Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies
Chapter 331: Do you also like this?

Chapter 331: Do you also like this?

"I’ve been here quite a while," Wu Ming sighed again.

It had been a long time since he found this place, and he hardly ever went out.

Unless he was about to starve to death and there were no mutated rats or other small creatures appearing here, only then would he make a trip outside.

To get himself some food, eat his fill, and then continue lying down here.

He had been lying down for a very long, long time.

Lying very flat.

At least Wu Ming was very satisfied.

Few people ever came here.

The last time someone came was, well, the last time.

Those people even tried to rob him, but turns out he was just a dead broke ghost with not a crumb to his name.

The group searched through his stuff with disgust for a while, found out he really had nothing, and then got furious and tried to kill him.

He, well, accidentally, just like that, offed them.

Took their supplies.

And I’ll tell you, those people had quite a lot of stuff.

He lived off their supplies for over a month.

It was too good.

Made him think about making a career out of it.

Hit them once, rest for a month.

Just like a job, work a 24-hour day, rest for a month—who wouldn’t like that?

But luckily, he managed to restrain himself.

No choice—laziness.

Such visitors don’t come here every day.

If he wanted to, he’d need to go out and find people.

But he didn’t even want to move a muscle, let alone go out.

Better to lie down.

While lying down, sometimes mutated creatures would just come to him.

What a bargain.

Wu Ming had initially planned to see if Lin Murong would, you know, have supplies and then try to kill him, only for Wu Ming to counter.

But as it turns out, supplies, he had none, and the desire to kill... that wasn’t there either.

Sigh.

And he kept asking questions, like an idiot.

How can such a person survive the apocalypse?

Wu Ming shook his head.

Shaking one’s head wastes a lot of energy, but Wu Ming did it anyway for Lin Murong.

Such an honor.

Lin Murong himself didn’t know, and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t care much for the honor.

"How long?" Lin Murong was still asking.

There were only two living people in this place; he saw him, so he had to ask persistently.

"Quite a while now. I can’t remember," Wu Ming, fortunately, still felt like talking.

"You’re amazing, can’t remember your own name, can’t remember how long you’ve been here," Lin Murong had never imagined that besides amnesia, someone could forget their own name.

"Why remember so much? The more people remember, the easier it is to get emotional. I don’t want to get emotional," Wu Ming just wanted to be like a brainless salted fish.

The kind that wouldn’t turn over.

Too lazy to turn.

If you’re a salted fish, just be a salted fish.

Even if you turn over, you’re still a salted fish, right? So what’s the point of turning over.

Wu Ming didn’t understand.

He called this a waste of time and energy.

Upon hearing this, Lin Murong touched his chin, lost in thought.

Then, damn it, after reflecting, he found it quite reasonable.

"What you’re saying..."

"It makes sense, right? Then lie down together," Wu Ming actually lifted his hand for a change, patting the ground.

Issuing an invitation to Lin Murong.

Lin Murong: "..."

Lin Murong looked at the floor, then at him.

It’s not a problem to lie down, but...

He couldn’t be dirty.

Lying down was too dirty.

If he returned dirty, Chi Yan and Galaxy wouldn’t let him into the supermarket then.

Chi Yan was a germaphobe—very serious about it.

Galaxy also liked cleanliness.

Seeing him return all grimy, they would definitely kick him out.

No doubt, they are the types who would really do such a thing.

No wonder they ended up together.

Lin Murong shook his head in refusal.

Seeing Lin Murong’s refusal, Wu Ming was quite disappointed.

He thought Lin Murong didn’t know how to enjoy life.

"Why are you sighing? Don’t sigh. You lie down, and when I get a chance, I’ll lie down with you," he also liked the comfort of lying down, okay?

"Don’t make empty promises, lie down now if you’re going to."

"I can’t right now." Lin Murong’s refusal was very straightforward.

"Maker of empty promises." Look at this pie, so big and round, big and round...

If only it were real.

Give him a couple of bites, and he would be full, then he could lie down for a few more days.

Lin Murong: "...I’m not." How is this making empty promises? Bro, do you have some misunderstanding about making empty promises?

Lin Murong wanted to explain.

But Wu Ming didn’t want to listen, he even reached out to cover his ears.

He was someone who really wanted to conserve energy, now he even went so far as to cover his ears.

He had, for Lin Murong’s sake, expended a lot of energy today.

"You..." Lin Murong felt a sense of powerlessness as if he had a lot to say but couldn’t get the words out.

"I’m not listening, the tortoise chants scriptures." Wu Ming’s head shook with glee.

"I’m not a tortoise, either," Lin Murong got angry.

What kind of person is this?

"Fine, you’re not a tortoise, tortoise."

Lin Murong: "..."

Lin Murong struggled for a while but ended up lying down after all.

He couldn’t help it, seeing how comfortably Wu Ming was lying made him want to do the same.

Besides, who knew how long this stone rain would last? He couldn’t just keep standing.

He would just... take a lie-down.

It’d be dirty, but he’d just have to plead with Galaxy later.

Galaxy would be soft-hearted.

She was always so... easily soft-hearted.

If he acted a bit more pitiful, hehehe...

"You have such a cheap laugh," Wu Ming drawled.

"What? Who are you calling cheap?" Wu Ming’s remark completely broke Lin Murong’s defense.

"Here, there are only two people. Can I curse myself?" Wu Ming became interested, initially just wanting to make idle conversation, now he wanted to talk even more.

Lin Murong: "..."

Damn it.

This made him seem like a fool.

But he wasn’t!

He was very clever.

"Alright, alright, I won’t talk about this." If he continued, he would be broken.

He was already broken.

"No more talking, no more talking~" Wu Ming added.

Lin Murong: "..."

Damn it.

Why was he as cheap as him?

Too cheap.

Lin Murong didn’t want to deal with him anymore and turned over, facing away from him.

Fortunately, when he lay down, he was far enough away from Wu Ming.

Otherwise, Wu Ming would be done for.

With Wu Ming’s big mouth, if they were close enough to touch with an outstretched hand, Lin Murong would have finished him off long ago.

Wu Ming had no idea what he was thinking.

Lin Murong’s desire to throttle someone could be hidden because his eyes carried too much foolishness.

It was easily concealed in his gaze full of stupidity.

After lying for a while, Lin Murong started drawing a gobang board, beginning to play the game with himself.

He had played a couple of games when Wu Ming discovered it.

"Do you like this too? What a coincidence, when I have nothing to do, I also like to play like this." Wu Ming clapped his hands, wasting a bit more of Lin Murong’s energy.

Wu Ming often lay down, and although he liked laying, constant lying down could get boring after a while.

Then at those times, he would enjoy playing gobang.

Just draw with a finger on the ground, and that was it.

Playing by oneself could also exercise the brain.

How great is that.

Lin Murong: "..."

Lin Murong hadn’t been rendered speechless as many times in the past month as he had been today.

Silence is tonight’s Cambridge.

"Come on, let’s play together. Don’t play by yourself."