Extreme Cold Apocalypse: My Shelter is Full of Beautiful Women

At this moment, on other floors.

In Building 3, the owner, Liu the Blind, sat cross-legged on the sofa, with a hand-drawn map of the community spread out in front of him.

His left eye was always drooping, but his right eye was surprisingly bright.

"interesting."

He tossed his phone aside and tapped the location of building 4 on the map with his finger.

"One person renting out an entire building? This kid is either an idiot or he's really got the guts."

His underlings came over:

"Blind guy, could he be one of those Sequence Awakeners?"

"nonsense."

Liu the Blind scoffed.

"These days, you can't be this arrogant without some real ability, can you?"

"The question now is, what path did he take, what level is he at, and does he have someone backing him?"

He paused, then licked his chapped lips.

"Go find someone smart enough to keep an eye on Building 4. Don't get close, just keep an eye on it from a distance."

"clear."

"besides"

Liu the Blind Man squinted his one eye.

"Go check the other posters' opinions, especially the one in building 9."

He grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth:

"A mad dog whose brother died is much easier to use than usual."

No one will oppose an Awakened One unless absolutely necessary.

This includes those who have awakened.

After all, the sequence abilities of awakened beings are incredibly diverse. If you don't understand their abilities and try to get past them, it's pointless to court death!

This is also why the original posters have kept things as they are.

They are wary of each other's sequence abilities.

No one dares to act rashly unless absolutely necessary.

. . .

Building 7, on the rooftop.

Jiang Yu, wearing a thin black vest, stood at the edge of the snow, overlooking the entire residential area.

Her gaze remained fixed on Building 4, unmoving.

"Ice and fire are incompatible..."

She murmured to herself, her breath condensing into tiny ice crystals in front of her.

"Sister Yu, could that kid be a match for us?"

A woman wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat behind me asked.

Jiang Yu did not turn around.

"An opponent? He doesn't even deserve it!"

She stretched out her right hand, and an ice flower condensed in her palm, reflecting a cold light under the pale moonlight.

"However... we can see if his fire can melt my ice."

With a gentle squeeze, the ice flowers shattered into powder and scattered in the wind.

"Send someone to keep an eye on him. Don't alert him; I need to know his every move."

. . .

Building 8, the owner is a taciturn middle-aged man, nicknamed "Old Silent".

He sat in the dark room, without turning on the lights or lighting a fire. On the table lay a gleaming dagger.

The faint light from the phone screen illuminated his face, revealing a pair of emotionless eyes.

He finished reading the messages in the group chat and put down his phone.

Then she closed her eyes.

His men stood at the door, not daring to utter a sound, waiting for him to speak.

After a long silence, Lao Mo finally uttered two words:

"Keep an eye on it."

That's all.

The subordinate nodded and left.

. . .

Building 9, basement level storage room.

Zhao Tianchen stood motionless in front of the pool of solidified molten iron.

He had been standing there for a long time.

So long that the henchmen's legs went numb, but none of them dared to move or speak.

The air was filled with that familiar sour, rotten smell, and the white paint on the walls was peeling off piece by piece, revealing the blackened cement underneath.

"You found it?"

Zhao Tianchen suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse.

One of his trusted confidants quickly stepped forward:

"Found him. The kid's name is Ye Yan, and he lives in apartment 404 of building 4. He used to be just an ordinary college student with no special background. When Brother Tianci got into a conflict with him, Xu Qiang and his gang from building 5 were with him."

"Xu Qiang?"

Zhao Tianchen turned around, his eyes bloodshot.

"Xu Qiang got involved too?"

"Probably not. It's said to be a chance encounter; Tianci tried to steal his things, and then... he was burned to death."

Zhao Tianchen's lips twitched slightly.

"Rob him?"

He suddenly laughed, the sound echoing through the empty storeroom, sending chills down one's spine.

"My brother stole his things, and he dared to kill him?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Zhao Tianchen suddenly grabbed an iron chair next to him and slammed it against the wall.

The iron chair began to deform and rot in mid-air. By the time it hit the wall, it had become a pile of scrap metal, splashing out dark red molten iron. The underling screamed and covered his face as he backed away.

"A nobody with no connections killed my brother and still dares to swagger around in Building 4, even daring to say he's going to hunt wild animals in the group chat?"

Zhao Tianchen was panting heavily, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually subsided.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When I opened my eyes again, the rage had subsided, replaced by a cold, almost morbid calm.

"Go, find two unfamiliar faces to keep an eye on Building 4. Don't alert him. I need to know what time he gets up, what time he goes to bed, who he talks to, and what he eats and drinks."

"Boss, should we just take some men...?"

"I told you, there's no rush."

Zhao Tianchen raised his right hand and took off his glove.

The ulcer on the palm of that hand had expanded, revealing dark red flesh underneath, with pus oozing out.

"He killed my brother, he can't die too easily."

He put his gloves back on, his voice as calm as if he were talking about the weather.

"I need to see what gives him the right to be so arrogant."

"Also, contact the other owners. Tell them that I, Zhao Tianchen, owe them a favor—whoever gives me information about Ye Yan, I'll keep a record of it."

"Also," he paused, "tell Blind Liu that I've agreed to the deal I mentioned last time."

. . .

Building 4, Unit 404.

Ye Yan sneezed.

"Someone's talking about me." He rubbed his nose.

"It's definitely that Zhao Tianchen!" Le Wuyou, clutching her doll, huddled in the corner of the sofa. "We're doomed, we're going to die!"

"Can't you be a little more sensible?"

Ye Yan rolled her eyes at her and lowered her head to continue fiddling with the thirteen flints.

Qi Rushuang stood by the window, peering down through the gap in the curtains.

"Ye Yan," she said softly, "there seem to be a few more figures downstairs."

Ye Yan didn't even look up: "Let them see."

Aren't you worried?

"What are you worried about?" Ye Yan arranged the flints one by one, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Let them watch if they want. Anyway—"

He looked up, his eyes reflecting the light of the flames.

"It won't be long before they come begging to me."

. . .

At this moment, at the entrance of Building 4.

The heavy snow has stopped, but the wind is still blowing.

The cold wind cut like a knife on the face, carrying fine snowflakes that stung the eyes.

"what!"

Le Wuyou clung to Ye Yan's arm, wishing she could hang on him.

"So heartwarming!"

Her eyes lit up, and she pressed herself even closer.

Ye Yan felt like he was carrying a heater; even through his thick down jacket, you could feel the comforting warmth emanating from him.

She suddenly regretted not coming out with Ye Yan sooner.

After being frozen outside for so long, I finally understand what "a world of ice and fire" means.

Even through the thick clothes, Ye Yan could clearly feel the soft touch on his arm.

Under the protection of the fire, the temperature within a half-meter radius around Ye Yan remained between 20 and 30 degrees Celsius.

It was minus fifty degrees Celsius outside, but spring was all around him.

"Okay, how long are you going to keep hugging me?"

Ye Yan glanced at Le Wuyou speechlessly and withdrew his arm.

"Release it quickly."

"Huh? Put what in?"

Le Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and stuck out her tongue.

She raised her hand, and a crack appeared in the void.

That was her spatial sequence ability.

She took things out of her spatial storage one by one:

The dismantled wooden cabinets, iron frames, and old water pipes were piled on the snow, quickly forming a small mountain.

These were all taken from her house.

Since the house was no longer habitable, everything that could be demolished was demolished.

"What are you going to do?" Le Wuyou asked curiously.

"Just watch."

Ye Yan didn't explain much. He took out ten flints from his pocket and arranged them in a circle on the snow.

[Arrow Tower: Wood x10, Iron x10, Flint x10]

He raised his right hand, and a pale golden holy fire appeared in his palm.

The flames flickered, emitting a soft glow.

The flint was ignited, making a crackling sound;

The wood and iron floated up under the guidance of the sacred flame, merging, recombining, and shaping in mid-air.

Le Wuyou was dumbfounded.

One by one, the materials disappeared, and in their place stood a building that rose from the ground.

Arrow tower!

It's two stories high and has a dark red metallic texture.

A huge crossbow was mounted on top of the tower, its arrowheads burning with an inextinguishable flame that hissed in the cold wind.