There is An Apocalyptic Man In the Village

July 15, 2035, weekend.

Today was supposed to be a busy weekend holiday, but few pedestrians walked through the streets of n city except for the traffic. Even if there were, they would swear and complain about the words "what kind of weather" and leave quickly with an umbrella.

It's no wonder that this is not only the case in n city, but also all over the country. The weather changes abnormally. The temperature has reached nearly 50 degrees in the middle of July. On such a hot day, who has nothing to look for abuse and goes out to the streets in the sun that can dry the dead.

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Sitting in a noodle shop, Wu Qingyuan gulped down noodles with rich soup while staring at the roads that looked like they were going to be exposed to the sun and passers-by complaining. He was in a dignified mood.

He knew that this hot weather would not last long and would cool down in a few months. The weather of autumn tiger even snowed heavily. There were lively discussions and reports on TV news and the Internet.

The strange weather aroused everyone's curiosity and exploration, but I didn't know that all this was a harbinger before the end of the world.

Yes, in a few months, the world will enter the end of purgatory. Now the hot climate ends and the temperature begins to become cool. Then a heavy snow brings unknown viruses. Then nearly half of the human beings on the whole earth are infected and become cannibals in the biochemical crisis on TV.

All this is so incredible, but no one can't help believing it, because it's something he's personally experienced.

He clearly remembers what happened in his last life and the still existing powers in his body, which prove that he was reborn before the outbreak of the eschatology.

"Boss, another bowl of beef noodles!"

Pushing the empty bowl in front of him aside, Wu Qingyuan waved and continued to order a bowl of noodles from the noodle shop owner. Although he was full now, he couldn't help eating after ten years of eschatological hunger.

At the end of his last life, his life was actually better than that of many people, because he was not only a wood and space dual-system power who could ripen plants, but also a skill trained as a mercenary before the end of the world. He was not a high-level in the base, but he was also a power with some identity.

But in the late afterlife, not to mention ordinary people, even people with powers like him did not dare to imagine that this "high-grade food" could only be enjoyed by the leaders and real high-level officials of the base.

He almost forgot the taste of the most common food before the end of the world.

Hula Hula disregarded the image and ate the last bowl of beef noodles with soup and juice. Wu Qingyuan put down his chopsticks, touched out the money to settle the account, and then took out his mobile phone and made a phone call.

"Hello, it's Qing Yuan. You're back from a business trip? My aunt is worried about you. You said that in such a hot day, why did the company send you on a business trip and go abroad? I heard that there was an earthquake in country m a few days ago and I couldn't get through to you. I'm scared to death. Come to my aunt when you come back. My aunt just stewed a pot of old duck soup today. What you like best..."

As soon as the number was dialed out, the phone was quickly connected, and then a middle-aged woman's nagging voice came from the other end of the phone. Balabala said a lot of words of concern.

"I see. I'll be there in a minute. Aunt, please call my uncle back by the way. I just want to talk to you about the house..."

Without continuing to listen to the nagging at the other end of the phone, Wu Qingyuan interrupted the voice inside, said a word directly, and then hung up the phone without expression.

The words on the phone just now, if he heard them in his previous life, he would be very moved. After his parents died, only his aunt's family cared about him, but at the moment, he was not touched at all, because he knew that these words were all false.

The aunt's family cares about him only for his parents to leave him a downtown house and for him to have a high-income "job". Every time they come back, they will bring a lot of things to her family and honor her with a few red envelopes.

If my aunt's family really cares about him, why do they always just accept red envelopes and gifts, and don't care what kind of work he does. Is it unfair and tired to earn so much money? And his life and why he never had friends around?

It was not until the end of the world that he worked so hard to protect his aunt's family and risked his life to run out of the base to find food. However, these people ruthlessly left him when he had a fever and opened his power. At that time, he knew that he had always been regarded as a relative of his relatives, just a group of white eyed wolves

After leaving the noodle shop, Wu Qingyuan made a taxi and went straight to his aunt's house.

Although he was reborn ten years after the end of the world, he still remembered all kinds of things before the end of the world, including the address of his aunt's house.

When he arrived at his aunt's house, there was no accident, because his words "house" had not come to work yet. His uncle rushed back. The two husband and wife sat on the sofa with an excited face, and several dishes were placed at the table next to them, including the old duck soup mentioned on the phone just now.

"Oh, Qingyuan has finally come back. Have you just got off the plane? You're hungry. Go to the table and have a meal. Look at the old duck soup. Aunt has been eating for several hours. The ducks were bought by farmers in the suburbs. They are pure natural green, one for more than 100 yuan. The family has been home for a week. If you hadn't come back, my aunt would be reluctant on weekdays..."

At the sight of Wu Qingyuan, Wu Sufen and his wife quickly stood up from the sofa to meet him, pulled him to the dinner table with a smile and sat down. They actively filled a bowl of old duck soup. It was like seeing their son come back.

Wu Qingyuan didn't hurry to answer. He calmly took the bowl and began to drink soup. Although he had just eaten a few bowls of noodles, he didn't mind drinking a few more bowls of soup and turned a deaf ear to Wu Sufen's concern.

This is the customary measure of his aunt's family, called poverty.

In his previous life, he had great skill and courage. He earned a lot as a mercenary and didn't pay so much attention to money. He was an orphan and his closest family was his aunt's family. Therefore, he was always very generous about this aunt's family who "cared about" himself and regarded it as his parents and elders.

There is no need for the aunt's family to take the initiative to speak. As long as the other party expresses his poverty, he will be filial to help a little. But now, these people still want to make ideas from him, which is absolutely impossible!

Slowly tasting the delicious old duck soup, Wu Qingyuan didn't speak. Wu Sufen and his wife pretended to care about talking nonsense. He didn't feel bored because he knew that these people would soon end their nonsense and get to the point.

Sure enough, but after he drank a bowl of soup, Wu Sufen brought the topic to the key.

"... hey, you see, your cousin is not a talented person. If you don't become a martial artist, you have to worry about me and your uncle to become a family. The girlfriend you made before is about to get married. Other girls don't dislike that Jiahong is not a local registered permanent residence in n city, but we must have a house in n city..."

"It's not too demanding. Now I can't get married without a house. The girl is still a native of n city, but Qingyuan. You know the situation of my aunt's house. The house price in n city is so high, especially those close to the urban area. It's hard to buy, so we have to trust the relationship..."

"That's why my aunt told you about your house last time. You're a capable person who makes a lot of money abroad all the year round, but your cousin is not successful. Anyway, your house is empty. You must live in a villa after you're so capable. Why don't you help your brother and sell the house to my aunt's house? They are all my own people. Don't worry, my aunt will raise the money for the house You just need some time... "

Wu Sufen kept talking, and her uncle put in a word from time to time, sparing no effort to persuade her.

As Wu Qingyuan expected, every sentence of the husband and wife was exactly the same as that of their previous life. They didn't miss a word. There was no bad expression when it came to the house. He couldn't stop sneering in his heart.

I have to say that his aunt's family had a good abacus, which also killed his character of protecting his weakness. Knowing that he would not easily sell his parents' house, he came up with such a move.

What smashing pots and selling iron to raise money to buy a house is simply robbing in the name of relatives.

Knowing that he is not short of money, knowing that he cares about his relatives and feelings and will not take the initiative to ask for money. Once the house is obtained, the time for raising money will be extended indefinitely. Just like in previous lives, once the house is transferred, he will never mention the house.

If you want his house so much, well, he will help these white eyed wolves who bite the hand that feeds them.

"What my aunt said is that it's a pity that my house is empty. Jiahong is my brother and we are relatives. My brother should help, but we need to discuss the house carefully..."

After drinking the last mouthful of old duck soup, Wu Qingyuan put down the bowl with a light smile, stared at his excited aunt and father, and spoke slowly.