Some people will come to Liang Shuyu and them to rub the stove.

After all, there are very few people who have a stove here, and even fewer who have a stove that allows others to rub it a little.

Wei Youqi and the others did not stop this kind of behavior in the first place, so Liang Shuyu also continued, as long as these people did not move their stoves, they would not stop it.

"It seems to be getting a little colder." Du Yao leaned towards Liang Shuyu again.

In the quilt, Liang Shuyu grabbed her shoulders and squeezed a little closer to Luo Junxuan, so that there was less gap between the three of them, so as to keep warm.

"It's too late to be afraid, I can send you back."

"Don't, don't." Du Yao hurriedly shook his head, "I'm going to keep vigil here to catch fish, so I don't want to go back." ”

"Haha, this kid is so well-behaved." A man rubbing the fire next to him said.

Du Yao smiled at him.

Liang Shuyu and the others did not talk.

The man stopped talking, and continued to wrap himself in the quilt with his companions, looking at their positions and fishing nets.

Time flies.

It's getting colder and colder, especially living by water, even if the stove is lit, even if a few people hug each other, it's so cold that the hands and feet are cold and stiff.

Du Yao shrank into Liang Shuyu's arms again.

Liang Shuyu put her hands and feet into his coat, but even so, it was still difficult to warm up.

Firewood was added twice during the night.

Sure enough, the floor was frozen in the wee hours of the morning, and the temperature reached below zero.

The other side.

Xiaoling and her organization have a total of 7 people, but unfortunately they didn't have any harvest yesterday, the only harvest was the fish she got back in the morning.

So at night, Xiao Ling still took a few of her subordinates to the 22nd floor to keep vigil.

Let's see if we can catch some fish.

It's just that Xiao Ling and the others have only gone down to the twentieth floor, and they heard some slight footsteps.

Judging from these slight and messy footsteps, there were at least dozens of people on the other side, and in order not to make too much movement, the other party deliberately lightened his pace.

Even reduce the friction of clothing as much as possible during walking to reduce movement.

The middle of the night is the coldest time, unless you go downstairs to catch fish, how can so many people go up?

Thinking of the tense atmosphere in the building, and the recent lobbying of the small groups in and out of the group, could it be that they want to do something on the 72nd floor?

I don't know how many people were planned for this operation, and how sure are these people?

Do you want to take the opportunity to fish in troubled waters?

After Xiao Ling thought quickly, she glanced at several of her subordinates, and several of them climbed out of the windows of the stairwell to avoid the group.

There was a rain platform outside the window, just enough for them to stand.

Living in this building, anything can be encountered, so they have long observed clues like this. In the stairwell, the fire door is closed and guarded at night, and this is the best place to take refuge.

However, as soon as they arrived outside, the cold wind was blowing almost close to the flesh, and several people couldn't help but tremble, and their hands and feet instantly became stiff.

Xiao Ling was unconscious, and listened carefully to the movements of this group of people.

The sound of subtle footsteps went up wave after wave, Xiao Ling and they were climbing outside the window, their hands were so stiff that they were about to go numb, and these people hadn't finished walking.

How many people are there?

After more than 100 breaths, there was finally no movement inside, but Xiao Ling did not rush in, listened for a while, and after making sure that there was no one, she took a few of her men to turn in.

The air in the hallways seemed to be warm.

"Grass, it's cold." One of his men cursed in a low voice.

"Sister Xiaoling, why are they all going up, are they going to ......?"

Xiaoling said, "I guess so. ”

"Okay, you're bold enough...... Didn't it mean that Zhao Zelong's group of people had hundreds of people, and no matter how many of them were, they couldn't make up a hundred. Even if you really get together a hundred people, can you compete with other professional security guards? ”

"Hmph." Xiao Ling snorted lightly.

"Hundreds? You will believe. Zhao Zelong's group, I am familiar with all the faces, and there are definitely no more than 30 people who have met him, could it be that the other 70 people have been hiding on the 72nd floor? ”

"yes, I had my doubts, too. But what has been circulating like this is still said by the locals. ”

One person reacted instantly: "...... I see, it's a bluff! ”

"It's not too stupid." Xiao Ling glanced at the subordinate and said.

"So what do we do now? Keep up and have a look? Catch a wave and take the sheep by the hand? ”

Xiaoling thought about it.

"That group of assemblers is not a good thing, if they really succeed in destroying Zhao Zelong's group, maybe the life in the building will be even more miserable. Let's go ahead and see. ”

Zhao Zelong is in power, at least he will not kill people casually, and he will also administer justice to some people who abide by the rules.

Although Zhao Zelong's methods are cruel and heinous, they do not hurt others indiscriminately.

But some people in the building are crazy and do anything without a bottom line. If these people really took control of the power and got Zhao Zelong's materials, others might really be exploited miserably.

"Okay, let's go!"

The subordinates listened to the order and hugged Xiaoling slowly upward.

Their steps are light, as unobtrusive as possible.

From the twentieth floor to the seventy-second floor, the leg strength of the fifty floors is very difficult even for the able-bodied. And the people in the building, so far, are all malnourished, so it must have taken at least more than an hour to climb the fifty floors.

Fortunately, climbing stairs is a sport, and it only makes you sweat from the heat, not stiff from the cold, otherwise the situation is even worse.

Xiaoling and they didn't move when they reached the 67th floor, because it was full of people and crowded with people, and there was no decoration near the 67th floor, it was all a rough room, so Xiao Ling and they hid in the corner of the rough room on the 67th floor to listen to the movement outside.

The night is late, and it is even colder above the tall buildings.

However, the movement outside was not cold, but full of blood and fierce enthusiasm.

Xiaoling and they didn't hide in the corner for a long time, they heard the sound of heavy objects hitting the door, and the screams of killing, such sounds lasted for a long time, and they had already started fighting.

The battle lasted for a long time, so long that Xiao Ling and they stayed there until their hands and feet were all stiff, and when the voice was a little quieter, Xiao Ling took a few of her subordinates and came out to check the situation.

Walking up the stairs, which were full of wounded people and corpses, from the 67th floor to the 72nd floor, it looked like a meat blanket made of a living person.

Tick.

It was the blood that flowed down the stairwell, solidified into red ice picks by the cold temperature, hanging on ladders, railings, windows, and under eaves.

Just like the tragedy of war.

It's about like war.

"Ah!!h

Just as Xiao Ling and the others were about to arrive on the 72nd floor, the screams of the women came from above, including the voice of Fu Yuru, which Xiao Ling was familiar with.

So Xiaoling knew that Zhao Zelong and them lost.

And their guess is also correct, Zhao Zelong's manpower is no more than 30 people at most.