Extreme Cold Apocalypse: My Shelter is Full of Beautiful Women

Chapter 34 The people of the Bitter Bitter Community brought blessings to him alone.

The next few days unfolded exactly as Ye Yan had predicted.

The wolves harass the residents from time to time, causing them great distress.

In buildings without arrow towers, the number of people responsible for patrolling is increasing, and some buildings have even started having all staff working in shifts.

Every household must contribute someone, regardless of gender or age.

And the weather is getting colder and colder.

The temperature has reached a terrifying minus sixty degrees Celsius.

At this moment, downstairs in Building 9, several men are huddled at the entrance of the stairwell keeping watch.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

They buried their heads in their scarves, and the hot breath they exhaled instantly turned into ice crystals in the air, landing on their chests and forming a thin layer of white frost.

"This damn cold weather—if it gets any colder, will the carbon dioxide freeze?"

"I remember that the freezing point of carbon dioxide is around minus seventy degrees Celsius, right?"

"Idiot, that's pure carbon dioxide. The air has a complex composition; it won't freeze that early, or we'd be dead already."

It's important to understand that if carbon dioxide in the atmosphere were to turn into dry ice and be released from the air, it would cause the complete collapse of Earth's ecosystem, making it impossible for humans and most life forms (including microorganisms) to survive!

It's safe to say that if it gets any colder, the entire planet will be devoid of life!

"Stop talking nonsense—look over there."

The man who was speaking raised his chin and pointed to Building 5 not far away.

There, two arrow towers stood amidst the wind and snow, their crossbows turning slowly, the firelight particularly striking in the darkness.

The entrance to Building 5 was deserted.

No one patrolled, no one kept watch, and even the lights were off; everyone was curled up in their warm rooms sleeping.

And they, in this frigid night of minus sixty degrees Celsius, were wrapped in three cotton quilts and still shivering from the cold.

"I'm so envious!"

A young man shrank his neck, his voice filled with unspeakable bitterness.

"Why does the original poster disagree with buying the arrow tower?"

"They said they were afraid others would have ulterior motives."

The other man gave a wry smile.

"They say that the man surnamed Ye had ill intentions; placing the arrow tower at his doorstep is like putting a knife to his throat."

"But other apartments I bought haven't had any problems!"

"Who can argue with that? —"

The man sighed and pulled his scarf up to cover his frostbitten nose.

"But the original poster won't listen, what can we do?"

No one answered.

Because everyone knows the answer.

They can't do anything.

All I can do is huddle in the stairwell in this damned cold night, waiting for the wolves to come, waiting for the wolves to leave, waiting for a tomorrow I don't even know if I'll ever see them again.

In the silence, someone suddenly spoke.

"I think that Lord Ye—he doesn't care about us ordinary people at all. If he wanted to harm people, he wouldn't need to build a tower. He's an Awakened One himself; he could kill us all by himself. Why would he bother with all that effort?"

"But the original poster said—"

"Whatever the poster says goes! Is he on patrol? Is he going to his death? He's sleeping in a warm room while we're freezing here!"

The voice, filled with long-suppressed anger, echoed through the stairwell before being swallowed up by the wind and snow.

No one refuted.

Because what this person said is true.

Their landlord, Zhao Tianchen, hasn't shown up for several days.

No one knew what he was doing, no one knew what he was thinking; only the occasional stench of decay wafting up from the basement reminded them of this.

Their landlord is still alive.

They live, yet they send them out to die.

They are given a chance to live, but not a way to live.

This suspicion, like insects, festered in everyone's hearts, slowly eroding their last shred of awe for the "host".

At first, the original posters were still holding on.

"Putting someone else's most powerful weapon on your own doorstep? Dream on!"

"Don't you know what that guy surnamed Ye is up to? He's holding a gun to our throats! If we let him fire one today, he can fire two tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow the whole building will be his territory!"

That makes sense.

No one objected.

But no one echoed his sentiments.

Because everyone saw it.

Since those two arrow towers were installed, no one has died in Building 5.

The snow wolves were shot dead within ten meters of the building, and the survivors in Building 5 could even stand at the entrance of the building, eating sunflower seeds and enjoying the scenery, as leisurely as before the apocalypse.

And what about them?

Patrol, stand guard, take shifts, work tirelessly.

Every day there are new wounds, and every day familiar faces disappear.

This kind of contrast cannot be suppressed by a few phrases like "How can one tolerate another snoring beside one's bed?"

Building 10 was the first to give way.

Their landlord's surname is Hu, nicknamed "Wild Fox," and he's as thin as a bamboo pole. He has awakened the "Enhancement Path - Agility Sequence."

They can run fast, jump high, and even climb onto roofs and remove tiles.

However, its direct combat capability is approximately zero.

When the snow wolf charged, he was the first to leap onto the second-floor balcony, leaving his men downstairs to hold it off.

That night, three people died in Building 10.

The next day at noon, the wild fox, looking disheveled, found Ye Yan and gritted his teeth, insisting on buying a tower.

"How much?"

"Seventy flints".

"Wasn't he only twenty before?!"

Ye Yan leaned against the wall at the entrance of the stairwell, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, and glanced at him indifferently.

"Yesterday's price is yesterday's price. Today's price is today's price."

The wild fox wanted to curse, but didn't dare.

He simply took out seventy flints.

That was all the savings he had accumulated in the past month, plus the premium of fifty extra pieces.

His hands trembled the moment the arrow tower rose from the ground.

It's not because of the cold.

It's heartbreaking.

But he had no choice.

Because if he doesn't buy this tower, someone else will die in his building tonight.

Many, many people died.

The families of the dead will look at him with the eyes of an enemy and will unite to drive him off the stage.

He doesn't have to buy it.

But the price he could not afford was too high.

Building 1 followed closely behind.

Their landlord was a retired soldier surnamed Chen, in his fifties, who had awakened the "Enhancement Path - Power Sequence", giving him physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, but he still couldn't withstand the daily siege of the wolf pack.

His left arm was bitten, the flesh was turned inside out, and it was still bleeding even after being wrapped in bandages several times.

"purchase."

Veteran Chen only said this one word.

He didn't haggle, or even ask the price.

Because he knew that the tower was not sold to the owner, but to the elderly, women and children living in the building.

He doesn't have to buy it.

But he didn't want to see his child cry anymore.

Other floors also gradually compromised.

Some came to Ye Yan because of the large number of casualties, some because of pressure from the homeowners, and some because the homeowners themselves couldn't hold on any longer. They came to Ye Yan in different orders, but without exception, all of them had been asked to pay more.

Ye Yan's reasoning was sound: "The more arrow towers we build, the greater the consumption."

As for how much energy is actually consumed, nobody knows.

Anyway, the price has gone up.

After all, his next upgrade requires 5000 firestones, and it would take forever if he did it on his own.

Ye Yan didn't want to go out, since his sequence didn't allow him to do so.

So, it was a hardship for everyone in the community, but a benefit for him alone.