Extreme Cold Apocalypse: My Shelter is Full of Beautiful Women

"So, where's the food?"

"Na"

Le Wuyou opened the guest room, which was piled full of things.

Cases of bottled water, compressed biscuits, canned goods, instant noodles, self-heating rice, and even several cases of canned fruit and chocolate.

The large barrels in the corner smelled like cooking oil and soy sauce.

"I've stockpiled enough for more than half a year."

Le Wuyou was somewhat frustrated, inwardly blaming her cousin for not explaining things clearly.

"I thought we could get through this, but who knew the weather would be this ridiculous."

She paused, then added:

"I've prepared underfloor heating, a generator, and radiators. But as you can see, they're completely useless."

Ye Yan nodded thoughtfully.

"Let's go, let's talk at my place." Ye Yan picked up a box of canned meat, turned around and walked out of the room.

"ha!"

Le Wuyou was puzzled, and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.

Why would I go back to your place?!

Despite her doubts, she followed Ye Yan, clutching the instant noodles.

After all, if Ye Yan wanted to harm her, he could do it now; why go through all that trouble?

You know, with that much snow outside, it's impossible for the police to respond.

This is why those two dared to attack me in broad daylight.

However, she was quite dissatisfied with Ye Yan's attitude of not saying anything.

It's freezing cold everywhere.

However, as soon as Le Wuyou stepped through the door, she froze.

A warm current wafted over me, as if someone had lit countless small suns in the room.

"This...how is this possible?"

She reached out her hand in disbelief, feeling the temperature in the air.

It wasn't the dry heat emanating from a radiator, nor the burnt-smelling warm air from an electric heater.

Rather, it's a kind of... how should I put it?

It feels like the spring sunshine on your skin—warm, comfortable, and with an indescribable gentleness.

"Thirty degrees, at least thirty degrees!"

Le Wuyou was so excited that his voice changed tone, and his face was full of joy.

"What kind of equipment do you have? How do you do that?"

It's worth noting that she also purchased a lot of heating equipment.

However, in extremely cold conditions, these devices can only raise the temperature by a dozen degrees. At minus fifty degrees, raising the temperature by a dozen degrees still results in minus twenty or thirty degrees!

That's not a place for a human to live.

Not to mention, her heating equipment was completely destroyed the moment the power went out.

As for the generator?

Don't even mention it, the oil she bought won't last more than a few days.

She thought for a moment and decided to only generate electricity when all other options were completely exhausted.

After all, generators are very loud. If a young woman were to generate electricity at home, wouldn't that be like telling a group of people who are huddled at home and about to freeze to death?

Come quick.

There is electricity here.

At that point, her home might no longer be her home.

In the apocalypse, sometimes the most dangerous thing is not the extreme cold of minus fifty degrees Celsius, but people!

Therefore, when Le Wuyou learned that Ye Yan's house could maintain such a temperature, he was extremely shocked and incredulous.

She rushed to the wall, searching for any trace of heating equipment.

There were no radiators, no floor heating switches, no electric heaters, nothing at all.

Finally, the moment she looked up, she collided with that blazing flame.

Floating in mid-air, it does not ignite the surrounding houses, but only provides warmth.

In an instant, Le Wuyou understood everything.

Is this the source of heating?

"So you really are a Sequence Awakener too?" Le Wuyou suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Ye Yan.

"What sequence have you awakened?"

"The same to you?"

Ye Yan leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and squinted slightly.

Le Wuyou bit her lip, her mind racing.

She remembered the flame from earlier, the flame that could burn corpses and refine flint.

That was definitely not an ordinary fire. How could an ordinary fire burn so fiercely in the freezing cold of fifty degrees Celsius? How could it burn a person to ashes in an instant?

"That's right"

Le Wuyou met his gaze and nodded.

"I am an awakened one of the spatial pathway sequence!"

She patted her chest, and a smug look finally appeared on her small, round face.

"I can create a small, separate space, about... ten cubic meters. It will be filled with supplies."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and made a gesture in the air.

A tiny crack appeared in the air, as if someone had cut a hole in transparent glass.

The crack widened rapidly, revealing a dark space inside.

Seeing this, I was somewhat surprised; she was indeed an Awakened One.

However, Ye Yan did not expect that it was actually an awakener of the spatial pathway sequence.

Ye Yan leaned closer for a look.

The room was full of food, but unfortunately, gasoline made up most of it.

For Ye Yan, who holds the Sanctuary Sequence and whose core is the Sacred Flame, gasoline is of no use at all.

His sacred flame is not only fuel and energy, but also provides heat.

But Ye Yan was interested in her spatial sequence.

It's important to understand that the fact that spatial sequences are a major cheat code for protagonists in post-apocalyptic novels is no joke.

The ability to store large quantities of food and make it easy to carry is already a significant advantage when collecting food.

Undoubtedly a mobile warehouse.

They are an excellent teammate choice, and can be sent out to dig for food under the ice.

It's just a bit small.

But Ye Yan guessed that it should be possible to upgrade.

Just like his sanctuary.

"Your sequence... is fire?" Le Wuyou asked cautiously.

Ye Yan finally spoke:

I guess so.

"So the temperature in this room..."

Le Wuyou looked around.

"Is it your ability to sustain it?"

Ye Yan shrugged noncommittally.

"That's right, if I die, everything here will disappear."

Upon hearing this, Le Wuyou instantly understood what Ye Yan wanted to express.

The warmth of this room was created by his abilities.

If Ye Yan doesn't want to freeze to death, he can't die.

Therefore, Ye Yan is not afraid of being betrayed at all.

Without him, the people in the shelter would have faced another apocalyptic cold.

In addition, no one could kill Ye Yan in the shelter.

After all, the Olympic flame is more than just a tool for keeping warm.

"what!"

Having understood this, and enjoying the long-lost warmth, Le Wuyou plopped down on the sofa, sinking into the soft cushions and letting out a satisfied sigh.

She had never felt that thirty degrees was so wonderful.

"I'm not leaving," she said.

That's absolutely fantastic.

What kind of life did she live before?!

Even when covered with a quilt and hugged tightly in the extreme cold, the warmth you get is less than one-tenth of what you get here.

"What?"

I said, I'm not leaving.

"I want to live here."

"Oh, right."

Le Wuyou raised her head, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Ye Yan.

"If you kill me, you won't get anything. Only I can open my space, and only I can take out the supplies inside. If I die, those things will be trapped in that alternate dimension forever, and no one can get them."

She paused, observing Ye Yan's expression.

"But if you take me in, I can provide you with food. Two portions, two portions a day, no problem."

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