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Chapter 5: Force Ceiling

Author: Washing powder

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Chapter 5

　　Before the end of the world, compressed biscuits that people would not even look at twice have become the healthiest food that can relieve hunger after the end of the world.

　　The half piece of compressed biscuits given by Huo Zheng smelled tasteless, and tasted dry and crisp with a slight sweetness.

　　Liu Qingzhi chewed it slowly, drank some water, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then returned to the room.

　　Looking at the door closed by Liu Qingzhi, Jiang Yu snorted coldly from his throat.

　　Wei Ziming and Wei Wen's expressions were not very good either. Xiao

　　Xiangyang was beaten unconscious and is still lying on the bed.

　　Liu Qingzhi was unharmed.

　　They did not force Liu Qingzhi to do anything, but Liu Qingzhi has always been under their protection. After the accident today, in the extreme contrast between Xiao Xiangyang's coma and Liu Qingzhi's safety, several people still felt that Liu Qingzhi should say something.

　　Guilt or apology, at least show a little emotion. In any case, it is better than the current situation, as if nothing happened.

　　Liu Qingzhi didn't mind Jiang Yu's sarcasm towards him, nor did he care whether these people had good or bad opinions about him, nor did he evaluate whether his current attitude and behavior were right or wrong.

　　After passing through one high-risk world after another, he already had a ruler in his heart to measure everything.

　　He would not do things that seemed unnecessary to cater to other people's moods, nor would he deliberately express emotions that contradicted his own heart.

　　Retirement life should be lived as one pleases.

　　The slime lay on Liu Qingzhi's shoulder: "The host is right!" It immediately asked: "So are we going out to kill mutants tonight?"

　　Liu Qingzhi lay down on the sofa: "Not tonight."

　　He looked at the only skylight in the room. Through the gap in the iron bars, he could clearly see the changes in the sky outside from his current angle.

　　In the past, this skylight that was not tightly sealed was a source of fear for the original owner who couldn't sleep at night.

　　He was always afraid that after he fell asleep, the mutants would climb up the skylight and try to extend their sharp nails inside. He was also always worried about whether the iron bars were strong enough and whether the iron locks on them would be broken by the mutants' claws.

　　From the memory in his mind, the original owner had told Huo Zheng more than once that it would be best to completely block the window and not let any gaps flow out.

　　However, Huo Zheng's answer was very simple. In order to prevent the mutants from conquering this place one day, once the exit outside was blocked by the mutants, this skylight would be a way out.

　　The original owner had no right to speak, and although he was afraid, he could only keep silent.

　　Now such a skylight has greatly facilitated his subsequent actions.

　　Looking at the sky outside the window getting darker and darker, after the last ray of light completely disappeared, Liu Qingzhi heard a rustling sound, which was the sound of the cold wind blowing the dead trees.