In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1503

Yesterday, the boy sat on the sofa, and the two twin girls hung on him like koalas, and stared at the long-haired girl who was wearing an apron and cooking.

Asuka angrily put her hands on her waist, puffed up her cheeks, and pointed at the twins with her right hand.

"They are obviously your sisters! Why do they always pester you? I am your girlfriend!"

Lin-chan and Ai-chan hugged Yuji tightly, and said in unison: "Lin-chan (Ai-chan) will not give her brother to you!"

At this time, Yuji, as the male protagonist, smiled helplessly.

Zhang Yi touched his nose. Why is this scene so familiar?

But this is not what he cares about.

Yesterday, he remembered that he cut a wound on Yuji's body.

But looking at him again, the wound has disappeared!

"Are these Edo residents unable to kill except for the ghosts that act at night? Even the damage caused to them will disappear with the arrival of daylight?"

Zhang Yi frowned, very confused.

But soon, he saw something that made his eyes sharp.

There was a pool of blood on the floor in front of the sofa.

This was left by Zhang Yi yesterday, proving that Yuji was indeed injured by Zhang Yi.

Unlike the Slit-mouthed Woman and the Wheel-entertaining Path.

After they were wiped out, even the biological tissues taken away would disappear and re-form their bodies.

These residents of Edo Castle are not the same as the ghosts at night.

"Since it is not reset, it must have the ability to heal itself."

Zhang Yi touched his chin, "Next time, try to kill someone! See if he can still survive."

Zhang Yi did not plan to do it now, because he had other things to do next.

So he shuttled out of the house and took Yang Xinxin and Zhou Ke'er with him.

"Let's go!"

After leaving, he told them what he saw and heard.

"Are they really alive?"

Zhou Ke'er asked such a question.

"They will become motionless puppets after nightfall, and the damage they suffered at night will recover when day comes. No matter how you look at it, they are no longer ordinary humans!"

She looked at the huge Edo City and felt a chill that penetrated her bones.

"Could it be that all the people in Edo have died long ago? And then they are controlled by some powerful alien and exist in a false form!"

Zhang Yi touched his chin and nodded, "It is indeed possible. At least from the situation yesterday and today, they are actually repeating the same activities. It's just like... ghosts!"

...

In the other direction of Edo City, Fatty Xu, Uncle You, and Huahua came to the tavern of yesterday again.

The shocking scene of yesterday is still vivid at this time.

They remember that the terrifying black ghost hand destroyed the tavern. Logically, so many people died with it, which must have caused some panic.

But when they came here again, they saw a scene that surprised them.

The original tavern was indeed destroyed, but the ruins were still there.

But there was no human corpse in the ruins!

"Where did all those corpses go? Strange, this is really strange!"

Fat Xu's face turned pale.

At this moment, Uncle You pointed to the corner of the street not far away.

"Chun Lei, look there!"

Fat Xu looked along Uncle You's hand and saw that the same bar appeared again on the other side of the street.

It was obviously built temporarily. It seemed to be a roasted bird restaurant. The original tavern sign replaced the roasted bird restaurant sign. Because it was hung in a hurry, it was still a little crooked.

Fat Xu swallowed his saliva, "Uncle You, let's go and take a look!"

"Okay."

Uncle You didn't waste any words, and the two walked towards the new tavern.

The waiter who opened the door to greet them was still the same as yesterday, and then the mama-san in a white kimono came to greet them enthusiastically and asked what kind of girl they liked.

And here, Fat Xu saw the hostess whose head he accidentally knocked off yesterday.

She was still wearing revealing clothes, looking at Fatty Xu charmingly, with her neck tightly closed without any signs of wounds.

But looking at her pale face, Fatty Xu's blood almost froze!

…

According to the original plan, Deng Shentong and others were active around the Daliangdu Museum.

Zhang Yi brought Mu Yan, Zhou Ke'er and Yang Xinxin directly to the Daliangdu Museum.

He took Zhou Ke'er and Yang Xinxin into the shadow, and after confirming the interior space of the Daliangdu MuseumAfterwards, a space shuttle came to the restroom of the museum.

Zhang Yi pushed open the door of the restroom, came to the sink, and adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror. Make sure that he looks no different from the Edo residents here, and then step into the corridor of the museum.

The Daliangdu National Museum is one of the largest museums in Japan. It displays a large number of ancient cultural relics from Japan and collected from overseas.

Among them, a considerable number are from Huaxu Country.

Zhang Yi pretended to walk into the exhibition hall as if nothing had happened. According to the map, there is an area dedicated to displaying Huaxu Country cultural relics.

During the day, the number of tourists here is not small, and people can be seen everywhere commenting on each cultural relic.

Zhang Yi walked forward slowly.

He had never heard of many cultural relics here, but he could recognize them from Huaxu Country at a glance.

Bronze ware, ink paintings, and some thread-bound ancient books, these are all cultural colors that do not belong to Japan.

Zhang Yi admired these cultural relics through the glass, and he had an impulse to take them all away.

However, this impulse was only fleeting.

It was already the end of the world, and most of the cultural relics had no practical application value.

As the saying goes, antiques in prosperous times are valuable, and gold in troubled times, so in the end of the world, they are dispensable to most people.

Now the most urgent task is to find the target of their trip first, and as for the others, they can be taken away at that time.

Zhang Yi walked all the way in the Chinese Pavilion, looking for the target carefully.

To his surprise, it didn't take long for him to find Wang Shouren's "Xinxue" in an exhibition area that collected ancient books.

It lay quietly in the glass cabinet, as if it had been immersed for hundreds of years, waiting for future generations to welcome it back to the native land like an ancient person.

Zhang Yi slowly walked in front of it and stared at the handwritten traditional Chinese characters on it.

"Is it it?"

Zhang Yi lowered his head and squinted his eyes to carefully examine the lines on it. He didn't have a strong enough spiritual sense to feel the remnants of supernatural powers hundreds of years ago through the glass box.