After a dark night and a period of frost, song Fengfu found that her original place was already dilapidated.

In addition, the original zombie invasion made the house more terrible.

For the first time, song Fengfu used the word "terror" to describe her home. Song Fengfu found that she felt more and more strange to this home.

"Isn't this your home? I didn't expect it to be like this." Lu Jingxuan knows what happened here, but he doesn't know that song Fengfu's home has become... A haunted house.

"Come on, there's no way. Fortunately, since we have settled down in the crystal base, it doesn't matter here."

Song Fengfu looked and did not know where they came from. Several people entered her original home, moved out many mummies and threw them on the wooden cart outside.

"Shit, how come there are so many mummies in such a good area? It's not bad luck."

"There have been traces of zombies invading here before, so naturally there are more mummies." another man grabbed a mummy with its head open and dragged it to the car by the most violent means.

"But you don't find that there are many mummies in these two houses and the other two houses, and most of these mummies are burnt in the form of zombies."

"Why bother so much? Dispose of all the mummies here, clean up here, and rent some zombie beads according to the location here."

The conversation between the two entered song Fengfu's ears.

Unexpectedly, song Fengfu and Lu Jingxuan were stunned when they sorted out the zombie beads here.

"What do they regard my home as?"

Song Fengfu looked at the house in front of her. It was not as good as the one she had destroyed.

"It's understandable that they want to get rich. After all, there are no living locals in the whole s County, so these houses are empty."

It's not hard for Lu Jingxuan to think that some people want to take this opportunity to make some money.

It is estimated that many people in s county are thinking of this idea.

"Hum, if you want to get rich, you have to see if the house has a master." Song Fengfu snorted coldly, and Lu Jingxuan shook his head with a smile.

"Do you want to go back to this house?"

"It's my own home. Why don't you want to? It's just that this situation is really inappropriate." Song Fengfu took another look at her home and said goodbye seriously.

Lu Jingxuan stood quietly watching until song Fengfu took back all her eyes.

"Let's go and see other places."

"This road extends to the original slum." Lu Jingxuan looked to the end of the road.

There were still people along the way, but they seemed to be cleaning up all the zombies.

"Yes, but I don't think it's necessary to look back. It's like that again." Song Fengfu glanced at the distance. As long as someone's place is cleaning the road or house, it seems to be ready to settle here.

"Well, let's go back." Lu Jingxuan hugged her shoulder and looked around. "Do you think the zombie will come again?"

"It's not good to say that the zombie virus has not died out, and human beings will still become zombies. Maybe we are at peace now, but who knows how many zombies there are in other places." Song Fengfu thought about the records in Feng Qu'er's book. The emergence of the virus will not disappear for at least a hundred years.

To be exact, it is not disappearing, but lurking deep underground.

Therefore, it is impossible to eliminate all viruses where viruses are pervasive.

"Come and have a look. I have toothpaste and anti-inflammatory drugs here. Does anyone want it? Does anyone want it?"

Shouts came from the busy market.

The eyes of those who heard the word toothpaste burst into light.

At the end of the world, most people only think about how to fill their stomachs. Who would think of brushing their teeth.

That many people can't sleep because of the problem of tooth decay.

The daily necessities sold in the supermarket are expensive. Almost no one can buy them except those with zombie beads.

It's no wonder song Fengfu wants to sell expensive. After all, one is less than the other.

"How do you sell toothpaste?" I heard that someone selling toothpaste gathered around the stall and stared at the toothpaste on the stall.

The toothpaste box on this stall has seven or eight new layers. As for the toothpaste inside, it looks like it has not been used.

Lu Jingxuan noticed that the shouting man was Zhao Chen who met in the restaurant before.

Doesn't she have space?

There should be a lot of materials collected in the space. Why do you come here to buy toothpaste?

"Five hundred zombie beads," shouted the man behind the stall.

"Five hundred zombie beads, you rob." Zhao Chen shouted at the boss's words.

The boss frowned at her words. "Miss, the business is voluntary. If you don't want to buy, please get out of the way."

"Boss, how about this small toothpaste with 300 zombie beads? Do you sell it?" Zhao Chen thought that he had not brushed his teeth for a long time, and he didn't know how many dental stones were born in the teeth.

In the past, when she was a young lady, she would wash her teeth or have a beauty salon every once in a while.

But now let alone beauty, it is difficult to simply wash your teeth.

But there was only food that she collected after the end of the world in her space.

"Young lady, are you kidding? Three hundred zombie beads are not as good as my own." the boss looked at her. She was beautiful, but the yellow teeth made people dare not look.

"Boss, the price is easy to discuss. Five hundred zombie beads are really too expensive." Zhao Chen thought that there were only more than three thousand zombie beads left in his space. If you change a toothpaste, the rest is not enough for her to change other necessities.

The boss looked around and only Zhao Chen asked about the toothpaste. Would she be the only one who would buy it?

"Miss, I worked hard to get this toothpaste. Five hundred zombie beads are not expensive anymore. You know, this toothpaste can be used for at least two months if you save it."

The boss sighed that it was too difficult to earn some zombie beads.

Two months later, after struggling for a while, Zhao Chen finally bit his teeth, "buy five hundred zombie beads and then five hundred zombie beads."

"Deal." the boss readily took 500 zombie beads from Zhao Chen, weighed them, and then put them on the scale.

Seeing that the weight was almost the same, he checked again to make sure it was the zombie bead and handed the toothpaste to the person in front of him.

Zhao Chen checked the toothpaste. After confirming that it was not opened, he put it into the space with satisfaction.

One toothpaste can sell up to 500 zombie beads, which is really an unexpected price.

Thinking of the toothpaste advertised in the supermarket as one of 800 zombie beads, no wonder it only sold a few.

This is because these people exist, it is difficult to raise prices.

Song Fengfu thought of this and stroked her forehead sadly.