Extreme Cold Apocalypse: My Shelter is Full of Beautiful Women

Chapter 35 Rot, Zhao Tianchen's True Sequence

Do not!

It should be a win-win situation!

With the help of the arrow towers, they didn't have to worry, and Ye Yan could happily harvest the flint.

Not to mention the energy costs of the arrow towers later on.

That's right.

Ye Yan also planned to charge them for the arrow tower; they only bought one arrow tower, not including the energy and batteries!

Either pay for energy, or you can burn flint and steel to power the arrow towers yourself!

As for why we don't start doing this?

If things had been like this from the beginning, why would these people have been so generous in buying his arrow towers?

The only building that didn't raise prices was Building 5.

It wasn't that Ye Yan was soft-hearted, but rather that Xu Qiang had reserved the spot in advance at a "friends' price."

This made the other posters even more furious.

However, there are four exceptions. Of the fourteen buildings in the community, all but four are designed as arrow towers.

One is Jiang Yu from Building 7.

She's the one who can handle it the most.

Because she herself is a fighting force.

Elemental pathways, masters of ice—they are truly chosen ones in this extreme apocalypse.

Another exception is buildings 13 and 14.

Those were the two most inconspicuous buildings deepest into the residential area.

They hid behind other buildings, and most of the wolf pack's attack was blocked by the buildings in front. The few that managed to get through were attacked by the people inside the buildings and did not pose a fatal threat.

But what really caught Ye Yan's attention was not their combat ability.

It is unity.

The survivors of buildings 13 and 14 are the only buildings that have never bought anything from Ye Yan.

They didn't buy torches, arrow towers, or any sequence creations. Yet they survived perfectly well. They suffered the fewest casualties.

Ye Yan frowned when he noticed this.

Who owns those two buildings?

Xu Qiang thought for a moment: "It seems to be a woman, I heard she's a lawyer."

"An Awakened One?"

"I don't know—I've never seen her make a move. I'm not even sure if she even exists."

"What do you mean?"

Xu Qiang lowered his voice: "I've been around this neighborhood for so long, and I've never seen what that woman looks like. When people in buildings 13 and 14 mention her, their mouths are like they're locked; you can't get anything out of them. It's not that they don't want to talk about it, it's that they're afraid to."

"You dare not say?"

"Yes." Xu Qiang nodded. "It's like—someone is watching them."

Ye Yan tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

He didn't ask any more questions.

But Qi Rushuang asked for him.

"Ye Yan, the people in those two buildings—their expressions are off."

Le Wuyou tilted her head, puzzled. "Your expression is off? What does it mean?"

Qi Rushuang did not answer directly, but looked at Ye Yan with a cautious look in her eyes that only he could understand.

"They appear united, but it's not voluntary unity," she paused, carefully choosing her words, "it's more like coercion."

Ye Yan narrowed his eyes.

"You mean—they're being controlled?"

"It's not just being controlled," Qi Rushuang said softly, "it's being monitored. Being monitored by an invisible force, so I dare not speak recklessly, dare not move recklessly, and even dare not think recklessly."

Le Wuyou gasped, "You mean—mind control?"

Qi Rushuang neither nodded nor shook her head.

"Just a guess."

But Ye Yan knew that Qi Rushuang's guess was never unfounded.

Her mind was the sharpest he had ever seen. Whether it was the pricing strategy for the arrow tower, the analysis of the psychology of each resident, or even the assessment of the overall situation in the neighborhood.

Every piece of advice she gave was as precise as a scalpel.

The fact that "business" has gone so smoothly these past few days is largely thanks to Qi Rushuang.

In just the last few days, he has sold more than 400 torches.

You know what, these people actually have a lot of flint.

As for other buildings, Ye Yan was also considering them, and the next moment Ye Yan had already made progress.

LV2 Fire Eye! It can release Fire Eye Rays just like the Arrow Tower, but its power is limited and can only kill small creatures, such as rats.

If we promote it this way, others might find it objectionable and wary.

Furthermore, the side effect of this fire eye is to increase the surrounding temperature, which is hardly a negative effect in such extreme cold.

It's all positive effects!

Using this as a selling point, Ye Yan sold 80 items, earning over 700 Firestones in one go.

If the price were higher, we might be able to earn even more.

After all, this is a precious item that can keep you warm in this freezing weather!

But that's not the point. The point is that the Fiery Eyes can see everything within a 1-meter radius, and that information is transmitted to Ye Yan.

That is, surveillance!

Ye Yan's goal was to deploy this surveillance system throughout the entire community, creating an information network unique to him.

That is, FireNet!

The reason why so many products were sold and such great results were largely due to Mr. Qi's marketing.

"Bullying the teacher."

Ye Yan suddenly spoke, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You're so quick-witted, I'm curious if your mouth is just as sharp."

Qi Rushuang was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red.

"you-

'

Before she could finish speaking, Ye Yan pulled her into the room.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

Le Wuyou stood alone in the living room, holding her doll, staring dumbfounded at the tightly closed door.

Then, a suppressed moan came from under the door.

Le Wuyou's face turned red to the roots of her ears.

"Damn it!"

She covered her ears, squatted on the sofa, and buried her face in the doll.

"There's another person in this room! Can't you be a little more mindful of the situation?"

Her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, her heart was pounding like a drum, and her mind was a complete mess.

"I can't live like this anymore!"

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In the end, the one who didn't buy anything from Ye Yan was naturally Zhao Tianchen.

The hatred for killing one's brother is irreconcilable.

I would rather die than do that.

But the problem is...

His situation is getting worse and worse.

The wolves attacked him day after day, and his hands had become ulcerated all the way to his wrists. Every time he used his powers, it felt like putting his hands into sulfuric acid.

His physical strength was being depleted, his will was wavering, and his underlings were looking at him with increasingly strange eyes.

"Boss, how about we buy one too?"

Zhao Er said this cautiously.

"What did you say?"

Zhao Tianchen turned his head, his voice low and his eyes vacant.

Zhao Er shuddered, but still forced himself to say, "Boss, everyone else has bought the other buildings and they're sleeping soundly now. But here, people are dying every day. The brothers are getting upset—"

"Does anyone have a problem with this?" Zhao Tianchen's voice suddenly calmed down.

That calm is more terrifying than rage.

Zhao Er realized something was wrong and quickly took two steps back: "Boss, I was just conveying everyone's message—"

"I'm asking you, who has a problem with this?"

Zhao Tianchen stood up and walked step by step toward Zhao Er.

His hands hung limply at his sides, his festering skin dripping pus, and every step he took left dark yellow water stains on the floor.

A sour, rotten smell filled the air, growing stronger and stronger.

Zhao Er smelled it.

He recognized the taste.

This is the same smell when Zhao Tianchen killed people.

"Boss, I was wrong! I shouldn't have said that."

Zhao Er turned around and tried to run away.

late.

Zhao Tianchen slammed his right hand onto Zhao Er's shoulder.

"ah"

Zhao Er's scream hadn't even fully escaped when it changed tone.

The clothes on his shoulders were corroding, and his skin was turning black, the blackness like ink dripping into clear water, spreading rapidly in all directions.

But this is not corrosion.

It's something else.

Zhao Er's body began to convulse, as if he had been electrocuted, foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes upward.

Small bumps appeared on his skin, as if something was moving under his skin.

Those things were wriggling, splitting, and multiplying.

A few seconds later, Zhao Er stopped convulsing.

He stood up straight, his movements as stiff as a marionette.