The residents on the third floor heard footsteps, woke up one after another, looked through the peephole, and asked through the intercom, keeping a close watch until Zhou Yi and his companion entered the room before relaxing.
Struggling in the post-apocalyptic world, they had heard too many cases of ferocious beasts wiping out entire households, leaving their nerves perpetually taut!
The layout of the house was two bedrooms and one living room, a mess akin to a dog's den.
The table held several firearms of varying sizes, while corners of the room were piled with several hundred pounds of rice and flour, various fitness equipment scattered on the floor, and charts of human meridians and martial arts mnemonics were pasted on the walls.
Zhou Yi glanced around and pointed to two bullet holes in the wall, "What happened here?"
"Three years ago, while I was cultivating martial arts at night, a bug-like monster somehow burrowed its way in."
