Extreme Cold Apocalypse: My Shelter is Full of Beautiful Women

Chapter 30 Compromise.

As soon as Liu the Blind Man finished speaking, the other forum members' expressions changed.

Some were tempted, some hesitated, some were angry, and some were afraid.

Some even secretly harbored a hint of greed in their eyes.

The first one to jump out was Sun Wukong from Building 6, his voice so loud it sounded like he was arguing: "Hey, you surnamed Ye, how much for your dilapidated tower? I'll buy it!"

Ye Yan glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and said calmly, "Fifty flints, fifty wooden strips, and fifty iron. No bargaining."

I originally asked for 100 flints.

But after thinking about it, in order to have more arrow towers and a wider coverage area, he made a tough decision and broke half of them.

really.

He is so kind.

"So expensive?" Sun Wukong grinned.

He didn't know what the flint was used for.

But its ability to generate heat is definitely a treasure.

He originally planned to study it, and if all else failed, once he had collected enough, he could simply fill the room with flint to replace heating!

So, these heat-generating stones are perfect for babies in temperatures below -5 degrees Celsius.

can.

"If you think it's too expensive, you can carry it yourself."

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and stamped his foot: "Buy!"

He ordered his men to gather materials, and they cobbled together fifty flints. As for wood and iron, they had no concept of those, but they had plenty of those.

All they had to do was dismantle some empty houses belonging to dead people and painstakingly pile them up in front of Ye Yan.

Ye Yan didn't waste any words. The sacred flame appeared, and a tower was built every ten seconds.

As Sun Wukong looked at the arrow towers that had appeared downstairs from his house, the pain on his face gradually turned into relief.

At least from now on, they will have an easier time.

There's no need to send anyone out to their deaths anymore.

Old soldier Zhou from Building 2 also came. He didn't haggle or waste any words.

He paid fifty flints, stood silently to the side, watching the arrow tower rise from the ground, and said only two words: "Thank you."

Old Mo from Building 8 sent someone over, dropped off the materials from a distance, and then left.

They were cold and indifferent, as if they were conducting a shady deal.

However, some posters do not intend to pay.

As night deepened, the wolf pack's attack temporarily slowed down.

Ye Yan is counting the flints.

Including those paid by other forum members and those dug from wolf corpses, he has accumulated more than 491.

Just then, three figures emerged from the darkness.

They slipped out of the back door of a building, circled around, and approached Building 4 by hugging the wall.

Everyone held a knife in their hand, the blade of which was wrapped in black cloth so that it did not reflect light.

They assumed the arrow towers only allowed a view of the front.

But they didn't know that the arrow tower's perception was 360 degrees.

The first person had just stepped into the five-meter radius of Building 4.

brush!

A rocket was fired from a side arrow tower and pierced his neck.

He didn't even have time to make a sound before he collapsed in the snow, his body bursting into flames, half of his neck charred.

"Oh no! We've been spotted! Run!"

The second man turned to run, but the second rocket caught up with him, piercing through his back and exiting through his chest, leaving a cloud of blood.

The third person's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his pants soaked.

He opened his mouth as if to cry "Spare me!"

But it felt like my throat was being choked, and I couldn't make a sound.

The crossbow in the arrow tower slowly turned, and the burning arrowhead was aimed at his brow.

"etc."

Ye Yan's voice came from the stairwell. He slowly walked out, holding a teacup, and looked down at the man slumped on the floor.

"Who sent you?"

The man trembled, his lips turned purple, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"hehe"

Ye Yan sneered.

"Then go die!"

"No, no! I, I..."

The man was about to say something.

brush!

But the next moment, the rocket pierced his head.

It's too late.

At this moment, the people in the community became serious upon seeing Ye Yan's ruthless demeanor.

All the original plans were overturned.

"hehe"

Ye Yan didn't care what they were thinking.

Or perhaps...

Ye Yan killed them to show them!

In this apocalypse, weakness will only lead to being bullied.

To survive, you have to be ruthless!

As the last flint fell into the bag, a notification sounded in Ye Yan's mind:

[Number of flints: 500/500]

[Upgrade requirements met. Upgrade the Holy Flame of Order now?]

Ye Yan took a deep breath and clicked "Not for now".

The wolf pack hasn't completely retreated yet; now is not the time to escalate.

He needs to finish dealing with the things at hand first.

At that moment, the wolf pack's attack completely stopped.

It wasn't that they were driven back, but that they stopped on their own initiative.

The remaining snow wolves stopped charging and slowly retreated to the outside of the community wall.

They lingered on the snow, their eerie green eyes gleaming in the darkness, like a ring of will-o'-the-wisps encircling the entire neighborhood.

Neither coming in nor leaving.

They just surrounded it.

"Is it over?"

Everyone was overjoyed and cheered.

"It's finally over."

Even the original posters breathed a sigh of relief.

If this continues, they really won't be able to hold on.

"What does this mean?" Le Wuyou frowned.

Qi Rushuang stood beside Ye Yan, looking at the distant points of light, her face slightly pale: "What are they waiting for?"

"Wait for us to starve to death?" Le Wuyou said uncertainly.

"It doesn't look like it."

Qi Rushuang shook her head, but she didn't say anything more.

Ye Yan didn't think much of it. He only knew that he had achieved his goal for the day.

He checked the coverage area of ​​the arrow towers:

There are six seats in Building 4, two seats in Building 5, one seat in Building 3, one seat in Building 6, one seat in Building 2, and one seat in Building 8.

Including those sold to others, there were a total of thirteen arrow towers, covering one-fifth of the community area.

not enough.

But Ye Yan was already satisfied.

The rest can only be done step by step.

"Alright, time to clean up the battlefield."

Ye Yan clapped his hands and waved to Fatty and the others.

On the snow, the corpses of hundreds of snow wolves lay scattered about, each with a flint inside its body.

This is not a secret.

Some people are starting to get restless.

The survivors of Building 4 were watching the battle come to an end.

Several people sneaked down, crouched down and rummaged through the corpses, secretly stuffing flints into their pockets.

"Hey, didn't I already tell you?"

The voice Ye Yan suddenly remembered sent chills down their spines.

"The beasts I kill, and everything I obtain, is mine."

"What are you saying?"

An old woman clutched a hot flint, refusing to open her mouth even in death.

"These wolves died under Building 4, and rightfully belong to the residents of Building 4!"

"Right, everyone agrees!"

Others echoed this.

"That's right!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Le Wuyou laughed in anger at these shameless remarks.

I was just about to say something.

Pfft!

next moment.

Three rockets, three people—they didn't even have time to scream.

The corpse lay in the snow, mixed with the wolf carcass, and the blood spread across the snow, quickly freezing into dark red ice shards.

Le Wuyou's eyes widened, completely unexpected that Ye Yan would be so decisive.