The apocalypse struck, and I became a druid.

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"Ugh... I'm so hungry!!"

He wasn't woken up by his biological clock, but by hunger!

A burning hunger pang shot through my stomach.

Han Ning grimaced as he sat up to check his spiritual energy reserves.

[Spiritual Power: 15/15]

Chapter 7 Sweeping the Building

When I woke up, my spiritual power was fully restored.

He rubbed his eyes, went into the kitchen, looked at the few supplies left, cooked a fist-sized bowl of rice on the portable gas stove, without adding any seasoning, and mechanically chewed it, feeling the meager energy brought by the starch breaking down in his mouth.

He broke the last half of the compressed biscuit into pieces and swallowed it with the last few mouthfuls of water.

The food will last for a few more days.

There were less than six bottles of water left.

We must find a water source today!

Before setting off, Han Ning did a final check of the equipment in his backpack:

A set of hammers for picking locks, a screwdriver, a bottle of water, a first-aid bandage, painkillers, half a roll of duct tape, and wire.

And... a spare kitchen knife in his hand.

Confirmed.

He walked to the security door, slowly turned the doorknob, and opened it a crack.

Han Ning's gaze swept across the empty corridor, finally landing on the closed door of room 701 next door.

The operation a few days ago was so rushed that he didn't have time to thoroughly search all the rooms on this floor.

Now that he's stronger, he plans to start searching for supplies on his own floor.

Unlike the first time, Han Ning did not hesitate. He decisively stepped out of the room, wading through the puddles, and headed towards room 701.

The door was tightly closed, and the keyhole was intact.

He tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge.

I pressed my ear against the door; there was only deathly silence inside.

Instead of trying to force the lock open, Han Ning placed his palm on the barely perceptible gap between the bottom of the security door and the ground.

puff~

A faint green light flashed, and a vine as thin as a fishing line slithered into the crevice.

It was like Han Ning's finger extending, slowly crawling upwards along the door, finally touching the lock and pulling it down.

With a click, the door opened.

A pungent smell of dust hit me.

A flashlight beam swept across the room, revealing it to be empty, with thick white sheets covering the furniture, indicating it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Han Ning searched around inside, but there was nothing to eat.

Finally, there's 702.

Just as he arrived at the door of 702.

A very faint sound came through the heavy door.

It wasn't the sound of rain, nor the sound of wind.

Is that... a human voice?

It sounded like two people were arguing urgently in low, broken, and indistinct voices.

Han Ning leaned his head against the door, listening intently.

"The water... is almost gone..."

"...Outside...there are...too many monsters..."

"...Wait...a few more days."

"Mom, I'm hungry!"

"Wow!"

He's a survivor!

Should we try to communicate with them and exchange some supplies?

"Never mind..." After hesitating for a moment, Han Ning turned and walked towards the stairwell.

Judging from the conversation inside the room, they must also be lacking supplies.

He didn't want to be a burglar who broke into homes.

Han Ning searched every room on the first floor, but the results were very disappointing.

But it wasn't all bad news; at least he hadn't seen any of the crocodile lizards today.

Han Ning walked into the stairwell and carefully observed the direction of the stairs going up and down.

After confirming that there were no roaming crocodile lizards, he chose to go upstairs.

The reason is simple: the higher the floor, the lower the probability of encountering a crocodile lizard.

The layout of the corridor on the eighth floor is the same as that on the seventh floor, with four households per floor, but the water level seems to be lower.

The light was also dimmer.

He first tried room 801, pushed the door open, and found no one living there.

Room 802, the same.

Room 803... The door was locked when his hand gripped the cold doorknob.

Following the same method, Han Ning used the vines to open the door.

The moment the door opened.

A strong smell, mixed with the slight stench of rotting food, wafted out.

"The stench of rotting food."

Han Ning sniffed, a surge of joy welling up inside him. He quickly slipped into the room and gently closed the door behind him.

The room was pitch black, and the curtains were tightly drawn.

There was no monster attack as expected, nor the terrified screams of the survivors.

The beam of a flashlight swept across the living room, revealing a cozy and inviting suite.

There were some snack wrappers and empty beverage bottles scattered on the coffee table, and a crumpled blanket on the sofa.

Han Ning endured the stench and walked step by step toward the kitchen.

A high-end double-door refrigerator immediately comes into view.

Open the refrigerator.

An indescribable, mixed odor wafted towards me.

It was a mixture of the cloying sweetness of overripe fruit, the sour stench of rotten vegetables, and the fishy odor of spoiled meat.

It smells bad, as bad as it may.

But the refrigerator is full.

No, to be more precise, it was packed full!

Inside the refrigerator's crisper drawer, various plastic bags containing fruits and vegetables were piled up together, many of which had turned black, grown mold, and were oozing viscous juice.

Several apples were mostly rotten, and a bag of cucumbers had slumped and melted inside the plastic bag.

A dozen unopened bottles of milk and yogurt were crammed into a corner, but the containers were already slightly bulging.

Opening the freezer door reveals an even wider variety of food inside.

It was stuffed with all sorts of sealed meats, frozen fish, frozen dumplings, glutinous rice balls...

Because it is a low-temperature frozen food, and it is also very well sealed.

Even if the power is off, you are in a closed space where the temperature does not easily dissipate, and the room temperature here is not high.

Some of the packaging bags still had a thin layer of frost on them.

"Hmm? Where am I?"

Han Ning glanced casually at one side of the refrigerator.

Surprisingly, there was also a small storage room inside the kitchen.

The door to the storage room was open, but there was no smell of rotting food inside.

He raised his hand and shone the beam of his flashlight into the storage room.

In the corner, four unopened vacuum-packed bags of rice were neatly stacked.

Each bag is a standard 10kg pack.

On the shelf next to it were several sealed jars of dried goods such as mushrooms, wood ear fungus, and daylily.

Several unopened packs of noodles, several boxes of self-heating rice, several packs of compressed biscuits, and even several canned goods (luncheon meat and black bean dace).

There were two plastic storage boxes on the ground, one containing unopened seasonings such as salt, sugar, soy sauce, and vinegar.

In the innermost part against the wall, there was a pile of mineral water bottles half the height of the wall, as well as various beverages.

"Holy crap..."

Even though Han Ning was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Perhaps influenced by some inexplicable event a couple of years ago, and the fact that the house owner is a hoarder who likes to stockpile supplies, the house has a lot of supplies stored up.

I just don't know why he didn't come back.