Extreme Cold Apocalypse: My Shelter is Full of Beautiful Women

Chapter 40 Fire Wall.

The moment the announcement was sent out, messages flooded the group chat like a burst dam.

It wasn't questioning, it wasn't hesitation, it was robbery.

You can almost smell the urgency even through the screen.

In every building, on every floor, in every household, those people who were so hungry their eyes were green and their stomachs were churning with acid reflux didn't care about anything else the moment they saw the words "bread" and "food".

As for labor?

work to earn a living?

Nobody cared about this.

Before the apocalypse, this was their destiny too.

Working to pay off a mortgage, working to pay for my child's tutoring, working to pay for my boss's fifth house.

Now I'm just working for bread, what's the difference?

Before, I got a salary when I went to work; now, I only get bread.

But they were not dissatisfied.

That's how people are; when faced with dire circumstances, they will constantly compromise, no matter the conditions.

"Lord Ye is benevolent and righteous!"

This message was copied and pasted dozens of times, filling the entire screen.

Holding his phone, Le Wuyou looked at the endless stream of "benevolence and righteousness" messages and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Benevolence and righteousness? They call this benevolence and righteousness? You're clearly short-handed, and you're letting people sell themselves for a little food, and they still praise you for being benevolent and righteous?"

Ye Yan was counting the flints, not even looking up: "You can choose not to let them praise you."

"I won't stop them. Let them praise me; it's not me they're praising anyway."

"Then what are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at you."

Le Wuyou held her phone up to Ye Yan's face; the screen was covered with messages.

"Look, these people will soon treat you like royalty."

Ye Yan glanced at it but didn't reply.

He didn't care what these people were shouting.

Whether you call him "Sir," "Benevolent and Righteous," or "Long Live," it doesn't matter.

Today you can shout "Long live him!" and tomorrow you can stab him in the back.

The grass bends whichever way the wind blows, but Ye Yan never expects the grass to have a backbone.

What he needs is not their loyalty, but their hands.

He used one hand to move timber, another to move materials, and the third to do the work he didn't want to do himself.

As for the heart?

He doesn't care where it grows.

The materials quickly piled up into a small mountain in the center of the community.

Timber, door frames, old furniture, floorboards salvaged from an empty house, and even a few benches chopped into firewood were all piled up haphazardly.

Although you can use the space ability of Le Wuyou.

She carried more things by herself than dozens of people combined.

But as I said before, it's okay if she doesn't expose herself, Ye Yan doesn't want her to.

Space, in any case, is a good trump card.

But he had no choice.

His lineage was so ostentatious.

Furthermore, if he were to collect those building materials by himself, it would take forever.

Why not hire someone to do it?

All they had to give up was a little food, and they could even get flints from selling the props.

When they are able to go out, he can even plunder food from them!

Therefore, keeping these people alive would greatly benefit Ye Yan's shelter construction.

A shelter cannot possibly house only a few people.

Of course, Ye Yan wouldn't show any mercy to those who caused trouble.

labor force?

There will be as many as you want in the apocalypse!

"Alright, let's begin!"

Ye Yan had already walked to the front of the pile of materials. He stood there, with neatly stacked timber in front of him and a crowd of onlookers behind him.

They were very curious.

What does Ye Yan want them to do by moving these things?

The so-called arrow tower doesn't need so many materials, does it?

Furthermore, these timbers were piled up at the very edge of the entire residential area.

Flint was placed in each of the locations.

They dared not steal.

Because all the thieves are dead.

He died beneath the arrow tower.

call!

The sacred flame ignited between his fingers.

It wasn't the explosive, short burst of arrow tower construction.

Instead, it was a longer, more steady flame, like a river that started from his palm and spread along the wood on the ground.

One piece of wood caught fire, and then another stake caught fire.

The trail of fire extended along the inner side of the community wall, segment by segment, like someone drawing a golden line stroke by stroke in the dark.

People held their breath.

Dozens of eyes followed the flame.

It turns north, then extends east, bypassing the corner of Building 7, passing through the narrow alley between Buildings 5 ​​and 6, and moving forward without stopping.

Until they come together.

boom!

Golden flames shot up simultaneously from the entire line, connecting to form a complete, closed loop.

A wall of fire burned fiercely along the inner side of the entire residential compound's perimeter wall.

"This, this..."

Some people's legs gave way and they sat down directly on the snow.

"Yes, it's a miracle."

Some people left their mouths open and didn't even realize that cold air was blowing in.

Some people instinctively took two steps back, then three steps forward, trying to get a better look.

No one speaks.

It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's that I don't know what to say.

A wall of fire appeared on the snow where the temperature was minus fifty or sixty degrees Celsius!

This is incredible!

Those people went through countless words in their minds, but in the end they could only come up with one word: "Awesome!"

I don't know who first let out a low sob, which sounded like both crying and laughing.

"From now on—will those wolves no longer be able to get in?"

Ye Yan stood directly in front of the flames, golden light reflecting on his face, his expression indifferent.

"Can't get in."

"Can't we get back in?"

"We can never get back in."

The person squatted down, covered their face, and their shoulders trembled.

The kind of crying that is silent.

The person standing next to him glanced at him, seemed to want to say something, opened his mouth, and his eyes also reddened.

No one laughed at him.

After so many days, I can finally stop being afraid.

The firelight shone brightly, illuminating frozen faces, reddened eyes, and those who had just come out of the building, hesitating whether to approach.

消息传遍了每一栋楼。3栋、5栋、6栋、7栋、8栋、9栋、10栋。

Some people opened their windows and looked down, some wrapped themselves in blankets and ran to the stairwell to look out, and some looked down from the rooftop at the winding line of fire.

It was golden and shone so brightly in the darkness that it seemed unreal.

The messages in the group chat started going crazy.

"Firewalls! Really firewalls! Firewalls surrounding the entire neighborhood!"

"I just saw wolves! Those few outside the wall! They didn't dare come closer! They ran away with their tails between their legs!"

"Are we safe?"

"Long live Lord Ye!"

"Long live Lord Ye!"

The messages are scrolling so fast, my phone is lagging.

In room 404, Qi Rushuang stood by the window, looking at the burning wall outside, and her lips twitched slightly.

A mix of emotions—gratification, worry, admiration, and unease—was stirred within me.

"Xiao Yan, you've moved too fast."

She spoke softly to the empty room.

Ye Yan was not there, nor was Le Wuyou. Only the sacred flame burned quietly in the center of the room, its golden light casting her shadow on the wall.

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