I sell Coke in the doomsday

"This is……"

I remember these pink flowers were very poisonous. The first time I cooked rabbit meat, I was in great pain because of these pink flowers.

When the poison of this pink flower takes effect, the blood in the whole body will turn black and then boil rapidly like boiling water, burning the internal organs with extremely high temperature.

I picked up the pink flower, held it in front of my eyes and looked at it carefully, then I lowered my head slightly and sniffed the pink flower with my nose.

Suddenly, a strong smell entered my nostrils, an indescribable fragrance that instantly stirred the blood in my whole body and ordered me to sink into it.

The world was spinning, and everything in front of my eyes suddenly became hazy. The sun and the moon seemed to be upside down. A thick fog came and blocked my vision.

This sudden thick fog covered the entire sky and earth. I looked at the fog at a loss.

I know, it's an illusion.

Suddenly, the fog dissipated and a noisy sound came into my ears. I looked up in surprise, and then my pupils shrank slightly. Looking at everything in front of me, I couldn't utter a word.

I saw tall buildings, busy streets, heavy traffic, and countless pedestrians passing by me.

The sound of car horns, people talking, and the exaggerated voices on billboards in the distance are all so real.

Nothing seemed to have changed, and that shitty apocalypse seemed to be just a dream of mine.

I stood there in a daze, looking at everything in front of me, as if I were in another world.

A man who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down walked straight towards me and bumped into my shoulder. After looking at me, he continued to walk forward with his mobile phone in his hand.

My face turned pale, and I touched the shoulder that had just collided with his with my palm. The touch was not fake at all.

I was a little confused, and my thoughts became chaotic in an instant. Could it be that the so-called doomsday was really just my fantasy?

The end of the world is fake, immortality is fake, and Tongtong is also fake.

Everything is fake?

"Buzz~buzz!"

Just as my consciousness was becoming increasingly confused, I suddenly felt a vibration in my pocket. I reached for my pocket sluggishly and took out a black cell phone.

How long has it been since I last saw this thing?

I knew that all this might be an illusion, but when I looked at the caller's name on my phone, I answered the call with some trembling.

In the chaos, I tightly grasped the phone and called out in a low voice with some urgency.

"Hey, Mom."

A moment later, the phone rang with the voice that was most familiar to me and that made me feel at ease.

"Hey, Xiaoli."

I suddenly laughed, and my laughter was so breathless that it looked more like crying.

The sound that I thought I would never hear again was actually heard again in this way.

Perhaps, the so-called end of the world is really just a dream of mine.

No, it must have been just a funny dream!

"Son, I didn't disturb you from working, did I?"

Listening to my mother's cautious tone, I held the phone, strode forward with a smile on my face, and responded in a low voice.

"No, I'm off work now."

"That's good. Actually, I don't have anything to do. It's just that you never call me, so I thought of calling you."

I looked ahead, dodging oncoming pedestrians, and answered helplessly.

"I'm really busy. I work overtime every day. I really don't have time to make phone calls."

I heard my mother's laughter on the phone, and she said happily.

"Okay, Mom knows."

"By the way, when are you going home?"

Hearing this, I sighed and replied weakly.

"Wait until I can take a long vacation. By the way, is my dad here?"

"Your father is a person who always says that my phone calls will affect your work, but when I call, he stays by my side and won't move. I ask him to talk, but he won't."

I recalled my father's awkward personality and smiled. My mother on the phone said with concern,

"By the way, son, don't eat instant noodles all day long. It's not good for your health."

"You have to eat something good once in a while. Don't worry about the money. Mom will transfer some money to you later."

"Your father and I are old, and there is no use for this money. As long as you live a good life, your father and I will be satisfied."

Suddenly, the mother's voice softened and she spoke in a low voice with some loneliness.

"When you have time, come back and see us two."

"Your father and I are getting older and older. I'm really afraid... I will never see you again."

Listening to my mother's lonely voice, my chest suddenly felt tight and I had difficulty breathing. I held the phone in my hand and was about to comfort my mother.

However, at this moment, my cell phone turned into mist and slipped away from my hand.

"No! Don't!!"

I roared loudly with a hoarse voice, and reached out to grab the mist, but I couldn't catch it.

At this moment, the ground under my feet suddenly collapsed, and my body swayed, as if falling from a high altitude, into a thick white fog.

After a moment, my vision cleared up again, and what caught my eye was a small pink flower that was rapidly withering.

I stared blankly at the little pink flower, then lost all my strength and leaned weakly on the ruins.

"Hahahaha...haha."

I pinched the pink flower and laughed in a hoarse voice. My laughter was dry and unpleasant. Like a fool, I swallowed the withered pink flower into my mouth and chewed it bit by bit.

It was indeed just a dream, but if it was a dream, why couldn’t it last a little longer?

Suddenly, a dangerous thought flashed through my mind.

As long as I have these pink flowers, I can live in this beautiful dream forever?

I pulled off a handful of pink flowers, but instead of putting them to my nose, I tore them into pieces bit by bit and threw them aside.

"If you find me crying in the dark, please... call my name."

This is a saying that my father liked very much. I can no longer remember where it came from, but I just remember the way my father looked when he said this to me.

Determined, yet expectant.

I am already a madman, I can no longer be a coward.

After a long time, I stood up tiredly and walked slowly forward.

This kind of thing definitely did not exist originally in this world, but came into this world along with the end of the world.

There is no doubt that this is still the work of that cerebral palsy god.

Moreover, the pink flowers here are so dense that the source may be nearby.

I thought, I should find that damn thing.

Chapter 32: Blooming in Dirty Bones (Part 2)

I want to find the source of those pink flowers, and what should I do after I find it?

I don't know. I might destroy this damn thing, or I might leave it. I can't make a decision until I see the source.

A storm was about to come, and the sky was terribly gloomy. I gently lifted my foot, stepped on a piece of gravel, and looked into the distance.

The huge building collapsed on the ground, and the ruins were like endless hills.

This scene can perhaps be considered the true end of the world, the true wreckage of civilization.

The former steel jungle is now only a ruin. It was once very prosperous, like the heart of the city.

And now, this is the most least needed place in the city.

I lifted my feet lightly and walked slowly forward. The ground was completely covered with rubble, so finding the source was bound to be no easy task.

Contrary to my expectation, the pink flowers were much denser than I thought. I walked forward, turning over the stones at my feet from time to time to check the soil under my feet.

Without exception, there were pink flowers growing underneath, and as the stones were lifted, a strange smell followed.

"Tsk."

I smacked my lips softly, then stepped on the flowers and twisted my toes hard, trying to crush these evil things into the soil and crush them all.

I searched aimlessly in the ruins for almost two hours but still found nothing. It seemed that every place here was the same, having long been occupied by those pink flowers.

It is impossible to tell where the source of all this is.

I stood on the ruins in a daze, looked around, and suddenly felt a sense of fear of being surrounded by these ruins.

Some people have an irresistible fear of confined spaces, but at this moment, I also have a special fear of these empty ruins.

What gift did that god leave for me on this land?

Will this be the real end of the world?

A cold wind blew, and a clear bird song rang in my ears. I turned around suddenly, only to see a flying bird falling in the distance.

I was stunned for a moment, feeling a little uneasy, and hurriedly ran towards the direction where the bird fell.

In my sight, the flying bird was like a small black dot, and the undulating ruins made it impossible for me to see clearly where the bird fell.

I could only rely on my memory to determine a direction and ran quickly. When I ran past a pile of rocks, my right leg was cut by the sharp edge of a stone.

I ignored it all and just kept my head down and ran towards the direction where the bird fell.

However, when I ran to the approximate area, I did not see the body of the flying bird, but I saw a blooming pink flower.

The light pink petals swayed gently and were reflected in my pupils. I looked at the pink flower, my face turned pale instantly, and I staggered back a step.

The light green roots of that pink flower were not rooted in the soil, but stood in a piece of flesh and blood.

Under the pink flowers, the flesh and blood of the bird was torn open, and the roots penetrated the flesh and blood, absorbing the nutrients of the bird's corpse.

The corners of my eyes twitched uncontrollably. How long had the bird been dead? Was it ten minutes? Or five minutes?

It is absolutely impossible for normal plants to grow at this speed.

It was at this moment that my legs began to itch, but I still didn't pay attention to it. Instead, I squatted down and looked carefully at the body of the flying bird.

However, the itchiness gradually spread to my whole body. I felt like a piece of porcelain with a crack spreading rapidly like a spider web.

Then, everything went black before my eyes and I fell to the ground, unconscious.

After I lost consciousness and fell to the ground, the clothes on my body started moving, as if some animal was crawling around on me.

Puff! Blood splashed, and a pink flower, like a sharp knife, pierced through my clothes and slowly revealed its petals.

My breathing also stopped completely when the petals bloomed.

However, immediately afterwards, a wisp of white mist emerged from my body, and the temperature rose rapidly like a burning flame.

The pink flower's branches and leaves trembled, and the petals quickly withered. All over my body, there was a crackling sound, and my flesh and blood were squeezed strangely, pushing the foreign objects in my body out.

I saw the roots of the pink flower twitching strangely and being pulled out bit by bit by my flesh and blood.

This was a long process and I had no idea about it.

After a long time, the long rhizome was completely pulled out of my body and turned yellow and dry at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I, who had already stopped breathing, let out a long breath at this moment and gradually calmed down.

I opened my eyes dazedly and shook my head vigorously, wondering why I suddenly fainted.

When I stood up, I finally found the withered and yellow roots fallen beside me. At the same time, the cold wind on my back also made me realize that something was wrong.

I touched the holes in my spare clothes and looked at the withered roots and the fallen pink petals.

This thing is really weird.

I made a simple guess that this pink flower was formed after my leg was injured. Those invisible seeds entered my flesh and blood and grew rapidly.

Just like this dead bird, the flower seeds enter its body through its wounds, then break through the flesh and blood and grow on its corpse.