Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies
Chapter 330: The wind blows chilly

Chapter 330: The wind blows chilly

Lin Murong felt so desolate.

He felt the chill of the wind.

Damn it, even the wind thought he was cold.

Lin Murong wanted to burst into tears, but he couldn’t cry.

He just felt... so desolate.

The chilly wind blew.

Su Yinhe and the others noticed, a stone shower had started.

"Shoot, Lin Murong hasn’t come back yet," Su Yinhe remembered Lin Murong, who had gone out, as she watched.

Although she found Lin Murong annoying, she would be worried if something really happened to him.

At this moment, of course, she was extremely worried.

"It’s fine, he won’t die," Chi Yan pulled her closer. He didn’t like seeing Galaxy worry about others, especially someone like Lin Murong.

"Really? He won’t die? Look at that stone shower outside..." Su Yinhe was still a bit worried.

"Don’t worry, he won’t die," Chi Yan patted her shoulder.

"Phew~ then I’m relieved." Chi Yan wouldn’t speak carelessly; his words were always true.

Su Yinhe believed him.

No longer worried.

Chi Yan was satisfied.

Only Lin Murong was still outside, with the wind blowing chill on his bottom.

"Sigh. Will Galaxy and Brother Chi come looking for me? If they don’t come soon, I think I’m going to starve to death. I should have brought Fangfang out with me." He was so bored all by himself here.

Really.

How come he didn’t bring Fangfang along.

Lin Murong regretted not bringing more food with him.

Now he was hungry and couldn’t eat much.

So hungry.

Really hungry.

After listing the dishes, his hunger felt unprecedented.

He was truly going to faint from hunger.

Now, even though Su Yinhe wasn’t here, Lin Murong still wanted to sob.

Sob for himself.

Then, while thinking he was alone, whimpering, a sudden noise came.

Lin Murong: "???"

Fuck?

Someone?

"Who!" Lin Murong was sure the sound wasn’t made by himself.

"Whoever it is, come out on your own," Lin Murong wasn’t that scared; as an Advanced Superpower User, he wasn’t easily frightened by normal things.

Ghosts, on the other hand...

Well, that’s another story.

But it probably wasn’t that.

It was broad daylight.

Although it was a bit dark here... Fuck, there couldn’t really be such things here.

Suddenly scared.

Thinking of this possibility, Lin Murong froze on the spot.

Scared, really scared.

Fortunately, it wasn’t that.

Lin Murong waited, and the person making the noise came out.

A man whose face couldn’t be seen.

Moving slowly, appearing in Lin Murong’s view.

Getting closer, and closer.

And with that, a stench also approached.

A... stomach-turning, nauseating stench.

Lin Murong: "..."

Suddenly, he wasn’t hungry anymore.

He even felt a bit like vomiting.

Lin Murong’s complexion kept changing.

Changing back and forth.

"Stop, stop, don’t come any closer." If he came any closer, Lin Murong felt he couldn’t stop himself from killing.

Because it was either you die, or I live.

He was really about to be knocked out by the stench.

Lin Murong was starting to have difficulty breathing.

"Oh." The man stopped moving, staying still, and a word was squeezed out from his throat.

What’s called a hoarse, mocking, and grating voice, this was it.

Lin Murong’s complexion kept changing, again and again.

It kept changing.

"Who are you? Why didn’t you speak when I first arrived?" This man seemed to have been here for a while.

The man slowly stretched out his legs.

"Waste," he slowly uttered the two words.

Lin Murong couldn’t understand those words for a moment.

"What do you mean, ’waste’?" The man was sitting on the ground, no, more accurately, he was collapsed on the ground.

Lin Murong simply sat down too.

Standing for so long was tiring.

"Wasting energy. It makes you hungry faster," the man slowly reached out his hand and touched his stomach.

"I haven’t eaten for days, I’m about to faint from hunger. Do you have anything to eat?" Then, the man impolitely reached out his hand toward Lin Murong, acting entitled.

Lin Murong rolled his eyes.

"No." He had been overwhelmed to the point of losing his appetite, and now he wanted something?

Dream on.

Lin Murong wasn’t particularly upset about this beggar’s behavior.

After an apocalypse, many people turned into beggars.

Shamelessness might just meet kindness.

Like... Galaxy.

Wuuu wuuu wuuu.

He really missed Galaxy.

He missed Galaxy’s hotpot, Galaxy’s snacks, Galaxy’s spicy hot pot...

And Brother Chi.

He missed the meals Brother Chi cooked, the cakes Brother Chi made, the noodles Brother Chi prepared...

He missed them so much.

They had only been apart for less than a day.

And he was already missing them so much.

"How could there be nothing? I can smell it." The man with the unclear face moved his nose and sniffed forcefully.

He could smell it.

Still trying to trick him?

Lin Murong: "???"

What did he smell?

Really, there was nowhere—

Huh?

There actually was a piece of beef here.

Lin Murong took it out.

"Got a nose like a dog, huh?" Lin Murong took it out, but didn’t plan to give it to him.

He didn’t have much of an appetite just now, but now looking at the beef, it came back.

He directly unwrapped the paper and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chewing it, he swallowed.

Delicious.

But after eating the beef, seeing the man and smelling that odor, Lin Murong lost his appetite again.

The man: "..."

He should have known better than to mention it.

The man pursed his lips, left with nothing.

Dammit.

So be it...

The man lay back down.

"Hey, what’s your name? Have you been lying here this whole time?" Lin Murong poked the man who had turned over and was lying comfortably.

Once this man lay down, it was as if he ceased to exist.

If Lin Murong hadn’t seen him lie down himself, he wouldn’t have noticed there was someone here for a good while.

Although the colors were different, the man just strangely blended in with the ground.

At a glance, people would naturally overlook him.

"Me? You can just call me Wu Ming." Wu Ming didn’t really want to talk; he was lazy, and he wasn’t lying—he really hadn’t eaten for days and needed to conserve energy.

"Wu Ming? Don’t want to tell me your name, huh? I get it." Lin Murong nodded in understanding.

Wu Ming sighed.

"It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, it’s just that I really don’t remember. It’s been too long." Wu Ming sighed, he didn’t even remember his own name anymore.

Lin Murong’s question made him unable to recall it for a moment.

Might as well just go by Wu Ming.

"Do people not call you by your name?"

"No one does. I’m alone, no one calls me." Wu Ming originally didn’t want to talk to Lin Murong since he needed to save energy, but probably because it had been so long since he last spoke to someone, he became chatty as they talked.

"Alright. How long have you been here?" It looked like a long time, looking at his clothes, they clearly hadn’t been washed in ages.

They were filthy and clumped.

The man was too, terribly dirty.