My Monster Fuses Everything

Two more days had passed since the resource distribution, and the atmosphere in all seven temporary assembly points was very bleak and oppressive.

Most people chose to stay in their rooms, and even if they had to go out for something, the occasional encounter did not involve greetings.

The disorder during the resource distribution had already shattered the thin facade of order.

Everyone knew that the current situation was merely maintained with difficulty, and to have a say, one needed significant power. Unfortunately, most people were not Contractors, nor did they have strengths like Su Han.

Thus, they could only avoid causing additional trouble as much as possible to protect themselves, hoping for timely official rescue.

As time passed, the disadvantages of the high-rise residential buildings gradually became apparent.

First, the gas supply was suddenly cut off; there was no gas in the pipes, and creating fire depended on finding burnable waste or things like books and wooden furniture on various floors.

Due to the limited amount of combustible materials, to extend their usage time and also for fear of carbon monoxide poisoning from indoor fires,

most survivors began to selectively eat instant foods or temporarily set up a communal fire under Cheng Zhenyong's unified command in the lobby.

The issue of cooking with fire was barely resolved, but on the second day, an even tougher situation arose.

The entire building began to experience water outages; there was still some water in the rooftop tanks, but the water meter in the supply pipes had stopped moving, no longer supplying the building with water.

This meant if the water in the tanks ran out, and their previously stored water was also exhausted, there would be absolutely no water source in all seven buildings.

The situation worsened, but the thick fog outside showed no signs of dissipating.

In such circumstances, the atmosphere in the entire building grew even more oppressive, and many people fell into a negative state of mind, with despair gradually spreading among them.

More than once, muffled sounds of crying or breakdowns came from various rooms.

Su Han and his three companions had relatively sufficient resources; even if the four of them consumed together, they could last at least a month or two. Compared to everyone else's despair, they instead focused on training their Angel Envoys.

Su Han was right, in such an apocalypse, only strength was the absolute truth and could better ensure their survival.

Therefore, aside from Yan Meiyu, everyone was training their Angel Envoys in their rooms, even engaging in some combat exercises.

Although only two days had passed, Gan Xinglei and Zhu Xiong could clearly feel that the strength feedback from their Angel Envoys had indeed increased a bit.

Su Han did not merely train his Four-armed Corpse, but focused his mind, immersing his consciousness into the consciousness space, facing the Book of Blood Spirit and the image of the Four-Armed Corpse on that page alone.

He wanted to enhance the connection through such comprehension and synchronize with the newly acquired skill of the Four-armed Corpse, Primary Self-Healing.

However, two days had passed, and though he had become more sensitive in controlling the Four-armed Corpse and perceiving the Book of Blood Spirit, he made no progress in synchronizing the Self-Healing Skill, clearly not finding the right method.

Differently from the other three, Yan Meiyu's training was not confined to her room.

She secretly sent out the Rot Skin Rat, following Su Han's instructions to monitor He Fang and his group's movements.

Everyone thought this would be a lengthy process, but to their surprise, only two days later, Yan Meiyu placed a recording before them.

With a serious expression and anger in her eyes, she said, "He Fang has approached Lin Hong planning to take action against you."

This statement made the three men present shift their gaze, their eyes filled with dangerous light.

They had considered He Fang ambitious, but they hadn't expected him to act so swiftly.

"He's really courting death."

Several people sat around the living room table as Su Han's gaze remained calm. He spoke, "Let's hear it."

"Everything is on this recorder. You'll know once you listen."

Yan Meiyu activated the recorder and began to fast-forward, pulling the recording to the point where He Fang and his group were discussing how to deal with Su Han.

The recorder was secretly carried in by Yan Meiyu's Rot Skin Rat, entering through the public smoke exhaust duct and then the range hood exhaust of He Fang's room, subsequently hiding in the closet next to it.

With its body just half a meter long excluding the tail, the Rot Skin Rat had no trouble hiding in these compartment cabinets, not to mention it only had to place the recorder before retreating.

As Yan Meiyu operated the device, voices from He Fang and his group quickly emanated from the recorder.

The voices were not very clear, after all, the living room was a bit distant.

However, their specific discussion was recorded, particularly He Fang's ambitious voice, which shockingly revealed plans to subdue Su Han by decapitation.

By the time they heard this, everyone's expressions had turned cold.

Zhu Xiong sneered repeatedly, cursing, "Damn little sneaks, playing dirty, huh?"

Su Han tapped the table lightly and suddenly said, "Old Zhu, go see them in a bit."

Zhu Xiong was stunned, showing a puzzled expression and exclaimed, "Why should I go see them? What the hell for?"

Su Han calmly replied, "They want to know this secret, right? You go tell them. It will also give me a chance to take them somewhere secluded."

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In the lobby of Building 7 on the first floor, Wu Guang had been guarding this entrance for two days, smoking one cigarette after another, feeling extremely irritated.

"Damn it, those four might just stay in their rooms for four or five days straight? Not a single person in sight, and no news at all."

Normally, the duty at the main entrance is rotated to guard against any monsters rushing in.

This was predominantly the responsibility of the security team, but for the past two days, Wu Guang had volunteered to stand guard.

Of course, standing guard was not the goal.

The goal was to create an opportunity to meet with Zhu Xiong, but he hadn't seen anyone for two days.

Wu Guang dared not openly show his agitation, so he turned to a young security officer named Xiao Zhao and said,"You keep watch, I'm going to smoke a cigarette in the toilet. Sitting here so long, I'm almost getting hemorrhoids."

Without waiting for Xiao Zhao's response, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, ready to light up, and headed towards the toilet on the first floor.

However, just as he was about to reach the toilet, someone suddenly grabbed him.

Instinctively, he was about to summon his Angel Envoy, but then he heard a familiar voice next to his ear.

"Keep it down. Do you want Su Han to know?"

Wu Guang focused his eyes and was startled. "Zhu Xiong?" his surprise evident.

With a flash of realization, he smiled and said, "Big bro, have you figured it out? Did you find anything out?"

Zhu Xiong wore a cautious face but spoke in a crafty tone, "Don't get too familiar just yet. Two taels of gold isn't enough for this information, you'll need to pay more."