Chapter 150

"In my experience, although the wind is very powerful and terrible, it is not enough to overturn or blow the five storey building we live in. Don't worry too much." Zhou Mingliang comforted everyone after observing.

But after the bridge was broken just now, people didn't seem to believe what he said. Everyone's face was full of fear and despair.

Even Lord Liu said that he was resigned to fate. What could be worse than this?

"Who used to live along the coast and have the experience of avoiding and surviving in hurricanes? What should you do now?" Zhang Shengli asked the crowd. Obviously, he didn't take what Zhou Mingliang said seriously.

The players looked at each other. It seemed that no player had this life experience, so Zhang Shengli looked at several local survivors. They live here. It's impossible that they haven't met this kind of weather once, right?

"I do remember several typhoons coming from the sea, but before the disaster, there was no one as powerful as today. When there was a typhoon in the past, the big deal was to close the door and avoid the door and reduce going out." Zhou Mingliang saw Zhang Shengli look over, so he took the initiative to answer him.

"Master Liu, should we go downstairs? Maybe it would be better to hide at the bottom?" Zhang Shengli suggested to Liu Qian.

"You'd better not open the door. The wind in the stairwell should be very strong. Maybe it can blow people away. Listen to me. Just hide here and close the doors and windows. It's OK. The wind will stop in a few minutes or more. We'll be fine." Zhou Mingliang vowed and then said a few words.

Unexpectedly, the tornado gave Zhou Liangming a lot of face this time. After his voice fell, suddenly the wind really stopped. The building is no longer shaking, the windows are no longer buzzing, and there is no longer anything hitting the building. Everything around the body has become extremely quiet, so quiet that people feel a little abnormal, and even doubt whether they are in a dream at the moment.

"Look! What's the situation?" A player who sneaked to the window and looked outside couldn't help shouting to the others.

Others carefully leaned over and looked out of the window. At this time, what happened outside shocked Liu Qian and everyone's eyes and hearts again... More than 100 meters away from the building. Countless zombies, broken car wreckage and some sundries form a huge curtain wall, which is moving.

The curtain wall is moving in the direction of the building.

In this way, the curtain wall covers all the views outside the window, blocking the sky and the sun, from the clouds to the ground, making the already dim light dim for a few minutes. It seemed as if it was late at night.

"This tornado may have formed around us, but now it is really formed. We are right in the wind outlet of the tornado, so we can't feel the wind. But when we leave the wind outlet soon, there will be a wave of huge impact and shaking on the building. If we can survive that wave of shaking, we will certainly survive after the tornado passes by It's too late. " Zhou Mingliang speculated again in the tone of an expert.

Zhou Mingliang's statement is unreliable. I have to put it aside first. I have to say that this person's psychological quality is super first-class, or his brain is poor. At this time, he still doesn't feel too nervous and afraid.

Liu Qian looked at the zombies and car curtain walls that were getting thicker and closer to the building, and his heart beat again to more than 200 times per minute. Just now, the tornado was just initially formed, so when the building was shrouded in the huge air inlet, it just encountered some minor impact and shaking.

But now this tornado has really formed, and has great power and destructive power. When the air outlet leaves the building body. The huge curtain wall formed by those cars and zombies will certainly hit the building. At that time, everything will not be as easy as Zhou Mingliang said just now.

In this situation, if you don't do anything and continue to listen to fate, today, you may really be buried here!

"Everybody leave the window and go to that room!" Liu Qian yelled at the people, then called Yinhe to rush into the room he chose... It should be the family's sundry storage room, which is more than 20 square meters, with only one wooden door and no windows.

Now all players and survivors have formed a conditioned reflex on Liu Qian's command. No one has any doubts after he issued the command. Immediately rushed into the room with him.

When more than a dozen players and survivors all entered the utility room, Liu Qian suddenly pushed a locker against the wall behind the door, firmly against the door, and then asked everyone to hold the locker together.

Just finished all this. The next moment, the building shook violently again. This time, the shaking was much more violent than last time. There were huge and terrible sounds everywhere.

Hiding in the utility room, it can be clearly heard that the windows of the living room and room outside burst one by one, and then it seems that something else hit and fell heavily on the ground of the living room, making a very harsh sound. From time to time, the building body also heard a violent impact sound, accompanied by these impact sounds. The whole building shook even more.

A lot of dust and debris fell from the ceiling, and the walls of the room made a terrible sound, and then there were dozens of cracks. It seemed that the whole building would collapse at any time and bury the people.

After the window outside burst, the door of the utility room began to make some strange sounds, just like someone pulling the door outside. There was no electricity, so there was no light in the utility room. They stayed in the room with the door closed. It was dark all around, as if they had entered the middle of the night.

Everyone crowded together and trembled. They just instinctively obeyed Liu Qian's orders and stubbornly resisted the lockers to prevent the door from being hit by some foreign object. Doing so may be meaningless at all. It's just a kind of psychological comfort, but now all they can do is this.

Whether we can live or not can only be resigned to fate.

The palpitating shaking and impact of the building lasted more than ten minutes before slowly weakening. Someone lit the lighter in the dark. Under the weak light of the fire, his head was covered with dust debris, extremely embarrassed, faces of great fear and despair, and then there were the wall skins falling off the ceiling and wall and countless terrible cracks. (to be continued.)