After the catastrophe came, many rich people fled in a hurry, leaving a lot of supplies in the house that they didn't have time to take away, which is also the experience that Lance summed up after more than a year of wandering.

Lance withdrew the sword of Sohana, which had turned pitch black, and looked left and right, and after seeing that no alien beast had discovered his whereabouts, he flashed sideways and quietly entered the small building.

The whole process didn't make a sound.

It was noon, and although the sky was covered by a thick layer of haze, the windows and doors in the small building were reasonably designed, and the light was very good.

When you enter the house, you are greeted by a messy, slightly empty hall.

The walls that were supposed to be white had already left mottled marks after being left uncared for, and even on the wall on the left, there was a pool of blood that had long dried up and turned black, presumably after the owner left, someone died tragically here.

After tiptoeing through the messy halls, Lance found nothing but a few pieces of tattered furniture and an incomplete human skeleton that had been bitten away.

"I'm sure there have been survivors looking through this place for a long time. ”

He shook his head in disappointment, slapped the dust off his hands, and went upstairs to rummage through it.

After searching to no avail, Lance returned to the hall with some haze, and found a fairly intact chair and sat down.

From the rucksack he carried, he took out a small bag of dried beans that he had obtained not long ago on the corpse of a recently dead survivor, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

It has been a year since the Dark Ages came, and the search for food has become more and more difficult, and many animals and beasts in the wild have mutated into alien beasts, and they dare not eat them at all.

It was not easy for Lance to get his hands on this small bag of dried beans that had gone bad.

After eating only a handful with great cherishment, he put away the rest of the dried beans.

After a short rest, Lance quietly opened the door to the backyard of the house, which was supposed to be the family's garden, but now it was overgrown with weeds and deserted.

However, due to its tall walls, it has not been visited by alien beasts.

Lance stood inside the gate and looked at the "garden" with an area of dozens of square meters, when suddenly his eyes lit up and he found a well hidden by weeds on the edge of the fence.

After making sure that there was no danger in the garden, Lance walked to the well in three or two steps, poking his head out and looking down.

Luckily, the well was not polluted, except for a few scattered dead branches and leaves.

And next to the well, there is a fairly good wheel, barrels, ropes and other tools are also readily available.

Lance was overjoyed, tied the rope to the barrel, and shook the wheel to fetch water.

Although the wheel was still usable, the winch, which had not been maintained for a long time, made a sharp and piercing creak when Lance just shook it.

"Damn ......"

After Lance cursed secretly, he hurriedly stopped what he was doing.

Alien beasts have different abilities, some have a keen sense of hearing, some have a keen sense of smell, and some have a particularly strong sense of perception.

If you want to survive on a continent infested with alien beasts, you must remain quiet and not be discovered.

Although these low-level alien beasts can't pose any threat to the powerful Lance, it will be a big trouble if they cause a large number of alien beasts, as well as zombie-like humans who are infected.

Although the roller could no longer be used, the problem was not difficult for Lance at all.

He grabbed the rope and slowly sent the barrel down, slowly bringing up a bucket of clear, cold well water.

In this alien city, although Lance can't cook on the fire, he can use the clear and cold water to take a comfortable bath in this relatively safe house.

Yes, Lance hasn't bathed for a long time.

It's not that he doesn't want to wash, it's that he hasn't had the right opportunity to wash lately.

Imagine what kind of battle scene it would be if some ferocious alien beasts suddenly appeared from the shore while stripping naked and bathing in a wild river.

And in the river, many fish, snakes, frogs and other creatures that can live in the water did not survive this catastrophe.

After cleaning, Lance fetched another bucket of water and filled the water bladder before going to the second floor to find a shabby black cloak that the original owner had not taken away and put it on.

Just as Lance was about to go to the next place to search for food, there was a sudden sound of fighting and chasing in the street.

Lance hurriedly looked out through the broken windows on the second floor.

I saw more than twenty strange-looking alien insects, some of which looked like a combination of a giant cockroach and a praying mantis, chasing five ragged and fleeing humans.

There are four men and one woman, armed with long swords and big swords, and they all seem to be martial monks, but their strength is not very good, and they should only be in the beginner realm.

One of them, a middle-aged knife-wielding man in his fifties, limped to the back of the group with a painful face, and there was a lot of red blood on his clothes and trousers, apparently from the battle he had just experienced, resulting in a leg injury.

Although he was still trying to catch up, he was getting farther and farther away from the four people in front of him, and he was about to be caught up by these alien beasts that were not very fast.

At this moment, the only woman in the team had already noticed that the middle-aged man had fallen behind, and she hurriedly stopped and was about to go back to help him.

"Uncle Rick, hurry up, those ...... in the back"

The woman was carrying a sword, shouting as she prepared to turn back to rescue the middle-aged uncle, who had been injured.

It is not difficult to see from her somewhat anxious look that his relationship with this Uncle Rick is still very good.

But before she finished speaking, she was grabbed by a man in his thirties beside her, and scolded sharply: "Tifa, what are you talking so loudly for? Are you trying to kill everyone? Uncle Rick's leg is already injured, even if he can save him from the mouths of these strange insects, he will mutate into a zombie in a few hours." ”

"But ......"

Before the words fell, a mutant insect running at the front, with a sharp force on its hind feet, like the body of an adult big cat, quickly rushed forward, waved a thousand feet like a big knife, and slashed towards the injured Uncle Rick.

Caught off guard, Uncle Rick was struck in the back by the bug and stumbled to the ground, bleeding profusely.

The mutant bugs and the other mutant bugs that followed didn't give Uncle Rick a chance to scream, pounced on Uncle Rick's body, gnawing frantically.

The sound of clattering and gnawing on the bones of corpses makes people shudder to sound in this empty street.

"Uncle Rick is done, let's go, take advantage of these mutant bugs...... Alas...... We still have a chance, go fast ......"

Before he could grieve, another man grabbed Tifa's hand and sped away in the direction of the city.

The situation is critical, and the four of them don't care about the movement, whether it will attract the attention of other alien beasts, as long as they can escape outside the city first, there is still a glimmer of survival.

But they were wrong, and the movement they made had already attracted the attention of some of the mutant beasts around them.

Everywhere they couldn't see, greedy and hungry mutant beasts had already rushed over, hoping to be lucky enough to eat the delicious food.

Just as the remaining four survivors ran to the small building where Lance was, four sturdy alien mutant wolves in bone armor blocked the way of the four.

As they were about to turn around and run away, the mutant bugs that had eaten Uncle Rick's corpse also surrounded them in the distance.

In the hearts of the four of them, a burst of despair suddenly arose.

However, they are martial arts monks after all, and unlike those ordinary people who have no combat power to speak of, although they know that they are invincible, they must not be captured.

Suddenly, the man who was pulling Tifa to escape, saw the other two nodding to him, he quickly took off the backpack from his back, handed it to Tifa and said, "Tifa, we will cover your departure later, you must bring all the food back to the camp, as long as we have this food, we will definitely be able to find a safe gathering place." ”

The man's name was Creel.

Creel's appearance in his twenties, with a well-proportioned figure and a righteous face, makes people know at a glance that he is not a bad person.

He was using an inferior long sword with a gap, apparently a warrior monk with a sword.

However, it is not difficult to see from his clumsy movements in holding the sword that his strength is really not very good, at best, he is only a martial artist with the strength of the early stage of the Initial Realm.

"Creel, let's go together, we'll be able to get out with food. ”

Tifa looked at the determination in Creel's eyes and tried to persuade everyone to run away.

Although she also knew that in that case, there was a good chance that everyone would die here.

Looking at Tifa's appearance, Creel's face showed a hint of relief, and he smiled miserably: "Tifa, you go first, Brother Nathan, Kenneth and I, just delay some time first, and when you run away, we will naturally follow, believe me, when the disaster is over, we will return to our hometown together and fulfill the promise I made to you." ”

"But ......"

Just when Tifa wanted to refute and try to let everyone advance and retreat together, the knife-wielding man in his thirties in the team scolded with a solemn face: "Grind and chirp, let you run as fast as you can, where are so fast, we will drag them." ”

As soon as Nathan's words fell, the four alien mutant wolves blocking his way arched their bodies and rushed forward with a low roar.

He stopped being verbose, shouted loudly, and met him resolutely with his big sword.

At the same time, Creel and Kenneth joined the warband with weapons.

Standing by the broken window on the second floor, Lance could hear everyone's conversation clearly.

Creel's words were clearly deceiving Tifa.

With the strength of the three of them, in the face of four alien mutant wolves, there is no chance of winning, and staying is just for Tifa's escape and fighting for a little more slim chance of survival.

"How did they survive until now?"

Lance thought to himself, a little puzzled.

You must know that surviving in such a dark age, compassion and emotion need strength to support, otherwise it is stupid.

Obviously, these three people belong to the "stupid" type.