Extreme Cold Apocalypse: My Shelter is Full of Beautiful Women

"What... what is this?"

At this moment, Le Wuyou, who had just finished vomiting, slowly approached and looked at the flint in Ye Yan's hand with curiosity in his eyes.

Didn't Ye Yan just put this stone away?

Why is it appearing again?

And what was that ball of fire all about?

Why does the corpse disappear as soon as I touch it, and this stone appears instead?

Upon closer reflection, why didn't the fire ignite other flammable materials?

Is this his sequence ability?

"nice one."

Ye Yan put away the flint, his excitement still lingering in his eyes, and turned to look at Le Wuyou.

"Where's your food?"

Le Wuyou stiffened slightly at his question.

She was still reeling from the shock of the flames burning the corpse and hadn't fully recovered.

"I didn't save you out of kindness."

Ye Yan narrowed his eyes, exuding an astonishing sense of oppression.

Especially considering that so many people were just killed.

"I know."

Le Wuyou lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly.

Of course she knew.

Even if they had some connection before the apocalypse, it wasn't enough to get a more familiar stranger to lend a helping hand.

It's a good relationship if you don't stab someone in the back.

Therefore, it was only after witnessing Ye Yan's ruthless actions that Le Wuyou mustered the courage to kill.

Of course, half of this was to vent my anger.

The feeling of killing is really awful.

In this extremely cold and apocalyptic world, no one will be kind to another person for no reason.

Ye Yan's ability to open the door and make a move is already an immense blessing.

Le Wuyou took a deep breath and shakily pulled something out of the pocket of her nightgown.

A bag of potato chips, two energy bars, three compressed biscuits, and a small bag of nuts.

Ye Yan raised an eyebrow as he looked at the small pile of snacks.

"That's all?"

"No, that's not it!"

Le Wuyou quickly shook his head.

"I have many more in my room! These are just the ones I carry with me, in case... in case I can't get back."

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Ye Yan, then quickly lowered her eyes again.

"lead the way."

Ye Yan said briefly.

Le Wuyou's room is on the second floor, which is the sixth floor.

Ye Yan followed her down the stairs and noticed that her walking posture was a little awkward.

The fluffy slippers were clearly not a good fit, and she was practically walking on tiptoe, afraid of making too much noise.

The temperature in the hallway was much lower than in Ye Yan's room; every breath felt like swallowing knives.

1. The thin nightgown of Le Wuyou couldn't keep out the cold wind at all.

She curled up into a ball, and the sound of her teeth chattering was particularly clear in the quiet hallway.

"This is it." Le Wuyou shakily pulled out a key and struggled to insert it into the lock.

The door opened.

Ye Yan sensed something was wrong the moment he took his first step inside.

The room has radiators, underfloor heating switches, and even a small generator in the corner.

But all the equipment was turned off at the moment, and the whole room was as cold as an icebox, no different from the outside.

Le Wuyou clearly noticed Ye Yan's gaze as well, and she explained with a wry smile:

"It's useless... These devices are just decorations in the face of minus fifty degrees Celsius."

She walked to the wall and turned on the heater.

The radiator made a humming sound as it started to run.

But after waiting for a full five minutes, Ye Yan brought his hand over and felt only a faint warmth, almost negligible.

"Even at the highest setting, it can only raise the room temperature by two or three degrees."

Le Wuyou sighed.

"Besides, that little bit of heat gets swallowed up by the cold air before it can even dissipate. And the generator burns oil like it's drinking water; my little bit of reserves won't last more than a few days."

Ye Yan looked around.

The room wasn't big, but it was very tidy.

There were more than a dozen cardboard boxes piled up in the corner, some of them open, revealing canned goods, instant noodles and mineral water inside.

A map of the neighborhood was posted on the wall, with several locations marked in red.

There was an open notebook on the bedside table, filled with dense writing.

"You've prepared quite well," Ye Yan said meaningfully.

To know.

This blizzard came without any warning.

But this girl's idea wasn't just about storing food; what's even more outrageous is that she even thought about keeping warm.

That's just a very naive idea.

In the extreme cold, everything seems so ridiculous.

Of course, with careful consideration, it's possible to take proper measures to keep warm.

This shows that the girl didn't have much time to prepare when she learned about Blizzard.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about." Le Wuyou's eyes darted around, like a frightened fawn, not daring to meet Ye Yan's gaze.

"Oh, really?" Ye Yan's lips curled up, revealing a slightly playful smile.

He approached Le Wuyou step by step, his footsteps sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

"We are now accomplices."

"What...what do you want to do?"

Le Wuyou's voice trembled slightly as she backed away.

A snap.

Eventually, she was cornered against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

"What do you want to do?"

Ye Yan's gaze swept over Le Wuyou, sizing him up from head to toe.

"She's a bit small, but she has a good figure."

"I, I." Le Wuyou covered her chest with both hands, her eyes filled with tears. She looked pitiful, completely unlike her previous ruthless self.

"I'm not a kid anymore!"

"Is that so?" Ye Yan deliberately dragged out the tone, his eyes full of mockery.

"let me see."

As he spoke, Ye Yan leaned forward again.

"Ah!" Le Wuyou shouted, as if making a final struggle and compromise.

"Anyway, you know it was Lin Fan who told me."

Ye Yan's lips curled into a half-smile, revealing a half-smile. "You all knew in advance, so it seems."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

Le Wuyou was panting heavily, her face flushed, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

She felt as if she had just escaped from one scoundrel, only to fall into the clutches of another.

"That's right, you saw the message in the group chat, didn't you!"

"I'm annoyed," Le Wuyou said, pouting and looking displeased.

"Considering that I'm Lin Fan's cousin, you probably already guessed it, right? Why are you asking this when you already know the answer?"

"Misunderstand."

Ye Yan quickly reached out, trying to help Le Wuyou, who was slumped on the ground, to get up.

"I was just confirming the information."

Le Wuyou slapped Ye Yan's outstretched hand away, pushed herself up, and kept muttering to herself:

"Hmph, I thought you were a gentle older brother before, but I didn't expect you to be such a bad guy."

Thank you for the compliment.

Ye Yan didn't care about other people's opinions. He had only been pretending before, and there was no need to pretend now.

However, Ye Yan did not expect that his previous disguise would actually bring him benefits.

For example, if Le Wuyou knew his true identity, she wouldn't have come to find him.