Chapter 382: In order to survive in the end times, I recommend myself to be the boss’s bedmate (7)
In order to survive in the end times, I recommended myself to become the boss's bedmate (Part 7)
"Brother, it seems quite clean here, no one is here."
As the sky gradually darkened and dusk approached, Song Ning checked everything and shouted outside the door.
"Well, can you cook?"
Lance held a simply wiped fire axe in one hand and wiped something with a cloth in the other.
"Sure, I'll do it right away if there's water and air."
Song Ning's eyes were dazzled by the reflection of something and he was a little curious.
"Brother, what is that in your hand?"
"this."
Lance spread out the cloth in his hand, and several sparkling crystals appeared in front of the two.
"This is……"
Song Ning looked at it and had a guess in his mind, "Crystal core?"
"you know?"
Lance was a little surprised.
He thought he had to explain to this human what this thing was.
"You don't really know, do you?"
Song Ning took one and looked at it. The slender prism shape was a bit dazzling like a gem, but if you look closely, there is a small red dot inside, which instantly adds a bit of weirdness to the originally luxurious-looking crystal core.
He didn't know why he felt a sense of fear in his heart and hurriedly put the crystal core back on the cloth.
"Brother, have you never read apocalyptic novels? I originally thought that everything in them was made up by the author, but I didn't expect it to be true."
Apocalyptic novel?
Lance quickly searched the database and was surprised to find that there was actually relevant content in his own database.
After quickly reviewing it, he found that although it was of the same genre, it was a novel after all, and there were still many things that didn't match.
For example, this crystal core.
"Don't touch it after this. Try not to touch it if possible."
Lance took out a bottle and put all the crystal cores into it.
"Okay bro."
Song Ning didn't ask why, he believed Lance.
The place they chose was under a road in the suburbs, about a hundred meters away from the national highway. It was a self-built house.
Song Ning had searched it before. This house has solar energy on the roof and a large water tank, so there is no problem with water and electricity.
After finding the pots and pans he needed in the dusty kitchen, Song Ning hopped on one leg and started cooking.
Occasionally, a few zombie roars could be heard outside, but they soon turned into screams, and everything gradually returned to silence.
Song Ning's slightly tense heart finally calmed down. He turned around to steam the noodles and make some stew. He also made some pancakes so that he could eat whenever he was hungry.
"Brother, it's time to eat."
After shouting outside, Song Ning found that Lance was sitting on the side of the road.
Standing up with the fire axe in his hand, Lance stared at the horizon for a few seconds before striding back towards Song Ning.
"Why don't you stand on your own two feet?"
Before Song Ning had the chance to ask Lance what he was looking at, he was stunned by the question he asked back.
He subconsciously glanced at his feet, puzzled.
"My foot isn't healed yet, is it?"
Lance raised his eyebrows slightly and walked past him.
"I've used medicine."
He knew he had used medicine, but his foot was still not healed.
Song Ning subconsciously stepped on the ground with his right foot. There was no tingling sensation, nor any other abnormalities.
He uttered a light exclamation and took a few more steps.
Is this good? Is it because Lance gave him medicine? What kind of magic medicine is that?
"time to eat."
Lance brought the meal out from the kitchen, took two stools and put them by the door, then sat on the floor and started eating.
"Aren't you eating in the kitchen?"
Song Ning obediently followed and sat down beside him.
"Something feels wrong. None of us can stand guard outside."
Lance ate the noodles in big mouthfuls, his mood visibly improved.
It tastes good. Although this human has many shortcomings, his advantages are also obvious.
"What's wrong?"
When Song Ning heard him say this, his nerves suddenly tensed up.
He subconsciously looked in the direction where Lance had been sitting before, so there was a reason why Lance was sitting there before?
“The air smells wrong.”
Lance didn't want to tell him directly that there was something wrong with the scan, so he made up an excuse.
"Brother, can you tell something is wrong just by the smell of the air?"
Song Ning's eyes widened, and Lance thought to himself that this was not good.
The next second, Song Ning picked up a piece of meat and put it in his bowl, his tone eager.
"Brother, you are so awesome. No wonder we didn't encounter any danger along the way."
Lance: ...
"Ah."
As expected, this human is very stupid, so we still have to be careful and keep a close eye on him.
After dinner, Song Ning prepared some more dry food and meat sauce to take with him.
He didn't know how the others were doing now, but he was safe with Lance, and Lance would always accurately find the houses with supplies in the buildings they passed by. At least they didn't have to worry about food and drink for now.
After Song Ning finished, he let it cool down a little and then packed it into the backpack he usually carried, which was filled with emergency rations.
Other important supplies collected were in the car and in Lance's hiking bag.
All in all, their current supplies allow them to live well.
"this is for you."
Lance walked in from the night, handing over a machete.
The machete looked a bit old, but the handle was nicely wrapped with cloth, and the blade was polished to a shine, looking very sharp.
"Brother, where did you get it?"
Song Ning took it with surprise and tried to wave it twice.
It’s okay. This machete is much lighter than the fire axe and the weight is acceptable to him.
"He has an acre of land a little way away from home. I found it in the field."
Lance lied.
This is the weapon he exchanged in the main god mall. The sharpness is totally beyond what is expected in this era. The shape was copied by Lance at his own expense just to make it look more reasonable.
"In this case, no wonder I said brother, you went out again."
He thought there was some movement, so Song Ning breathed a sigh of relief and continued to try the feel of the machete.
Lance was the one who led the way along the way. Although he had sprained his ankle and had no suitable weapon, Song Ning admitted that as a man he still hoped that he would not become a complete burden to Lance.
At least if zombies suddenly appear, he can at least protect himself and not drag Lance down.
"Thank you, brother."
After trying it out, Song Ning leaned over to Lance, who still had a cold expression on his face, and gave him a kiss while standing on tiptoe.
Lance subconsciously looked down at him. Song Ning was a little shy but still confident.
"You found this for me, right? Thank you for thinking of me."
He didn’t…well, he did.
Lance stared at the human, who was blushing again, and felt an unfamiliar sense of pleasure rising in his heart.
This human being really knows how to control himself.
"come over."
Lance turned around, went in, found a blanket and spread it on the ground, then sat down and waved to Song Ning.
Song Ning looked at the blanket with a panicked look in her eyes, and she moved her steps as slowly as three-inch golden lotus.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Lance looked at him strangely.
"It's more suitable to sleep here."
Where is the suitable place to sleep here?
Song Ning looked at the open door, then looked at the pitch-black outside, his pupils trembling.
However, when he was wrapped in Lance's arms and slept warmly in the middle of the night, and was suddenly carried in by Lance and stuffed into the car, and drove away with the accelerator on, Song Ning looked at the group of zombies behind him in horror, and then he understood what Lance meant with a cold sweat.
It turns out that what Lance meant by suitable was suitable for escaping at any time and anywhere.