Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

Lin Hai and Sun Qi took the tent from the car. The tent was made of special materials. Although the edges and corners were badly worn and there were a few traces of repairs on the fabric, it was still sturdy and durable.

The two men dragged the tent to a relatively flat ground and began to clean up the surrounding debris.

Stones and dead branches were picked up one by one and thrown aside, raising a cloud of dust.

The air was filled with a dry scent, as if even breathing had the roughness of sand.

"This place is not bad, at least there is not much danger." Sun Qi said while panting, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead and dripping onto the dusty ground, instantly creating a small hole.

Lin Hai smiled and wiped the sweat off his face. The sweat left a clear mark on his cheek:

"Yeah, I can finally take a breath. But this brace feels heavier and heavier. Have you been lazy and not exercising recently?"

Sun Qi snorted, a hint of unwillingness to admit defeat flashed in his eyes:

"Don't give me that. When we have some free time, let's have a fight. Don't show any mercy then."

The two chatted and laughed as they laboriously assembled the tent's frame.

The bracket is made of metal. After being exposed to wind, sun and rain for a long time, some parts have rusted and turned into a mottled brown color, but fortunately it can still be used normally.

Although their movements were a little tired and their arms were shaking slightly from the effort, they were mostly skilled.

The splicing of each part appears to be orderly, as if it has been repeated countless times.

The tent gradually took shape, like a small fortress, standing out particularly in this barren land.

Lin Hai patted the tent cloth and nodded with satisfaction:

"Okay, finally we have a place to shelter from the wind and rain tonight."

Zhou Mei and Chai Yutong were organizing the food on the side.

They unloaded several boxes of compressed biscuits and canned food from the car. Some of the food packaging had been worn out, revealing the dry biscuits inside; the iron sheets of the cans also had many scratches.

Although there are not many types, they are precious supplies in this doomsday world.

"This can seems a little deformed. I don't know if it's still edible." Zhou Mei picked up a can and said with a frown. She shook the can gently, and a dull sound came out from inside.

Chai Yutong took a look and said:

"Put it aside for now and check it carefully later. If it's inedible, don't waste it."

The two sorted the food and arranged it neatly, preparing to distribute it to others later.

Although it was only a short night, in this doomsday world, every bite of food seemed extremely precious.

Shao Guang and Qin Zimo patrolled and stood guard around the camp, armed with weapons.

Their eyes were vigilantly observing the surroundings, not missing any movement.

Shao Guang walked in front, his steps were light and steady, every step was silent, the gun in his hand was ready to shoot at any time, his finger lightly on the trigger.

Qin Zimo followed behind, his eyes constantly scanning the surrounding environment, from the weeds to the broken walls, leaving no place untouched. The dagger in his hand flashed coldly in the moonlight, the blade was sharp, as if waiting for danger to come.

"Be careful, although it looks peaceful here, I don't know if there will be any danger." Shao Guang said in a low voice, his voice low and steady, like muffled thunder coming from his chest.

Qin Zimo nodded, his hair swaying gently as he moved: "Don't worry, I won't take it lightly."

The two kept a certain distance, echoing each other and forming a solid line of defense.

Their figures were elongated in the moonlight, as if blending into this barren land.

Potato and Gyro also helped.

Potato used his keen sense of smell to sniff around the camp, his nose twitching constantly, trying to spot potential danger.

If he senses something unusual, he pricks up his ears and lets out a soft whimper.

The gyroscope used its tiny tentacles to deftly grab small objects, taking every step carefully for fear of dropping them.

Although her movements seemed clumsy, they were full of seriousness, as if she was contributing her own strength to this makeshift camp.