I sell Coke in the doomsday

"My name is Mo Li."

"He is a businessman."

After a while, the door slowly opened, and a dusty young man wiped the dirt off his hands embarrassedly, stretched out his hand to the man who called himself Su Li, and said sincerely.

"Hello, I'm Wang Quan."

Mo Li looked at the smiling young man in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He reached out and held the young man's hand, and said softly.

"Long time no see, Wang Quan."

Wang Quan was stunned when he heard this and asked in confusion.

"Have we met before? Why don't I have any impression of it?"

Mo Li smiled but said nothing when he heard this, and did not answer Wang Quan's question. Wang Quan casually avoided the topic and put his arm around Mo Li's shoulders in a very familiar manner.

"Mo... Li, why does this name sound a little... a little girly?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Li just sighed and spoke in a seemingly relaxed manner.

"I don't like this name either. It's too girly."

"But unfortunately, it's my name, I can't be picky."

Wang Quan didn't notice that a hint of obscurity flashed across Mo Li's eyes when he spoke.

He would rather call himself Su Li, but when he thought of the so-called real body who once walked on this land under this pseudonym, he felt a little disgusted.

I am no substitute for anyone, he thought.

Like a rebellious child, he knows that he is a perfect fake of that person, but he always wants to make himself look different.

The original body acts under the pseudonym Su Li, so he has to use his real name Mo Li to show others.

If the original body wants to save people, he has to kill more and more people, and turn all the people that the original body cares about into rotten corpses.

Wang Quan was a simple-minded person. He did not doubt Mo Li's purpose and talked about the exchange of materials very generously. He also prepared a banquet in the high-rise building of the ancient city stronghold to welcome Mo Li.

After a while of waiting, at sunset, Wang Quan took Mo Li and sat at the banquet table. The food on the table was simple, and the side of the table was already full of people.

Those people were all familiar faces, Wang Zixuan, Gao Lian, and Li Yi.

And, Liu Yong, who will later betray Wang Quan and turn the entire ancient city stronghold into a living hell.

At the dinner table, the talkative and bold Gao Lian talked about interesting topics, causing everyone to laugh from time to time.

Mo Li responded to everyone perfunctorily, but his eyes were always on Liu Yong.

Liu Yong at this moment was completely different from the violent and brutal madman in Mo Li's perfectly copied memory.

He is taciturn, has a forced smile, looks unsocial and a complete taciturn person.

Mo Li narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of potato, put it in his mouth, and chewed it gently.

He knew that Liu Yong might have been planning to kill Wang Quan at this time, but he did not have the power he had later, so he had to keep it to himself and pretend to be a good boy.

So...if I provide him with help, can I speed up the process?

Mo Li raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

In a trance, he seemed to see that the wine table in front of him was suddenly stained with large patches of scarlet blood. Wang Quan and several others fell in a pool of blood, while Liu Yong, with a vicious look on his face, picked up a piece of raw meat on the table, put it in his mouth, and chewed it with an intoxicated look.

The next moment, the illusion disappeared and everything returned to normal.

Nausea, guilt, and suddenly countless complex emotions surged into Mo Li's chest. His face twitched slightly, and then returned to normal.

As night fell, under the dim candlelight, Mo Li's shadow was reflected behind him. The shadow was stretched very long by the candlelight, and looked like a tall and thin figure, not like a human.

Light and shadow intertwine, and good and evil have no results.

As a perfect replica, he should have the same emotions as the original.

He hates Liu Yong and likes to get along with people like Wang Quan.

If possible, he naturally wanted to be friends with Wang Quan and others.

However, even for the same person, his shadow will always be different at different times.

When the desire to replace the original body weighed heavily on Mo Li, the original feelings became disposable and were completely suppressed.

An extremely bad day is enough to turn a person into a madman.

Mo Li suppressed the reluctance in his heart, squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Quan who was smiling, his chest heaving slightly. Finally, he forced out a smile that couldn't be more fake, and whispered to himself.

"Su Li, you are just an ordinary person after all."

If...your nature could be greater, then as a clone, I might not be like this.

Sixty-sixth Long Fragrant Meat

Time flies, and other strongholds fell into complete chaos. Bloody incidents occurred every day, and gunshots echoed throughout the plains all day long.

Three months later, everything was settled.

The outcome of this melee can only be described as so-so, as the Corpse God Cult eventually became the most powerful human stronghold in the area.

Under the weekend's arrangement, the Corpse God Cult began to expand rapidly and expanded the area of ​​its base.

The Corpse God Cult is very large, but it still cannot accommodate as many people as other strongholds, so I set my sights on a town twenty miles away.

I want to imitate the Reformed Church that I destroyed, occupy a small town, then build a wall around the town, and finally drive out the zombies in the town.

In this way, we have ready-made houses, and they are no longer those shabby, leaky houses.

This is bound to be a very long process. I spent the weekend searching the base for people with construction experience. We don't need a very strong wall, just a high enough earth wall.

As long as we can catch our breath, we can slowly strengthen the city wall and make it a real iron wall.

On this day, I was supposed to go to the small town to check, but the sudden heavy snow blocked my way. The flying snow completely blocked the path in the mountain.

Of course, this is just one of the reasons.

Another reason may sound a little funny, because today is the day to eat dog meat.

This sounds outrageous, but if you think about it, it is outrageous.

Among the strongholds we occupied, there was a boss who was a crazy dog ​​lover. The people in his stronghold did not have enough to eat, but he raised a large group of dogs.

And now, the dogs were served on the table.

In the heavy snow, bright bloodstains flowed along the ground, emitting a little hot steam. One dog after another was slaughtered and put into the frying pan.

Cangwu and I squatted outside the kitchen, staring at the hot air coming out of the kitchen.

Of course, this amount of dog meat is not enough for the entire base to eat. According to Weekend's idea, this amount of dog meat will be distributed as a reward to those who have worked the most diligently in the past year.

Those who slacked off all day could only drink a bowl of dog meat soup with broth mixed into the water without any meat.

Although it was snowing heavily, the temperature in the kitchen was quite high, so they opened the door wide so that Cangwu and I could clearly see the situation inside the house.

The chef seemed to be very familiar with cooking dog meat. He placed the dog meat in mid-air and did not put it into the pot. Instead, he scooped up boiling hot oil with a spoon and slowly poured it on the dog meat, spoonful by spoonful.

As the boiling hot oil flows through the dog meat, it gradually turns golden yellow. The hot oil also condenses into a thin layer of oil coating on the dog meat, making the skin of the dog meat look crispy and delicious.

Cangwu and I were so excited when we saw this, but we just swallowed our saliva. Somehow, my stupid brain suddenly thought of that guy Liu Yong.

I remember that Liu Yong's transformation seemed to have started after he ate the dog that he depended on for survival.

In a sense, he is also a dog lover.

"Cangwu, do you like dogs?"

Cangwu swallowed, stared at the dog meat in the kitchen, and answered casually.

"I'm a sucker for dogs, especially dogs in a pot."

"Dragon meat in the sky, dog meat underground."

Hmm? Why do I remember it was underground donkey meat?

Before the dog meat was cooked, I could only swallow my saliva and find something else to pass the time.

I picked up a branch from the ground and casually drew on the snow, first drawing a small circle, and then a big square next to it.

If this small circle is the stronghold of the Corpse God Cult, then this square is the small town. The two places are separated by a full twenty miles. If one wants to build an earth wall around the entire town, one has to walk twenty miles every day.

How can we make this process faster?

I looked at the pattern on the ground, frowned, and thought hard. At this moment, Cangwu on the side noticed my actions. He easily saw what I was drawing. He casually picked up a stick, pointed to the square representing the town, and asked.

"Let me ask you, are you trying to save time?"

I nodded and didn't pay attention to Cangwu's words. This guy was used to being idle, and I didn't expect him to give any ideas.

However, after seeing me nod, Cangwu used a stick to draw a circle on the ground again and said nonchalantly.

"I've heard about your plan to build a temporary defensive earth wall. Since it's temporary, the quality of the earth wall doesn't need to be too high, right?"

"In that case, how about using a machine to dig a trench in the ground?"

I was stunned for a moment, glanced at Cangwu, and said softly.

"Zombies are not stupid roe deer. The trenches can't stop them."

Cangwu threw away the branch in his hand, reached out and picked up a handful of snow, and said with a smile.

"It wouldn't work at any other time, but it's okay in this season."

"You use machines to pile up the excavated maps on one side of the town into a tall mound, and then you send people to pour cold water on the soil every day."

"In this way, the original height of the pit plus the height of the pile of soil on the side will make it difficult for zombies to climb up."

"The temperature is terribly low at this time of year, and it will last for two months. During this time, there will be no zombies to disturb you, which is enough time for you to bring your people to reinforce a usable wall in the town."

I looked at Cangwu with some surprise. This idea is indeed feasible, but there are still some major problems.

Cangwu had never come into close contact with the tide of corpses. When the huge tide of corpses came rushing over, no matter how deep the pit was, it could be quickly filled up.

When I was about to tell Cangwu this, looking at the snow in Cangwu's hands, a flash of inspiration suddenly dawned on me.

The snow in Cangwu's hands could not withstand the temperature in his palms, and quickly melted, condensed into water droplets, and dripped down.

Looking at the drop of water, I suddenly realized something that I had overlooked.

This is not the first time I have lived in this apocalypse. Compared to other people who have no desire for zombies, I know a lot about zombies.

For example, zombies hate noise and water.

When I lived with the zombies in the city, every time it rained, the zombies wandering the streets would disappear completely.

Then, I will pour a lot of water into the dug pit, and those zombies may not actively invade the town.

Of course, I'm not completely sure about this, but the idea is worth a try.

Thinking of this, I felt in a good mood, and at this moment, the delicious dog meat was finally ready.

Without me having to do anything, someone came towards me with a big bowl of dog meat.

The dog meat, roasted into a golden color by the hot oil, exudes bursts of fragrance, and the skin is so crispy that it seems that it will break with a blow.

I held the dog meat and squatted in the corner with Cangwu, eating it voraciously.

The chef's cooking skills are indeed impeccable. The dog meat has a crispy skin but is not greasy. Under the skin, the meat is smooth and melts in your mouth. It is so delicious that you almost eat your tongue.

I ate voraciously, my lips turned red from the burn of the dog meat. While slurping, I couldn't help looking up at the sky with my eyes narrowed.

For the people in this stronghold, the pieces of meat in their bowls are finally no longer human flesh.

Chapter 67: New Life

The snow was heavy and the dog meat was delicious.

In this cold winter at the end of the world, staying in the house and eating a bowl of steaming hot dog meat is definitely the most luxurious enjoyment.

I sat in the house holding the dog meat. There were still a few pieces of meat left in the bowl, but I was reluctant to eat it, thinking of saving it for the next meal.

Although, if I just said the word, all the dog meat in the stronghold would be mine, I didn't dare to do so.

I am not a great person, and my will is not very strong. If I had tasted the power, I might easily sink into it, enjoy my own privileges, and gradually become a dictator like other people.

Snowflakes fluttered and scattered all over the ground. I put down the bowl in my hand, feeling a little at a loss.

The sudden free time left me at a loss as to what to do for a moment. The heavy snow blocked the roads, making it inconvenient to get in and out, and there seemed to be nothing to do at the moment.