The System Asked Me to Open a Big Hotel in the End of the World

The doomsday sky seemed to be cursed by boundless darkness, and the lead clouds rolled endlessly like raging waves, crushing heavily on the dying city. The strong wind roared like a ferocious beast, tearing apart everything in the world crazily, and the cold raindrops were like dense artillery shells, mercilessly bombarding this desolate land. In the streets and alleys of the city, zombies are wandering like walking corpses, and they emit low and terrifying roars from their throats. The sound is like the howling of evil spirits from hell, which is creepy. Some zombies had mutilated limbs, with rotten flesh hanging precariously on their bones, pus and blood flowing down their bodies, leaving disgusting traces on the ground. Some zombies' eyes were bulging and bloodshot, and they rushed towards any sign of life crazily. Comfortable but lazily curled up in his once warm but now slightly messy home. His face, as delicate as a porcelain doll, was now full of sorrow, his brows were slightly frowned, his bright eyes were filled with helplessness, and his pink lips were slightly lowered. Although he was 26 years old, he looked like a 16-year-old boy. His black hair was a little messy, but it didn't affect his handsomeness at all. She was wearing loose and comfortable home clothes, which were already wrinkled in some places. An Yi said to himself: "What can we do? There is less and less food, but it is too troublesome to go out to find food." His voice was laziest and helpless, and his face was full of boredom. A mysterious and ethereal voice that seemed to have a metallic texture exploded in his mind: "Bind the system and open an apocalyptic hotel.