After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 147

"Do you like bald heads?"

Ni Yangzhou looked at the top of his black hair, which had a very natural whorl on it.

The young man held the tweezers in his hand, imagined what he would look like without hair, and said with a depressed look, "I don't like it. It seems too compassionate."

The man hummed and said, "I don't like it either."

"Ok."

Ni Yangzhou said nothing more. He directly took out a bottle of iodine from the space and poured some on the wound on the back of the head. The brown-red potion flowed down the neck and into the man's collar.

"What is it?"

When the wind blows, a cool feeling comes to the place where the potion passes.

Ni Yangzhou took back the iodine bottle with a swish: "My saliva."

The man laughed angrily, and the smell of ethanol came with the wind. Yin Jiazhu turned around and glanced at Ni Yangzhou's face: "Thank you, use it sparingly."

"You're welcome."

Ni Yangzhou opened his eyes and lied: "I'll talk less and save it."

After the two men treated their wounds, they finally went into the house and started getting things.

Yin Jiazhu was very purposeful. He went straight to the living room and the master bedroom. When he came out, he had a walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, a rifle on his back, and in one hand he was holding the heavy safe he had seen in the abandoned factory.

With this scene, Ni Yangzhou knew what the box should be called - an ammunition box.

The leather shoes were replaced with long boots for easy walking, and he wore brown-green wear-resistant pants and a black vest. There was blood on the hands and face of the man that had not been washed off in time. He looked like a completely different species from the man who was wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen just now.

Yin Jiazhu came out with some things and was about to go to the kitchen to find some food when he saw Ni Yangzhou sitting on the middle table with a small pot of noodles in his hand. He was eating the noodle soup that had not been served yet, without even raising his head.

In the kitchen, the two bags of food that had been brought in earlier had disappeared.

Yin Jiazhu raised his eyebrows and sat next to Ni Yangzhou.

"Big brother."

Ni Yangzhou heard the voice but didn't look up.

“This noodle is really delicious.”

"eat more."

Yin Jiazhu watched the other person drink up the whole pot of noodle soup and wiped his mouth with great satisfaction.

"Where are the ingredients in our kitchen? I'll make some more."

Ni Yangzhou opened his eyes wide and said, "No, I'm full."

The man looked at him: "I haven't eaten yet."

Ni Yangzhou smiled and produced a steamed meat bun from his hand, which was still steaming hot: "I'll treat you to some."

Yin Jiazhu looked at the young man performing magic, put down the box, took the cake, and finished the fight in just a few bites.

"Brother, eat slowly and savor it carefully. There isn't much in this."

Yin Jiazhu nodded: "I can do it if there is meat and noodles, don't feel bad."

After saying that, he pointed around with his chin and asked, "Anything else you want?"

Ni Yangzhou felt that the death of Roujiamo was unjust, just like a cow chewing on a peony or swallowing a date whole.

"…Yes, I went to get it?"

Yin Jiazhu nodded without asking any unnecessary questions. He opened the ammunition box and took out some commonly used ammunition and put them in his pocket. He said, "Take this with you, too. Does it feel heavy?"

Ni Yangzhou shook his head, glanced at the man with a normal expression, and said, "No feeling."

After saying this, he reached out his hand in front of Yin Jiazhu, and the ammunition box disappeared from the spot with a "whoosh".

Yin Jiazhu watched the whole process without seeming too surprised. He just commented, "Great."

Ni Yangzhou chuckled and said, "Isn't that impressive? Actually, I am a god."

The man looked at him and said in a gentle voice: "Little fairy."

Ni Yangzhou felt a little embarrassed when he heard that. "Space, you know, it only recognizes me as its master. If I die, the space will be gone. I stocked up some things in advance."

Yin Jiazhu nodded: "Okay, thank you Zhouzhou for telling my brother."

The young man still felt awkward after listening to it, and stood up: "Then big brother, I will go and collect it. If you want to put it in the space, tell me."

Without waiting for the man to nod, Ni Yangzhou ran into the bedroom with large windows that he had just been to.

Yin Jiazhu's sight followed the young man as he disappeared around the corner.

The large window in the bedroom was not deformed either, but the scenery outside the window changed from vast and distant mountains to huge and lush petals.

In the yellowish pollen, the colors are as intense as a Monet painting.

Ni Yangzhou did not buy any clothes when he went shopping, only one or two sets of replacements. One reason was that time was tight and he didn't have enough time. The other was that when it came to the end of the world, no one would want any fashion clothes at first. Only when the weather got cold would people snatch them away to use as fuel.

Ni Yangzhou originally wanted to collect them later.

But there is no rush now, so you can take a look.

Ni Yangzhou opened the small door on the side and found a walk-in closet. Looking around, he saw only light-colored clothes and shoes.

The young man looked in the mirror, then took out a shirt and tried it on himself. It was a little loose and fit perfectly.

Ni Yangzhou was about to go out with his shirt in his hand when Yin Jiazhu followed him to the bedroom door.

"Brother, are you following me?"

Yin Jiazhu half leaned against the door frame: "The data your mother gave me."

Ni Yangzhou frowned, said nothing, walked in and put away the shoes, socks and some comfortable sports clothes. The brown, gray and green clothes that were similar to the colors of the plants were also put into the space, and the clothes of other colors were left untouched.

“Are there any large racks?”

Ni Yangzhou's things were piled up randomly in the yard in the space, not arranged neatly. Although he could transfer the items to his hands with just a thought, the stacking took up a lot of space, which was a bit wasteful.

Yin Jiazhu followed Ni Yangzhou out: "It's in the garage."

"Where's the garage?"

The man tiptoed downward.

"Huh..." Ni Yangzhou let out a breath and looked down along the window. The distance of more than ten floors seemed as far as the distance from the Tang Dynasty to India.

"Our mission is to successfully return to the garage on the first floor. We will be rewarded with a set of large shelves."

Ni Yangzhou talked to himself to encourage himself.

"Is there a rope?"

The man also estimated the distance.

Ni Yangzhou walked around the small building to make sure there was nothing else to bring. Hearing this, he pulled out a large set of heavy safety ropes from the space, which were five-point protection ropes:

"Yes, but only one set."

Yin Jiazhu nodded: "Put on your clothes, I'll be downstairs, let's go down."

"Brother, can you do it?"

Ni Yangzhou looked at the muscles on the other person's arm and felt a little worried.

Yin Jiazhu began to pull the rope: "Okay."

The rope was long enough, and Yin Jiazhu wrapped one end around the pillar of the house and the trunk of the wisteria tree to make sure it was secure, then began to wrap the rope around his waist and wrists.

"No, brother, no need."

Ni Yangzhou looked at the man's behavior and did not have the slightest thought of retreating in fear or letting himself go first. He very naturally wanted to lead the way for him, as if it was supposed to be so.

I made up my mind, thinking that this little information wouldn't matter, so I stopped him in time and said, "Put it on and take me with you."

As he said this, he handed the safety suit in his hand to Yin Jiazhu.

"You may not be able to hold or carry it steadily in the air. It's not safe. Wear it."

"is not what it means."

Yin Jiazhu raised his head and the young man was also looking at him. Their eyes met. A light breeze blew by and Ni Yangzhou sneezed.

The next second, the person suddenly disappeared, and an enamel cup fell to the ground with a clang.

A muffled voice came from the enamel cup:

"Brother, hold me tight, don't let me fall."

"I'm afraid of heights."