I sell Coke in the doomsday

"Although I told you before that the world is at the end of the world, you don't have to eat like this."

Before, I told Cangwu everything about this world, such as the sudden collapse of civilized society, the horrific zombie outbreak, and the crazy zombie tide like a sea, which made Cangwu, who called himself an old guy, couldn't help but be amazed.

Cangwu did not stop in response to my advice. After catching another unlucky sparrow, he tore the sparrow's feathers with his hands and said to me.

"It's one of my hobbies."

"Hundreds of years ago, I experienced a famine that was like hell on earth. At that time, I fought with many people for a rat."

"On and off, I ate a lot of small animals, which gave me some more hobbies."

"Like, eating everything edible that comes into my sight."

As he said that, Cangwu smiled bitterly, his eyes were complicated.

"I can't help it. I'm scared of being hungry."

"I once saw a man who, after escaping from the famine, ate three chickens and two ducks, and then died of starvation with a smile on his face."

"When a person is extremely hungry, there is no dignity left."

I was speechless about this. Although I have lived hundreds of years longer than Cangwu, including the time of hundreds of reincarnations, what he had experienced is still beyond my imagination.

Perhaps in order to change the subject, after I remained silent, Cangwu took the initiative to ask me about my next plans.

"Speaking of which, Su Li, what are you going to do next?"

After hearing this, I hesitated for a moment and then answered softly.

"Now, I have a troublesome human stronghold on my hands."

"I have to find a way to get the people in this stronghold back on track, and then wait for the right time to take them away."

"To a place where I will have lots of friends."

The city where Tongtong is and where I will eventually end up.

Chapter 55: Time Flies

The Muwu Forest is a moving forest with countless wild beasts roaming in it. The trees cover the sky, making it impossible to tell the direction.

Of course, all of this is just rumors I heard from people, and it turns out that rumors are not much more reliable than the taste of Pepsi.

When I walked with Cangwu in the Muwu Forest, I didn't feel that it was difficult to walk there. At least there were no obstacles in the direction. Moreover, the ferocious and numerous wild beasts that were rumored to be there were only squirrels and birds left, and they were all eaten by Cangwu.

Even so, the dense forest was still not easy to walk through. After spending nearly three hours, I finally took Cangwu out of the forest and returned to the cabin where we started, the cabin that once belonged to Song Ji.

The narrow wooden house barely provided space for two people. Two grown men, Cangwu and I, were squeezed together, and the feeling was a little indescribable.

The night was getting darker, but neither Cangwu nor I seemed to be sleepy. We kept our eyes open, staring straight at the dark roof. Perhaps because he felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, Cangwu could not stand the silence and suddenly took the initiative to ask me a question.

"There's a familiar smell here. Do you know who left this wooden house?"

I thought about it and told him the whole story of Song Ji. After listening to it, Cangwu looked as if he had suddenly understood something and muttered to himself.

"I see. No wonder I feel a familiar atmosphere here."

Although Cangwu understood, I was still confused. There was no other smell in the room except the strange smell left by the dried meat. What did this guy smell?

"Why, do you know Song Ji?"

Cangwu shook his head as a matter of course, pondered for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"I don't know him, but every child created from my genes feels familiar to me."

"Like... my own clone."

At this point, Cangwu seemed to be interested. I didn't ask any questions, so he continued talking.

"This is a side effect of my immortality. Unlike you, my immortality is just barely there, and it has many side effects."

"Every time a monster I create is born, my healing ability will weaken a bit."

"So, as long as the Eden Organization continues its experiments, sooner or later, I will become an ordinary mortal."

"It's just that this process may take hundreds of years."

Side effects, I have heard this word many times from Cangwu's mouth. Those two consciousnesses do not have perfect abilities, so the abilities given to them are always struggling on the barely qualified line, and they also come with many side effects.

For example, my mimicry ability can directly consume the physical strength of my immortal body, but it is not a perfect ability.

But compared to the cost, this ability is worth it.

So, can I really hope that after everything is over, those two bastards will give me a happy ending?

I hate tragedy. No matter how many bloody tragedies I have seen happen in front of me, I still hate it, especially my own tragedy.

I stared at the roof, and deep in my heart, I suddenly had some expectations that I shouldn't have.

Can someone as arrogant and shallow as me also have a...happy ending?

If it is really possible, I would like to believe that those two cubs gave birth once.

I fantasized and yearned for that somewhat unrealistic happy ending, and slowly fell asleep with the wind whistling outside the window.

……

The next day, early morning.

I forcefully woke up Cangwu who still wanted to sleep in. This guy's biological clock was completely broken during the time he was imprisoned.

When I saw Cangwu following me with dark circles under his eyes, looking sleepy and confused, I couldn't help but start to doubt.

This guy...isn't he just a loser who has lived for hundreds of years?

I thought I had picked up a treasure. In my imagination, he should be a man with rich experience who could solve my problems with just a few words.

But the reality is, this guy is never satisfied with anything he eats, is not good at anything he does, has very sophisticated and selfish values, and he is really a crouching dragon.

It’s a pity that this name “Wolong” is not a compliment.

Finally, when I pulled this guy into the car, during the boring journey, I tried to ask him about his experience in growing food. As a result, this guy spread his hands and said with confidence.

"No, I don't know how to do that."

I was very angry and retorted immediately.

"No, you have lived for so many years, haven't you ever grown crops?"

Hearing this, Cangwu became even more confident and replied directly.

"No, you can't remember the memories from twenty years ago, let alone my memories from hundreds of years ago."

I can, but it's because of the abilities I've acquired that are literally impossible for a normal person to remember.

What this guy said makes some sense, but I still feel a little unwilling, so I can only retort.

"No, why do you say no?"

"..."

The time along the way was basically wasted like this, and I still couldn't figure out what the use of this guy Cangwu was. His image in my eyes collapsed quickly and he became a bastard who cheated for food and drinks.

By the time I drove back to the Corpse God Cult's base, I had completely given up on Cangwu. His existence almost perfectly proved that statement.

As long as I am a waste, no one can take advantage of me.

After returning to the Corpse God Cult, my life returned to normal again, and the Corpse God Cult also began to develop step by step.

I distributed the seeds I brought back to experienced people in the base, and they started sowing crops. To this end, I went outside the base and collected a lot of agricultural machinery that could still be used.

At the weekend, as I instructed, we started to re-educate the children in the base, and people became busy.

It looked like a thriving place, and the entire base began to expand slowly.

The weeds and garbage in the stronghold were cleaned up, order was restored and people were protected.

Time flies like an arrow.

Before we knew it, a year had passed. At the end of the second year of the apocalypse, when heavy snow blocked the roads, guns and ammunition began to become increasingly abundant.

Human settlements, large and small, now equipped with guns and ammunition, began to work harder to explore the world outside their settlements.

Then, without exception, several surrounding strongholds all set their sights on the Corpse God Cult's stronghold.

In fact, during this year, I have visited those human strongholds and delivered a lot of supplies to them.

But when they got guns and ammunition, they pointed their guns at us.

There are many reasons. Because of my presence, the Corpse God Cult's stronghold has no problem with all kinds of supplies, so it has developed very quickly.

The surrounding human settlements had a consensus that the Corpse God Cult had almost everything except guns.

Although it is helpless, it is indeed true.

During this year, I worked hard with Weekend and Cangwu to develop the Corpse God Cult's stronghold, cultivating crops and growing vegetables, pouring all my energy into it, but forgetting about guns and ammunition.

On the seventh day of the twelfth month of the Gregorian calendar, it snowed heavily.

The snowflakes flying all over the sky covered the earth. Everywhere you look, there is only white, nothing else.

I was wearing a thick green military coat, walking in the snow, breathing hot air from my mouth, and stopped in front of the door of the newly built conference room in the Corpse God Cult's stronghold.

In this apocalypse filled with zombies, I can find all kinds of warm down jackets, but the green military coat on my body is just because of my bad taste.

This conference room is a small project that was planned at the beginning of the year and completed at the end of the year. The room is not big, but compared with other houses, it looks much more formal.

I stood at the door of the conference room, rubbed my hands, and then pushed the door open. The moment I pushed the door open, I saw that several people had already sat down in the slightly dim room.

These people are responsible for managing the entire base, and they were the ones who took the initiative to invite me here today.

When I sat down slowly under the gazes of everyone, before I could take a sip of the hot water on the table, someone started talking in an impatient voice.

"Boss Su, the people from the Porcupine Stronghold came yesterday. They promised not to attack us, but they asked for a whole season's worth of food."

"The Hummingbird stronghold also sent someone to deliver the message. They told me to prepare my coffin because they are about to start a mass killing."

"And the Maoxi stronghold, Chanming stronghold, and Heihe stronghold have all issued us an ultimatum."

"Boss, what should we do?"

I rubbed my hands together, leaned against the stove, thought for a moment, and then answered softly.

"Kill them all."

Chapter 56: Provocation

"Kill them all."

As I finished speaking, everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, and then their faces fell, and Weekend looked even more helpless.

“Boss, this may sound domineering, but now they have guns in their hands, and we are the ones who are going to be killed.”

"That's right. We have food and supplies, but we don't have guns. If they really come to attack us, we're done for."

Everyone in the room was talking about it, and their meaning was clear: the Corpse God Cult's stronghold could not confront those strongholds head-on, and it would be a futile attempt to hit a rock with an egg.

I sat on the chair, listening quietly to what everyone said, and then took out a wooden carved skull from the table. It was finely crafted and lifelike.

After seeing the skull carving, the meeting room immediately fell silent. This is one of the symbols of the Porcupine Stronghold.

I looked at the skull symbol on the table and said casually.

"It's not as troublesome as you think. I made a deal with someone from the Porcupine Stronghold."

"He's not having a very good life right now, but he still has some people under him. As long as he gets the chance, he can stir up some trouble."

"I will provide him with supplies and ask him to win over the people in the stronghold, and then overthrow the current leader in one fell swoop."

Hearing this, everyone's expression changed and they froze for a moment. Then, I took out various tokens from my arms, placed them on the table, and spoke slowly.

"The other strongholds are in a similar state. They are not united to begin with, and are in a violent state after getting guns and ammunition. With just a little push, they will fall apart."

"Among them, the most important is the Black River stronghold."

After I finished speaking, one person among the people present felt puzzled and couldn't help but ask me.

"Boss, isn't the Black River stronghold the weakest among those strongholds?"

I shifted my gaze to that person, nodded with a smile, and then spoke softly.

"That's right. It's because they are weak that they are easy to control."

"I have hidden a lot of good stuff in the Black River base that even the Corpse God Cult doesn't have, such as a high-power generator and enough fuel."