Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 1046 - 689: The Birth of New Life, The Arrival of Light

Earlier, in the duty room, they couldn't get a good night's sleep. Even when they went back to their rooms, they were still worried about what would happen if the floodwaters came in.

Under such anxiety, they couldn't sleep well.

At this moment, the torrential rain had stopped, and the zombies had retreated. Perhaps in a few days, the floodwaters would also recede.

Their hearts suddenly relaxed.

Tense nerves unwound, and their bodies also relaxed.

In the hall, snores echoed loudly.

When lying down, it's easy to snore.

As Lao Zhou lay down, he felt a wave of heat rising on his back.

It felt incredibly comfortable.

Feeling a bit sleepy, Lao Zhou yawned.

At least fifteen minutes, he thought to himself, now he really wanted a drink.

He resisted falling asleep. He still needed to return to his room to fetch his cherished liquor.

But it felt too comfortable. After days of soaking in the rain, the dampness in his body was severe. Cupping therapy to remove internal moisture would be greatly beneficial.

He concentrated his mind to prevent himself from falling asleep.

Beside him, Ju Tianrui was also lying down. Initially, he was puzzled, observing Lao Zhou's expressions of both discomfort and pleasure.

But he didn't ask. He completely relaxed himself, closed his eyes, and lay comfortably on the wooden stool, falling into a serene sleep.

Ever since leaving Orange Continent, he felt life had become particularly pleasant.

No need to worry about food, no conflicts to fight.

In this Outer City, many people he met were his seniors, intriguing and pleasant to talk to.

Moreover, Li Yu treated them genuinely, regarding them as one of his own.

Additionally, the tall walls here provided them with a deep sense of security.

In the Doomsday, he always felt fortunate to have joined such a place, a good fortune for them all.

Slowly, he drifted into sleep, dreaming sweet dreams.

Dreams of the Big Camphor Tree Base growing stronger, with more and more people...

In the end, Lao Zhou did not fall asleep, keeping track of the time.

Fifteen minutes, no more, no less.

As soon as the time was up, he called softly to Hua Qian not far away, "Master Hua, please help me take off the cupping therapy cups."

Hua Qian had just removed the cups from another person's back and, hearing Lao Zhou's voice, walked over.

"Not going to wait a little longer?" Hua Qian asked.

"Fifteen minutes are up."

Hua Qian looked at him, his white goatee twitching slightly, and smiled, "Haha, alright, let me remove them for you."

With that, he slowly pulled from the edges.

Fizz—

Pop—

Quickly.

The cups on Lao Zhou's back were removed one by one by Hua Qian.

Lao Zhou clasped his hands together toward Hua Qian, expressing gratitude, "Thank you, much appreciated. I'll head off first."

Hua Qian waved his hand and went on to help Old Qin, who had just walked over, with the cupping therapy cups.

Seeing the red marks on Lao Zhou's back, Old Qin laughed and said, "Your speed is quite something."

Lao Zhou chuckled, putting his hands behind his back, and slowly walked toward his room.

Opening the door.

From under his bed, he pulled out a wooden box, one he had crafted himself.

Opening the box, he took out a bottle of Chishui River Baijiu, less than half remaining.

He took a small cup attached to the bottle.

Swallowing a bit, he unscrewed the cap and poured a third of the cup.

This small cup held two liang (about 100 ml).

After pouring a third, he hesitated a bit more and carefully poured a little more.

"Forget it, I should definitely get a bit tipsy this time, otherwise it'd be a waste. Next time, I'll definitely drink less, next time for sure, next time..."

After murmuring to himself, he painfully and reluctantly filled the two-liang cup to about eighty percent full.

Inhaling deeply above the cup.

The aroma of grain, aged over time, exuded a rich fragrance.

He took a tiny sip, letting it flow steadily down his throat.

Whew—

The spiciness expelled, and the warm flow from his stomach surged upward.

It made his scalp tingle comfortably.

He was very careful and slow.

Every sip seemed like savoring an exceptional brew.

But it was just an ordinary bottle of Chishui River sauce-flavored Baijiu.

Fusing the taste of time and grain into the Baijiu.

Drinking not the spiciness, but the settled time, which brought a hint of intoxication, allowing him to transcend the space and time of the moment to converse with another self.

Lao Zhou understood wine, but he never fussed about it.

He was content. With the last sip, he replaced the cup's lid.

Then returned it to the wooden box and slid it back under the bed.

Closing his eyes, he carefully felt the warmth inside his body and the slight blankness in his mind.

He savored this moment of emptiness.

With a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.

......