The rebels screamed and fled the apartment building.

Birmingham Avenue is back to silence.

The night was dark.

Due to its disrepair, the gas output is unstable, so the flickering street lamps reflect the silhouette of the corpse hanging on it.

The dim light shone on the doll that Zhang Huaisheng had just left behind, and the only remaining button-shaped pupils flickered with a faint light.

The atmosphere was even more terrifying.

Zhang Huaisheng can still only observe his surroundings through that narrow perspective in the dimensional space.

Zhang Huaisheng knew that this was because the group had not yet run far, and they might have been peeking from a distance on the corner of the street.

So he didn't show up rashly, but still maintained his ability.

Although he will consume more spirit because of this, there is also a steady stream of "fear" from the rebel army, feeding him back the consumed spirit.

He roughly estimated that if the fear in the hearts of the unlucky people didn't continue to fade, he could maintain his abilities for up to two hours.

Well, just consume it.

Zhang Huaisheng was not in a hurry, he was so far away, he could completely return to the apartment building in a flash form by disabling the ability and turning it on again.

That would give you another wave of fear.

But this is certainly risky, and the Gaelic are also known as "Highlanders" because they mostly live in the mountains of northern Scotland.

Many Gaelic people made a living by fishing and hunting, so the god of hunting was their pan-believe, which meant that the Gaelic were generally good marksmanship.

So he didn't want to bet.

The gaze is drawn back into dimensional space.

It should be very expansive, and the reason why it feels cramped is because it is surrounded by a film that feels very elastic to the touch.

This film has a dark red color, so it is difficult to see through it to the outside world.

But faintly some vague outlines can be seen.

Zhang Huaisheng wanted to test whether the film could be punctured, but he realized that if the film was punctured, he might fall into a situation where there was no oxygen or extreme temperatures.

Is this film protecting or restricting him?

He felt that the former was more likely.

It is recorded in the book that the transcendent path must not be tried blindly, and an example of accidentally losing one's life is not uncommon for those who write books, which are generally wild paths.

After a while, he still didn't show up.

Zhang Huaisheng felt that his patience was about to be exhausted, and this group of people was really tenacious.

That's right, if this pile of grain is lost, according to what they say, they will definitely have to bear the responsibility above, and maybe their lives will be lost.

Oops, they're not going to make it until dawn, are they?

...

A group of people huddled around the corner, looking nervously.

"Boss."

"What for?"

"I'm scared. The leaders executed so many people on this street, and their bodies are still hanging on street lamps. ”

When he said this, the officer also felt a furry in his heart.

As one of the rarer believers in the god of steam among the Gaeles, he was a staunch no-ghostist, but he couldn't believe what had just happened.

"Why don't we run, what if the ghost catches up?"

Someone muttered quietly.

"Idiot, how can I explain to the top if I lost this batch of grain?"

The man stubbornly said, "Chief, I didn't say that we won't come back if we leave, let's get out of here first, and then turn back when it's almost dawn." ”

The officer frowned and scolded: "Do you know that this batch of grain is now thrown on the black market, and it can be sold for at least five thousand pounds, think about it, five thousand pounds are piled up on the street like this, can you rest assured?" ”

The man was scolded by the officer so much that he couldn't raise his head, so he had to reply: "Boss, I didn't think it through." ”

So the group stared at the carriage in front of the apartment building not far away.

But the horse was not a dead thing, and without anyone to take care of it, it began to pace back and forth, and after a while, it actually took small steps, pulling a cartload of grain forward.

A bunch of people were dumbfounded.

The officer was so angry that he jumped to his feet and scolded: "What are you doing in a daze, don't chase quickly!" ”

Although he scolded like this, no one moved, including the officer himself.

The atmosphere fell into a kind of awkwardness.

After a while, when the carriage was about to leave Birmingham Boulevard, someone said, "Chief, let's take a detour and go ahead and intercept it." ”

The officer coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, and said, "It's okay, as for the grain that was moved to the door of the building, it's okay for us to wait until dawn to get it." ”

The group retreated.

In front of the empty apartment building, Zhang Huaisheng finally appeared.

Since he couldn't see where the rebels had gone, he rushed into the apartment building with a single arrow, so fast that from the perspective of others, he could only catch a trace of afterimage.

Only then did he realize that as he became an extraordinary, his physical strength was much stronger than before.

Before you know the original owner, Tiantian was drunk.

After taking over this body, he could only eat potato sets every day, and the bread and jam had already been eaten, and now he even had a luxury to eat pickled cucumbers.

In this situation, his physical fitness has improved, and if it is not for the transcendental, he must not believe it.

Human beings always have to follow the conservation of energy, just eat potatoes and rub their strength, how is that possible?

After rushing into the corridor, Zhang Huaisheng subconsciously looked at the grain carried by the rebels before, and puffed up several large bags, each of which was estimated to be hundreds of pounds.

Without the slightest hesitation, he picked up a bag and ran upstairs.

ran all the way back to his room, and Zhang Huaisheng didn't breathe at all.

Closing the door, Zhang Huaisheng couldn't wait to open the bag, but when he opened it, he immediately stood on the spot.

I saw that the sack was full of round potatoes.

For a while, he had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

But when he calmed down, he realized that this was the best option.

As long as the potatoes are stored in a cool, dry place, the shelf life can be as long as about a month.

Zhang Huaisheng licked his lips and said bitterly: "Fortunately, it's not meat, if it's meat, such a big bag, I can only hurry up and eat it within three days." ”

After saying that, he felt even more sad.

"If you can do that, it would be so cool."

"Moreover, the excess meat can also go to the salt storage tank at home opposite, take the salt back and marinate it, and then cook a pot of potato stew, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

Zhang Huaisheng swore that he had never had a moment of craving meat as he did now.

But he also knew that among the few bags of grain scattered on the ground, the possibility of meat was very small, at most a bag of flour.

"But flour is also made, and you have to change the taste."

Zhang Huaisheng made up his mind, and planned to go down and pick up another bag of flour to carry it, and in the kitchen in the opposite room, there was still a little butter to take away, and he borrowed the gas stove again—he had already begun to think about the method of bread.