"How am I still alive?"
The Fatty was still muttering in a state of shock nearby. Guard Old Zhang was just as jumpy. After all, the space beneath the desk was far too cramped, and with the curtains draped over it, that suffocating feeling of being trapped in the dark and knowing nothing was unbearable.
The only exceptions were Zhang Yang and Qin Mingyue.
Zhang Yang went without saying, but this young guard brother, Qin Mingyue, who looked like an uncle and was actually infinitely close to being one in age, was truly remarkable. Not just anyone could notice Zhang Yang's tiny movement of checking his watch in such a crowded, dark, tense, and unknown environment.
"Make me a wooden spear too, Carpenter."
Another wooden mop was handed over.
Zhang Yang said nothing. The utility knife danced up and down in his hands. Carving wooden spears was what he was best at.
As time gradually passed, the moment of the first wave of apocalyptic attacks mentioned in the Apocalyptic Village Building Order finally arrived.
At that instant, even though Zhang Yang and the others were hiding in the Guard Room, with the desk and curtains between them and the outside, they could clearly feel the world outside suddenly blaze with light, as if the sun had exploded.
The terrifying brightness vanished, and a strange sound rang out again. Then everything fell silent.
"Did you hear anything?"
Zhang Yang asked, but his main focus was on the Fatty. With such a strong resistance to demonic influence, this fellow was a promising prospect. After all, for some people, a small dose of demonic-language contamination was actually akin to tempering themselves with demonic energy.
"No. I'm not sure."
The Fatty's face was still pale as he answered with a tremble.
"What happened outside?