The Witch of Social Phobia at Doomsday

After kicking awake those who had just fallen asleep after eating, Chang Jieming was the first to pick up a large bag of biscuits and run outside.

Although the other security guards were not clear about the situation, they saw that the familiar Lao He and Xiao Chen disappeared, and when they returned from searching deep into the cave, two more people were missing. In addition, the team leader Chang Jieming seemed to be scared out of his wits. Everyone knew that something serious had happened.

Regardless of whether they were really drunk or pretending to be drunk, all the remaining people quickly took their supplies and fled the cave.

"Captain, where are we going?"

Someone asked this on the way.

Chang Jieming paused, looked at the tourist area in the distance that was divided by the landslide, and said, "We are near the villa on the other side of the parking lot."

He glanced at the direction of the cave again, still feeling apprehensive: "Go! Go!"

Fortunately, the heavy rain stopped, otherwise we would have suffered a lot of losses by transporting supplies in the rain.

However, because the heavy rain had stopped, Chang Jieming was very worried that the monsters in the cave would chase him out.

He had brought people to this cave several times before, and nothing had happened.

How can there be such a big spider?!

……

"Fox, why hasn't the old wolf come yet?"

In the villa area, Brother Long pinched the socialite next to him and ate fresh grapes. He turned around and asked, "If he doesn't come again, he won't be able to enjoy it this well."

The fox's expression turned serious. "That's true, but the rainstorm has stopped, and the old wolf hasn't come yet. It's a bit strange."

"I just checked. The area that was destroyed by the mudslide has been washed away by the subsequent rain. As long as we walk a little higher, we will be able to get over it."

At this time, another person said: "Is something wrong with Lao Lang?"

Brother Long immediately stood up: "No, I have to go and take a look."

Lao Lang is his half-brother. The two have a very close relationship. From childhood to adulthood, they have enjoyed happiness together and fought together, and they have never missed a beat.

The fox said, "Brother Long, don't worry. Maybe the old wolf is here, but our cell phones have no signal, so he won't be able to find us for a while. Let's leave some clues for him first. If we can't find him, we can go look for him later."

Brother Long breathed a sigh of relief: "You're right, the tourist area is so big, and it was hit by a mudslide, so it's really not easy to find it."

"Fox, please make some arrangements, start the music, and let's continue the party!"

"..."

The fox went out.

He first went to the villa where he used to live and left a note. If the old wolf came, he would be able to find them by seeing the note.

After doing this, he began searching along the area affected by the mudslide.

If the old wolf comes over, he might leave some traces in the mud.

Soon, he found traces of someone walking through the muddy area, but the traces were heading to the opposite side, so it was obviously not the old wolf.

After walking for a while, the fox saw an arm sticking out from the mud.

There is a familiar tattoo on his arm.

It was a little blurry from a distance, so he ventured closer and got a clearer view.

There is a wolf head on this arm.

It’s their brother Lao Lang!

Old Wolf is dead!

Chapter 21 Strengthen Your Trump Cards

2023-11-02

Su Miao returned to the villa.

After taking the medicine, Xia Xiaoan's breathing became much steadier. I hope the viral flu will be gone after she wakes up.

It was temporarily safe outside, so Su Miao returned to the living room on the first floor and began to practice drawing and stabbing the sword.

Two hours later, Su Miao finished practicing sword drawing and sword stabbing.

The heavy rain outside had stopped. Considering the conflict between the tourists in the villa area and the restaurant staff mentioned in the WeChat group earlier, the conflict between the two sides was bound to escalate, and someone might even risk coming to her villa to search.

After all, if a seriously injured old man can climb out of the mudslide, there will be no problem for a healthy person to come here.

Assuming this is a doomsday game, then in the absence of the threat of a shrinking circle, searching every villa in order to collect resources will become a habit for every player here.

Except for a few people like her who have no shortage of resources and like to find a place to wait.

In this way, it was inevitable that she and Xia Xiaoan would be discovered.

Su Miao had seen how bad the previous waves of people who came knocking on the door were.

Later, someone who has been hungry for a longer time comes knocking on the door, and you don’t have to think about what to do.

In this situation, relying solely on bows, crossbows, and umbrella swords may not be enough to protect yourself.

The only trump card left to protect myself is magic.

Although she knows very little magic, you can try to enhance it just in case.

Su Miao spread out his hands, and a small red fireball appeared in his palms.

In a moment, small fireballs appeared one after another.

In a blink of an eye, ten small fireballs gathered.

This is the solution I came up with when moving the old man.

Condensing multiple small fireballs at once and throwing them at the target should cause considerable damage, right?

"dissipate."

It may not feel safe enough.

Su Miao dispersed the small fireball that had condensed.

When I was reading a book before, I saw the contrast between the color and temperature of flames.

Red and orange flames, 3000 degrees.

Yellow and white flames, 4000 degrees.

Cyan and blue flames, 5000~6000 degrees.

Purple flame, over 7000 degrees.

If she continued to input magic power into the condensed fireball to compress it, could she change the color of the flame and thus increase the temperature of the flame?

In this way, no matter how small the fireball she condenses is, the lethality can be guaranteed.

Thinking of this, Su Miao began to try.

She stretched out her right hand, and a small red fireball condensed in front of her palm.

With the continuous input and compression of magic power, the color of the small fireball gradually changed to yellow, white, cyan, and light blue...

"Really!"

Su Miao's eyes lit up.

But when she wanted to continue inputting magic power, she felt an inexplicable pressure, as if she could no longer control the little fireball.

To make matters worse, she felt dizzy.

This should be a sign that the magic power is about to run out.

"dissipate!"

Su Miao immediately dispersed the light blue fireball.

She sat in a chair and drank a whole bottle of mineral water.

She hopes that the rest of the time can be spent peacefully. She just wants to live well in the apocalypse.

……

"Brother Long, Lao Lang died tragically!"

In the villa area, several people looked at the corpses in front of them that were swollen by the rain with ferocious expressions.

We agreed to go on vacation together, but who would have thought that before we could enjoy ourselves, our brother would be killed.

"Fox, have you checked? How did my brother die?" Brother Long asked, "I want to know who the murderer is. Once I catch him, I'll skin him alive and torture him to death!"

"I checked. Old Wolf was shot to death with a crossbow."

The fox took out a crossbow and said, "Brother Long, I found a few more bodies later. They were all killed by crossbows. There are masters on the other side."

Brother Long gnashed his teeth and said, "Master? Fine! The one I, Brother Long, want to kill is the master!"

Fox said, "Brother Long, these corpses were all killed with one shot. The crossbows hit all the vital points. This is a ruthless person."

"I suggest you go over there at night, find him and kill him."

Brother Long said, "No, let's go there during the day. I'm afraid it will rain again at night and we won't be able to get through."

He looked fiercely at the opposite side of the mudslide, wishing he could go over and find the person to kill right now.

……

Over at the ruins of the restaurant, everyone was waiting for food around a few large pots that had been salvaged.

Now, no matter what the food is, anything edible is thrown into this big pot, and then added with rainwater filtered through clean clothes, it is cooked into a pot of paste, which is everyone's food.

After many consecutive battles, they suffered heavy casualties and their morale was very low.

"Brother Fei, I found Chang Jieming's security guards!"

A thin, middle-aged man ran over and said, "They're hiding over there in the parking lot."

Fei Chengqiang stood up suddenly, his face bulging with anger: "Wait until night, and take back all our food!"

……

In the evening, the sky gradually darkened.

The drizzle of rain began to fall again, and in less than fifteen minutes, it turned into a heavy downpour.

Su Miao came to the kitchen to cook.

Because Xia Xiaoan was sick, I prepared some porridge for her.

As for herself, she took out a plate of stir-fried chicken rice and heated it in the microwave.

Wait, the microwave is out of power.

When Su Miao turned around, she found that the power in the villa had gone out.

Fortunately, there was still some natural gas, which was enough to cook porridge for Xia Xiaoan.

Su Miao lit a candle and placed it aside.

After heating the porridge, Su Miao poured the stir-fried chicken rice into the pot and stir-fried it.

Just by doing this, the flavor of the stir-fried chicken rice has become a little worse, but the impact is not big, it is still dark and fragrant.

"Xiao An, it's time for porridge."

Su Miao brought the hot fish porridge to Xia Xiaoan's room.

I added a little more ginger to the fish porridge this time, hoping she will get better soon after eating it.

……

In the villa on the other side.

Old Song, who had escaped death, suddenly opened his eyes.

Although he was in the unfamiliar darkness, he could feel that the bed beneath him was very comfortable.

"I'm alive."

Old Song reluctantly reached out his hand and touched his body.

The clothes are dry.

The wounds were all gone.