Soon two days passed, and the attacks of the Sinking Demon became less and less, and the gray fog in the sky was slowly fading, although the lightening was small, but it was enough to lift people's spirits.

Everything seems to be going in a good direction. There are also more and more survivors in the camp, and the playground, open space, and lawn of Nuoda Xincheng Park and Jiangcheng University are full of survivors. The entire Jiangcheng alone has a permanent population of more than 3 million, which is quite a huge number if you include the floating population.

And for every meteorite that fell, there were only less than 10,000 Sinking Demons, and only a dozen meteorites fell in the entire Jiangcheng. So the number of survivors is huge, and the population of the camp is exploding every day.

However, in the large and chaotic camp, there has been no large-scale riots and riots, partly because there are troops stationed to maintain order, but more importantly, every ordinary person can see the hope that every day is getting better.

Human beings are such strange creatures, no matter what kind of disaster they are in, as long as they can see hope, they will definitely have the courage to persevere.

Zhuang Yichen's home was also arranged with 7 survivors, and the small space was suddenly crowded. In order not to attract their attention, he also went with the survivors every day to receive rations of food and water.

But the current food supply is still a little tight, so he has to go out every day and sneak out of the space to add his own food to a meal. Fortunately, Zhuang Yichen didn't have any eye-catching visions when he was cultivating, so in the past two days, except for eating and looking at the situation outside, he was cultivating all the time.

However, it was a pity that after the first day of adaptation, his cultivation speed gradually slowed down. After two days of cultivation, he still couldn't learn any other magic. After thinking carefully for a long time, Zhuang Yichen decided to go outside and take a risk.

Although the situation in the outside world is getting better little by little, this disaster will certainly not end so simply. In any case, it is not a bad thing to make yourself strong and have enough self-protection in these troubled times.

After these days of observation, Zhuang Yichen already has a very thorough understanding of the Sinking Demon. They are two or three times faster and more powerful than an adult. Bloodthirsty and brutal, and at the same time very timid and afraid of death. As long as there are too many dead companions, they will scatter in a hurry.

Zhuang Yichen felt that with his strengthened body, as long as he didn't encounter elite Sinking Demons, or groups of ordinary Sinking Demons, he would not have the power to fight!

After making a plan, Zhuang Yichen prepared his things, and prepared to quietly cross the army's defense line at night and meet the opportunity outside the city.

Soon night came, and under the cover of gray fog, the night seemed extraordinarily dark. In the darkness of the night, Zhuang Yichen quietly slipped out of the door. With the ability to see at night, he easily dodged the military's guard tower equipped with infrared night vision devices, and quietly touched a small alley behind the building.

At the end of the alley was a wall about two meters high, Zhuang Yichen took a few steps back, and then jumped onto the wall with a dash. Sitting on the wall and checking his surroundings, he jumped lightly.

Behind the wall was the backyard of a hotel, and because it was next to the protective ring, the survivors of the hotel were the first to enter the military garrison. The entire hotel was empty, and Zhuang Yichen entered the back kitchen of the hotel through the small door in the backyard.

All the food in the kitchen had been emptied, and he found a rest room for the staff on duty in the back kitchen, and moved in. It seems that the survivors here were in a hurry, and everything in the room was as usual, even the quilts were neatly folded.

Zhuang Yichen sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice every night. It was night, and although Zhuang Yichen's eyes strengthened by the Tower of the Dead could see in the night, they could not see as clearly as they did during the day. It's always right to sail carefully on a 10,000-year-old ship.

There was no word all night, and it wasn't until the next day, when the sky was bright, that Zhuang Yichen woke up leisurely from his cultivation. He took out the alcohol pot from the space and cooked some rice cakes for himself. The boiled rice cakes became very soft, and many of them had rotted in the pot, so the taste was naturally not very good.

But the hungry Zhuang Yichen didn't care so much, and ate the rice cakes in the pot in a few bites, and didn't even waste a little of the soup for cooking the rice cakes, and drank them all into his stomach. Touching his well-fed stomach, Zhuang Yichen savored the faint fragrance of glutinous rice in his mouth while starting his journey to find the lonely Sinking Demon.

An hour later, Zhuang Yichen had reached a block farther away from the military station. Turning the street, he suddenly heard the faint sound of gunfire coming from a distance.

Zhuang Yichen was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly rushed to the place where the gun rang out. A few minutes later, he stopped at a street corner and cautiously poked out half of his head to look forward.

In front of them, a small group of Fallen Demons were frantically smashing the gate of a police station, a four-story independent building, the gate was blocked inside, and several police officers upstairs were holding pistols and shooting at the Fallen Demon below.

Zhuang Yichen counted carefully, there were twelve of them in this group of Sinking Demons, all of them were ordinary Sinking Demons holding wooden sticks. The door was sealed very strongly, and these Sinking Demons didn't gain anything after smashing them for a long time, but the bullets that kept spraying from the window kept adding wounds to their bodies.

The policemen who shot from the window knew very well that it was better to cut off one of the enemy's fingers than to hurt them. They stared intently at a Sinking Demon firing hard. Although each bullet only caused some skin wounds, the quantity changed to the qualitative change, and from the moment they began to attack the police station, the demon of destruction was constantly being shot. At this time, in Zhuang Yichen's sight, it was already covered in blood, and while constantly waving a big wooden stick to smash the door of the police station, it yelled at the window upstairs in a violent manner, looking embarrassed.

After a few more moments, the wounds on the Sinking Demon increased. And there were several bullets that had been left deep in its body through the wounds that already existed on its body. It roared in pain and ran away reluctantly.

The rest of the Fallen Demons suddenly fell into an even more embarrassing situation, and they slammed the door hard, venting all their anger on the door. Zhuang Yichen looked at this scene, and his heart suddenly understood. As long as the gate is not breached, this group of Sinking Demons will not pose any threat to the people upstairs, or it won't be long before this group of Sinking Demons will retreat.

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