I sell Coke in the doomsday

boom!

A gunshot rang out and a blood mist rose, ending the young man's weird attitude. The young man looked at the bloody hole in his chest in shock, then staggered backwards.

Qu Yunliu put away his pistol, pushed the door open, ignored the young man who was leaning against the wall and sliding down dejectedly, and searched the room on his own.

After a moment, Qu Yunliu found a box of pink Epiphyllum petals from a pile of debris. He put the iron box into his arms with satisfaction, then raised the pistol again, pointed it at the young man's head, and said lightly.

"I'm just crazy, not stupid."

The next moment, the bullet, with a tongue of fire, went straight through the young man's head, and the spurting blood instantly dyed the wall behind him red.

After doing all this, Qu Yunliu wiped the pistol in his hand, turned around and left.

The moment he turned around, Qu Yunliu's face instantly turned gloomy. He was not worried about how to explain to his companions. After all, they believed in him.

However, for no apparent reason, Qu Yunliu developed a deep dislike for Mo Li, whom he had never met before.

He doesn't care about good or evil, nor does he want to hear any high-sounding reasons. He is just a very stingy person.

For Qu Yunliu, the current shield stronghold is his most important tool, and any fly that might land there would make him feel disgusted.

No matter how many times he reincarnates, Qu Yunliu is still the same Qu Yunliu in the end.

It's nothing good or evil, he's just a madman.

……

With the end of spring approaching, everything in the town is back on track.

The original earth wall has been thoroughly reinforced and there are no longer any safety hazards. The reclaimed farmland has also been planted with a variety of crops.

I took the young people in the town and collected a large amount of fuel and generators in the city. I also took professionals to connect the wind power to the town.

Finally, the town had electricity, and under the cover of night, the town was no longer pitch black.

At this point, it seems that this is all I can do.

Without telling anyone, I began to prepare for my long journey. No one noticed except that old fox Cangwu.

On a sunny afternoon, I sat in the house, holding a yellowed map and drawing on it with a pencil.

"Where to go?"

I bit the end of my pencil and looked at the areas I had marked on the map, lost in thought.

There were only two places marked on the map, one was the Reformed Church, and the other was the final destination, Nanling City, which was also the city where I met Tongtong.

I have been to these two places in my previous reincarnations. The Reformed Church was destroyed in my hands, and the final place has an ancient city and a shield stronghold.

Where should I go first?

While I was lost in thought, Cangwu kicked open the door and walked in. After looking around, he walked towards me and whispered.

"Why, you haven't made up your mind yet?"

I looked up at Cangwu, moved my hand slightly, pushed the map towards Cangwu, and said with a frown.

"Yeah, I don't know where to go now."

Cangwu looked at the two places marked on the map, raised his eyebrows, reached out to take the pencil in my mouth, and pointed at the location of the Reformed Church on his own initiative. Then he threw the pencil aside and said very casually.

"Let's go here."

I looked at Cangwu in confusion and made a puzzled sound.

“Why did you choose this place?”

Cangwu spread his hands and answered concisely and clearly.

“Because it’s closer.”

Indeed, judging from the distance, the Reformed Church is closer, and if you go there first, you can save a lot of time.

But...personally, I prefer Nanling City because I have many friends there.

Wang Quan, Wang Zixuan, Gao Lian, Li Yi who are still alive, and Ajie who is in good health.

Cangwu is an old fox after all. He obviously saw what I was thinking. He pointed at the Reformed Church on the map again and said slowly.

"Since we have a chance to start over, why not try to make some new friends?"

I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head and chuckled. I reached out to put away the map and made a decision.

"I'll listen to you. We'll go to the Reformed Church this time."

"We? Wait, I never said I was going with you."

"But I need a follower to help with the hard work."

“…I won’t go.”

"Hahahaha, you're so humorous."

"Su Li...can I swear?"

"Sure, if you can take it."

Chapter 76 Forget It

No matter how reluctant Cangwu was, I eventually forced him to go on the road.

I don’t like overly noisy occasions, but I also don’t want to walk such a long distance alone. The day before I left, I told Weekend about this.

I was very calm during the weekend. He was used to my style and knew that I couldn't stay in this place for too long.

Before leaving, Weekend found me and after asking a bunch of trivial questions, at the last moment, he whispered to me with a complicated expression.

"Boss, I have always wanted to know a question."

I raised my hand nonchalantly and spoke while checking the guns and ammunition I was carrying.

"Go ahead, I'll answer if I want to."

Hearing this, Weekend looked hesitant. After hesitating for a long time, he asked me softly.

"Boss, you...really don't hate us?"

My hands paused, and I looked up in surprise, looking at Weekend who looked hesitant.

"You never asked this kind of question before."

Weekend smiled bitterly and nodded slightly, but his eyebrows were tightly furrowed and he seemed very distressed.

I smiled, stopped looking at him, took out a revolver that I liked, spun the wheel, and put the bullets in one by one.

"You have eaten my flesh and drunk my blood. If you say you don't hate me, it sounds like you are pretending to be magnanimous."

I narrowed my eyes slightly, looking at the revolver in my hand, but countless scenes emerged in my mind, those scenes from the past, from countless reincarnations.

"Humans are very fickle creatures, and this is a means of self-protection."

"Honestly, I don't have much expectation for human nature. Many kind and gentle people can turn into evil bastards under extreme circumstances."

"But I don't care. I don't have any great purpose in being these people."

"Just because I want to do it, I am happy to do it."

I slowly raised my eyes, looking at the somewhat uneasy weekend. I thought and thought, but couldn't find any suitable metaphor, so I could only sigh.

"At this point, I can talk to you calmly. This cannot be called forgiveness. It can only be said that..."

"never mind?"

I'm not sure the accuracy of this word, but after thinking about it, I can't think of a better word.

Looking at Weekend who was still a little uneasy, I reached out, patted his shoulder and said.

"Don't think too much. Things like morality and guilt are actually things that can only be pursued after the need to survive is met."

“Where there is no order, it is hard to talk about good and evil.”

As I was talking, I was stunned. Unconsciously, my ideas had changed a lot.

At first, he was cynical and stubborn, but now he seems to have begun to accept in his heart that in this apocalypse, killing each other is not a big mistake.

I couldn't help laughing, and gradually became a somewhat unfamiliar person. People are indeed fickle creatures.

Weekend seemed to accept my somewhat rough statement, never asked similar questions again, and left quietly.

Afterwards, in the darkness, I sat on the sofa, looking at the brightly lit town outside the window, silently wiping the revolver in my hand.

Nothing happened that night. In the early morning of the next day, before the darkness had completely faded, I took Cangwu and left the town together.

The car was driving on the ground, crushing stones and leaving behind billowing dust. Cangwu was very reluctant to sit in the back. Looking at the town that was getting farther and farther away from the rear window, he couldn't help but sigh.

"I've just had a few days of peace."

I was steering the wheel, looking at the map and speaking nonchalantly.

"Don't worry, you'll like the Reformed Church."

Hearing this, Cangwu's face turned bitter and he held his forehead and sighed.

"Come on, I've heard you talk about the Reformed Church before."

"The people there are all a bunch of lunatics."

At this moment, as if a blessing had come to my mind, I suddenly asked Cangwu.

"By the way, you've lived for so many years, you must have seen a lot of crazy cults."

Cangwu's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of gloom between his brows. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Yes, I have seen many similar lunatics."

After hearing this answer, I hurriedly continued to ask.

"That's great. I want to hear your experience. Do you have any solution to this extreme cult?"

Cangwu looked surprised. He looked at my back carefully in the rearview mirror, frowned, and spoke in a low voice.

"Are you serious?"

I nodded slightly and adjusted the rearview mirror with my hand so that I could see Cangwu's expression more clearly, but Cangwu's expression became more and more strange. After a long silence, he spoke slowly.

"I've seen a lot of cults, but in my time, people's solutions to cults may not be suitable for you."

"As far as I can remember, the closest I came into contact with those cults was when they had already declined and were hiding in a village."

"And when the officers and soldiers found them, the leading general gave the order without hesitation."

"Slaughter the village."

Hearing this, the corner of my eye twitched and I felt a little uncomfortable, but Cangwu continued.

"Not all the people in the village were followers of the cult, but the soldiers treated them all the same. Not only that village, but also several neighboring villages were also slaughtered."

"The soldiers were carrying a bag full of human heads, men, women, old people and children."

"That's the only way I know to deal with cults."

I was silent for a moment, then spoke softly.

“Isn’t this a bit too cruel?”

Cangwu crossed his legs, chuckled, shook his head, and spoke slowly.

“No, this is really the simplest and most effective way.”

"People who have been bewitched by the cult can offer their daughters to men in their 50s and kill their wives and children with their own hands."

"Under extreme beliefs, they believe that whatever they do can be forgiven. At the same time, it will spread quickly like poison. Even if there are only a few people left, they can make a comeback in a few years."

"But I have another suggestion for you."

Cangwu changed the subject, raised his chin slightly, swung his legs, and spoke slowly.

"You know, in extreme emotions, people may not be afraid of death."

“But they still fear hunger.”

As he spoke, Cangwu leaned forward slightly, squinted his eyes, and whispered to me.

"As long as you destroy their granaries and let the entire Reformed Church fall into starvation, then at that time, any faith will be no better than a can of food."

I lowered my brows and asked slowly.