do is hide in space until the end of the world comes.
Fortunately, his brother is still his brother.
As he spoke, the dining table was cleared, and the family went about their business.
At noon, several news reports came out online.
In the next chapter, we officially enter the end of the world.
(End of chapter)