Doomsday Fortress

After a while, Wang Yi's voice came from inside the door.    

"Creak!"    

Without any hesitation, Lee Mei immediately opened the door and entered.    

"Bro Yi, how are you?" Is your injury not completely healed? "    

The moment Lee Mei entered the room, she looked at Wang Yi, who was covered by a thick blanket on the bed.    

"No, his injuries are almost healed."    

Seeing Lee Mei approach, Wang Yi put his hand on the blanket without leaving a trace.    

"Why are you here?" Wang Yi asked naturally.    

"I just passed by and heard a sound from you. I thought you weren't fully recovered yet."    

As she spoke, Lee Mei leisurely walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.    

"Oh yeah, Bro Yi, let me see how your wound is healing."    

When Lee Mei saw the quilt covering Wang Yi's neck, she wanted to pull it away to look at the wound on Wang Yi's chest.    

"That's enough, there's nothing much to see."    

A hint of panic flashed across Wang Yi's eyes. He immediately reached out and grabbed Lee Mei's wrist.    

"That's good." Lee Mei didn't think too much about it. She pulled her hand out and slowly caressed Wang Yi's face.    

"Bro Yi, it's been hard on you."    

Lee Mei's voice was especially gentle. Her pair of beautiful eyes stared blankly at Wang Yi with an expression of heartache.    

"Hey …" What are you talking about? "    

Wang Yi shook his head. Lee Mei's affectionate expression made Wang Yi unable to bear it. After all, just now …    

"Ha!"    

In the next moment, a trace of fatigue flashed across Wang Yi's eyes and he couldn't help but start yawning.    

"Bro Yi, you should rest. Chen Hui has something to discuss with me over there. I'll be going over first."    

Seeing that Wang Yi was tired, Lee Mei immediately stood up and tidied up the bed that had just been pressed down. She turned around and was about to leave.    

"Hmm? "Is that right?"    

It wasn't until they walked out of the classroom that Lee Mei felt that something was wrong.    

If it was any other time, Bro Yi would have done something to him. Why was it so calm today?    

A thoughtful expression flashed in Lee Mei's eyes.    

"Bro Yi's performance today, is it abnormal? "Could it be that I'm too tired?"    

Lee Mei mumbled to herself. She wanted to push open the door and take a look.    

"Sister Mei, hurry up and go over there. Sister Hui is waiting for you to clean up the supplies!"    

A loud shout interrupted Lee Mei's thoughts. She raised her head and saw Jiang Lee walking over with a few other women.    

"Alright, I'll go now."    

Lee Mei hurriedly replied. She looked back at the tightly shut door, and Lee Mei shook her head. She cast aside the doubts in her heart, then went downstairs with Jiang Lee and the other girls.    

"Phew!" Whoosh!    

When Wang Yi heard the footsteps getting farther and farther away outside, he hurriedly lifted the quilt to reveal Ling Xuan, whose face was full of apprehension.    

"Yi, Bro Yi, Sister Mei didn't discover me, right?"    

The little girl was frightened and jumped off Wang Yi's bed like a frightened rabbit.    

"No, if I did, I wouldn't have left so easily."    

Wang helplessly shook his head. Wang Yi was actually a little guilty just now, Lee Mei was well aware of Wang Yi's feelings, so there was no need to talk about the other women. After all, they were all adults, but Ling Xuan was only in her teens.    

"Then, then I … I'm leaving."    

Ling Xuan was scared by Wang Yi so much that she stopped trying to do anything with him. She stammered as she covered her blushing face with her hands and ran out of the classroom without looking back.    

Looking at Ling Xuan's flustered figure, Wang Yi shook his head helplessly. It was not because Ling Xuan ran away, but because he regretted what he did.    

"Why can't I control you?!"    

Wang Yi looked down at the tent on the blanket and a light flashed across his eyes.    

Morning, eight o'clock.    

Even though it was already the early winter, at this time, the sun had already gradually risen. The golden sunlight shined on the Weishan Lake surface, and a stiff figure floated above the lake, undulating slightly.    

"Hua la!"    

The fishing boat broke through the surface of the water and two ragged figures, one big and one small, appeared to be father and son.    

"Dad, look over there, is there someone?"    

The man looked in the direction of the boy's finger and sure enough, on the calm lake, a figure was slowly pushed close to the tungsten wood vessel.    

"Don't worry, it could be a zombie!"    

The man's hoarse voice sounded, and he lowered his head, looking at the few thin fishes in the boat's fishing net. If this Weishan Lake was contaminated by zombies, then these fish, might not even be able to eat it …    

"No, dad, he doesn't look like a zombie!"    

A stubborn look flashed across the boy's face as he grabbed his father's arm.    

"Alright, let's go over and take a look." The man shook his head. He didn't want to get into unnecessary trouble, but the child insisted.    

The wooden boat swayed back and forth as it neared the figure floating above the lake.    

"Dad, look, he's not a zombie!"    

The child pointed at the figure and excitedly jumped on the boat. The father and son duo had lived near the Weishan Lake for a few months and had accompanied zombies everyday. Now that they suddenly saw a normal person, the child couldn't help but become excited.    

The wooden boat headed to the shore. Other than the father and son duo, there was also a man who was unconscious on the boat.    

Yesterday's Weishan Island was especially cold and desolate. Last night's gunshot had echoed through the night, and the survivors on the island, as long as they were slightly more intelligent, would all know what had happened.    

"Did you hear, last night Cai Mingguo brought people to fight Jin Tiande, now Cai Mingguo has been killed by Jin Tiande!"    

"That's not right, Jin Tiande was killed by Cai Mingguo!"    

The two thin and weak men leaned against the side of the street as they whispered to each other. Neither of them had heard anything.    

Survivors wandered the streets of this run-down town. To the team, it didn't matter who made the decisions in this place. What they cared about was surviving safely, as well as the supplies that were distributed once a week.    

Of course, although it was a material, it was actually just a few kilograms of rice and a pinch of salt. As for the meat and vegetables, I'm sorry, but if you have the ability, you can look for them yourself.    

Today was the day they were going to distribute supplies.    

Nearly a hundred thousand survivors ate the meager rice with salt. Each of them held a variety of containers in their hands. Some were broken bowls, while others were cloth bags they had made themselves.    

As for the rest of the family, as long as they had a breath of air, they would be able to receive their food. As for those who had no family, they would be alone, walking alone among the survivors.    

A hundred thousand survivors traversing across the Weishan Island could be said to be exceptionally obvious. Before they even reached the Jin Clan warehouse, they were discovered and reported to the soldiers on guard on the tower.    

"Brigade Commander, they're all here."    

Inside the warehouse, a thousand soldiers, including Cai Mingguo, did not sleep at all. They took a look at all the supplies inside the warehouse.