I sell Coke in the doomsday

My immortality is no longer a secret, and there is no need to hide it.

In full view of everyone, I took a knife and cut the artery in my wrist. Blood gushed out instantly and fell into the basin.

Upon seeing this, everyone hurriedly picked up syringes to suck out the blood from the basin. I felt a little pained watching this scene.

Why has it become so curious?

If I could really restart time and go back to the past, if I wrote my experiences into a novel, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate for children.

In less than two minutes, the wound on my wrist had healed. Looking at the people in front of me who were staring at me eagerly, I had no choice but to cut my wrist with the knife again.

In this way, after repeating this many times, the syringes were finally filled. I looked at the young man next to me with some pain and reminded him out loud.

"Save them for me."

“It hurts.”

Chapter 93: A Rare Relaxation

In a pit on the plain, there were two zombies, basking in the sun, looking lazy and comfortable.

The heavy snow, which took several days to melt away, seriously affected the daily life of these zombies. In order to avoid the disgusting water, the zombies, like small animals, found a dry place before the snow melted and became home-based zombies.

Now, the snow on the ground has completely melted. Although the humidity is very heavy, it can no longer stop the zombies who have been staying here for a long time. These guys appear one after another and start to bask in their favorite sunbath.

"Damn, they're doing much better than us."

A jealous voice came from the slope fifty meters away from the pit. The sourness in the tone made me roll my eyes.

At the bottom of the slope, I hid with those young men who had sufficient ammunition, ready to check their actual combat level.

It's a pity that these young people are too lively, swearing all the time, which makes my ears feel dirty.

Damn, who taught them those dirty words?

Now, these guys actually envied the leisurely daily life of the zombies, with sour looks on their faces and fragrant mouths.

I finally couldn't help but sigh, turned around, and spoke to them calmly.

"Be quiet, everyone. If you attract a zombie tide, I won't save you."

Well, not so peacefully.

I looked at the young people who had quieted down, gestured with my fingers, and asked.

"Who among you wants to go up and try?"

As soon as I finished speaking, the eyes of this group of young fools lit up, and they wanted to rush over and start fighting without saying a word. I hurriedly slapped the leading troublemakers back one by one and said helplessly.

"Are you all placentas? Use your brains! Such a big commotion will really attract a tide of zombies!"

Everyone smiled awkwardly, then turned their backs and discussed for a while before choosing five people by playing rock-paper-scissors as the candidates for the first actual battle.

After a simple warm-up, the five men crouched down and slowly moved towards the pit. Among the five men, two were responsible for keeping an eye on the surrounding situation, while the remaining three, each holding a syringe, moved towards the zombies.

Although these young men did not look very capable, they were quite capable when doing assassin-like things. They kept quiet and did not attract the attention of the three zombies in the pit.

Ten steps, five steps, three steps.

When they were three steps away from the zombies, the three zombies finally noticed something. When they were about to sit up, the three stealth zombies suddenly attacked.

The three men had already discussed their targets. They pounced on a zombie and each of them hugged it, rolling on the ground. At the same time, ignoring the zombies' scratches and bites, they inserted the syringe directly into the zombie's body and pushed the push rod down hard.

During this period, the three zombies opened their mouths and started biting, moving their teeth to wherever they could move their mouths.

I was watching from a distance and felt quite distressed.

These three guys pushed half of the blood in the syringe into the zombie's body with one push. It's such a waste, because the blood in the syringe is my real hard work.

After pushing the blood in the syringe down, the three zombies immediately began to struggle violently, twisting their bodies on the ground in pain, while the three men quickly injected the remaining blood into their own bodies.

This is a rule I taught them. After coming into contact with zombies, no matter if there are obvious scars on the body, they have to give themselves an injection of my blood to prevent themselves from being infected and becoming zombies.

After seeing the success of the five-man team, the group of young people behind me finally couldn't hold back and rushed forward in a swarm, surrounding the three zombies rolling on the ground with excitement and curiosity.

Seeing this, I shook my head and walked over there. The five-man team was sitting on the side, looking very proud, as if they were quite satisfied with their first actual combat.

I walked to the side, looked at the five people, smiled, and asked them.

"First time in actual combat, how do you feel?"

Hearing this, the five people grinned, revealing their not-so-timber teeth, and answered in unison.

"It's great."

"No, according to Boss Jie, it should be."

“It’s fucking awesome.”

Oh, now it’s confirmed. It was really Ajie who taught them to swear.

Looking at the excitement of these five people, I was stunned for a moment, but then I understood.

In the eyes of these young people, the biggest enemy of this doomsday is still these horrible zombies. In their view, zombies are unsolvable enemies with no sense of pain and no fear, and they can only be destroyed by heavy firepower.

But even so, even the slightest scratch still poses the risk of infecting others with the zombie virus. This is an unequal confrontation.

For eleven years, humans have been struggling to survive surrounded by zombies.

Until today, they have seen with their own eyes and done with their own hands things that were previously unimaginable.

Transform zombies into normal humans.

This is naturally a very pleasant thing for them.

When I was about to say something, the three struggling zombies stopped struggling, sat up dazedly, and looked at the people around them with a bewildered look on their faces.

"Boss, how can we be sure that they have really become human?"

A young man pulled me aside and asked.

I thought about it again and again, and still think this question is extremely stupid. To judge whether the other person has turned into a zombie, isn't it enough to just see whether he bites you or not?

Just as I was thinking this, these guys who had nothing better to do started trying their own methods.

They were seen dragging a guy who had just "woken up" and asking with serious expressions.

"Answer my question, what was the turning point of World War II?"

Hearing this, the young man who had just transformed from a zombie into a human was confused and answered somewhat unconfidently.

"Li Yunlong attacks Rhodes Island?"

"..."

To be honest, I really want to ask, was this guy bitten like this by his history teacher?

What’s strange is that this was the correct answer among this group of young people. Next, they grabbed the second person who had woken up and asked.

"Come on, let's have a line relay."

"This Binbin is just lame."

The second person was equally confused, but responded without thinking.

"So you are very brave?"

Well, I have mixed feelings, because I know that after I brought that barely usable laptop to the Shield Base, these young men would often pester Ajie to show them other files in the computer.

But I didn’t know that the computer was filled with such strange things. There was something wrong with the original owner of the computer.

I didn't stop these guys from doing this because it looked quite funny. I haven't heard these bad jokes in years, and it was quite fun to watch them do this.

Finally, it was the third person’s turn, and this time the question was much more aggressive than the previous two.

"Tell me, which one is better, sweet tofu pudding or salty tofu pudding?"

This question may have touched the depths of the third person's soul. He raised his brows, put on a mocking look without thinking, and answered.

"Is salty tofu pudding something that people eat?"

After the words fell, the air suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at each other and made a decision.

"This guy hasn't woken up yet."

"Give me another shot."

Chapter 94: The Riddler (I)

I didn't let the farce continue. I pulled out the three guys who were still confused from the crowd, and then asked this group of energetic young people to start acting in groups.

According to the original arrangement, the fifteen people were divided into three groups, with five people in each group. In addition to syringes filled with blood, I also asked these young people to prepare guns and ammunition.

After all, operating in the zombies' territory is a dangerous job like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth. If you are not careful, it may trigger a terrifying zombie tide. Those guns are used for them to protect themselves and also to send them distress signals.

I will be on standby nearby, and when I hear gunshots, I will immediately rush to the location of the gunshots and rescue them.

In order to minimize the risk, I specifically told these guys to just stay nearby because the zombies here are relatively scattered and not to provoke a group of zombies that they cannot handle.

Afterwards, I took the three guys who had just woken up and returned to the greenhouse. Inside the greenhouse, there were fifteen people who stayed to repair the greenhouse. They were very skillful. They had already taken out all the debris in the greenhouse and were turning over the ground beneath their feet.

I left the three people in their care, then walked out of the greenhouse, found a recliner, and sat down leisurely.

However, just as I sat down, Zi Su came with two people and sat next to me. They grabbed my wrist, cut my artery with a knife, and started bleeding.

Zi Su moved a stool and sat opposite me, carefully observing the blood in the two basins.

As if for the sake of the balance of this gamble, God set my blood to be a strange liquid that would not coagulate, but my wrist, which was constantly healing, still made the bleeding process a little slow.

Zi Su looked at all this and couldn't help but frowning and said to me in a reproachful manner.

"I say, brother, you should be more excited."

"I heard that when people are excited, their blood flow speeds up."

Hearing this, I was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. I rolled my eyes at Zi Su and retorted.

"Who can feel excited when they are bleeding?"

"I'm not a pervert."

Zi Su's eyes rolled, and she seemed to have an idea. She flipped her hand, and before I could react, the cold muzzle of the gun was already against my forehead.

Although I knew I wouldn't die, my body still subconsciously started to get nervous and excited.

"Ah, the blood flow is getting faster."

"See, I told you that when you're excited, the blood will flow faster."

Zi Su was quite proud and put the gun in his hand away. I was so upset about this that I couldn't help but complain.

"I guess it's not exciting anyway."

Zi Su chuckled and started to act stupid. I sighed helplessly, and then started laughing with her.

It can be seen that Zi Su seems to have recovered well and is no longer as dispirited as before. This is something to be happy about.

Today, the sun is shining brightly, and even in this long winter, I can feel a hint of warmth. I sit on a chair, squinting my eyes, and begin to enjoy this rare warmth.

The greenhouse has begun to be repaired, and it won't be long before crops can be grown. As more and more zombies transform into humans, the power of humans will become stronger and stronger.

Those long-forgotten civilizations, arts, and roots passed down for thousands of years will slowly wake up. As long as... as long as we take back the city, we can rebuild our home on the ruins.

Everything seems to be on the right track, and I believe this is a good sign.

While imagining the beautiful future, I slowly fell asleep in the warm sunshine.

During these eleven years, I have had many dreams. Unfortunately, most of them were horrible nightmares. Only very rarely did I have some beautiful dreams.

Ironically, those nightmares always come true like prophecies, at a time I cannot predict, in a way I cannot accept.

I once dreamed that I was lying in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, with the smell of decay all over my body, as if... I had died there too.

And now, the mysterious, prophetic dream comes again.

Compared to previous nightmares, this dream was more abstract.

I walked on the ambiguous light and entered a small room in a daze.

A simple bed, a coffee table, a small black and white TV with very poor quality, and a little me.

I, who looked only ten years old, sat in front of the black and white TV, pressing the handle very seriously, staring at the black and white TV with only a snowy screen.

I had never seen such a dream before. I found it novel and at the same time, it quietly sat beside my younger self.