I sell Coke in the doomsday

But... there is still a problem. I have found this kind of pink flowers before where I live, but no matter how toxic or weird they are, they are far less toxic than the pink flowers here.

Is it a subspecies? Or are the pink flowers here special?

After the previous run, I have arrived at a new place. I looked up again and saw a bungalow that had not collapsed yet below the horizon.

Amidst the ruins, there is a well-preserved house, which vaguely exudes a sense of weirdness and absurdity.

There is also a strange sense of deliberateness.

Just like the open world games of the past, there would be conspicuous traces left somewhere to tell players that there is something in this place.

I sighed and walked slowly towards the bungalow. I changed my previous idea. The reason why this place became a ruin was probably not because of any weapon bombing.

This is most likely related to the cerebral palsy god.

After a while, I arrived in front of the bungalow. It was an unfinished house with exposed bricks and half-applied cement, showing signs of hasty construction.

But it is obvious that no matter how hard they work, this house will never be completed.

I stood in front of the door, hesitating for a long time, not sure what kind of ghost was waiting for me inside.

At this time, we need some of the wise words that we have passed down from generation to generation.

"Now that we are here, right?"

At this self-talk that sounded more like a mockery, I smiled helplessly and walked into the house.

Chapter 33: Blooming in Dirty Bones (Part 3)

The first thing I saw when I stepped into the house was pink all over the place. The rich floral fragrance hit me in the face, making my eyes blur and my head slightly dizzy.

I had no choice but to cover my mouth and nose with my hands, frowning and looking carefully into the house.

However, I saw that the pink flowers had covered the entire house. Everywhere I could see with the naked eye, there were crowded pink flowers, densely packed together.

There is no trace of the original ground and roof left.

Then, I shifted my gaze deeper into the room and my breath caught.

I saw that there was a zombie sitting in the corner, with pink flowers sprouting from all over his body, his skin, his torso, his limbs, and even his skull and eye sockets.

There is no basis for this, but I can be sure that this corpse is the source of all the pink flowers.

Flowers bloom among dirty bones, but it is like the Styx in hell, filled with extremely dangerous floral fragrance.

I slowly approached the corpse, and when I reached his side, I could finally see his face clearly.

In an instant, all my doubts disappeared, and all the previous things had a clear answer.

"So it's you, Zhou Ren."

I called the man's name in a low voice, with a complicated and incomprehensible look in my eyes.

Yes, I knew him, but this was the first time we had actually met.

I once said that besides me, there is another person who made a wish like the one with cerebral palsy.

I once had a dream the night before the doomsday. In the dream, Zhou Ren and I were standing on a round dinner plate, and in front of us was a god holding a knife and fork.

In that dream, I knew Zhou Ren’s wish and saw him begging desperately. He seemed to be just like me, treating the fraudulent news as a joke.

The only difference is that I, who was seriously ill, made a serious wish, while he just made a wish for the end of the world as a provocation.

It's... a bad joke.

And his end was to sleep here forever, using his body to brew new crises.

These pink flowers may not be their final appearance yet.

"You still won't let people rest in peace even after you die. You are really annoying."

I complained in a low voice, but my hands reached out for the pink flowers on his body, picking them off one by one. This was the simplest attempt.

Suddenly, I noticed that he was holding something in his hand, so I looked down.

I reached out and wiped the thick pollen off his hand among the scattered petals, and then what caught my eye was a wedding invitation.

Although I didn't open the wedding invitation, I still saw Zhou Ren's name on it.

It turned out that he was going to be a groom.

I looked at the invitation and my head started to grow weeds. Like a bad friend, I played a not-so-funny joke on Zhou Ren's corpse.

"I have heard of marriage phobia, but it's not like you, a ruthless person who would create the end of the world just to escape marriage."

"This is my first time seeing you."

"You're so stupid."

A very tasteless joke, just like his mischievous wish.

Faced with my ridicule, the dead Zhou Ren naturally had no way to answer, and I continued to pull out the pink flowers on his body.

Those pink flowers seemed to have grown on his bones and were very difficult to pull out. I worked on them for most of the day but didn't pull out many.

But when my palm fell on his chest, I suddenly felt a rhythmic beating in my palm.

Heartbeat, it’s heartbeat!

This discovery immediately made my scalp tingle and my hands and feet became cold. A normal person's heartbeat cannot be so easily sensed from outside the body.

Zhou Ren's heartbeat was much more exaggerated than that of a normal person. Even if one just touched his chest, one could feel it clearly.

I subconsciously took a few steps back, took out the arrow from behind me, put the bowstring on it, and looked at Zhou Ren's "corpse" in doubt and surprise.

Isn't he dead? Why is his heart still beating?

An unprecedented sense of crisis, like heavy clouds in the sky, pressed towards me, and I couldn't help but swear.

"Damn it, are you dead or alive? Just say something!"

The taut bowstring was tightly tied between my fingers, and red blood flowed down the bowstring. I finally couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly let go of the bowstring.

The arrow was like a short flash of light, instantly shooting into Zhou Ren's heart. In a trance, the ground under my feet seemed to vibrate.

I thought it was an illusion, and quickly pulled out another arrow. Ignoring the wound on my finger, I shot another arrow at Zhou Ren's heart.

After firing three arrows in quick succession, I could confirm that it had definitely hit his heart.

Because the pink flowers that filled the room withered rapidly at a strange speed, and the branches and leaves fell off.

It was a little hard for me to believe that the source was destroyed so easily, but before I could confirm it carefully, the bungalow began to shake violently and looked like it was about to collapse.

I didn't have time to confirm, so I could only turn around and run. The moment I ran out of the house, the hastily built rough house suddenly collapsed, dust filled the air, and withered petals fell.

At the same time, the gravel under my feet seemed to be shaking constantly, which was slightly affected by the plants at the bottom.

I kept walking, following the direction I remembered, and ran out of the ruins.

After a long time, I finally ran out of the ruins and leaned on the side of the road, panting.

After resting for a long time, I looked back at the ruins. I don’t know if it was my illusion, but the ruins seemed to be a lot lower than what I remembered.

Well, now this place is really just a ruin.

"call……"

I breathed a sigh of relief. The ancient city stronghold and the shield stronghold were already enough trouble for me, so a dead man shouldn't join in the fun.

As for why the source can be solved so easily, I don’t want to think about it too much. Isn’t it common sense that the final boss is not as difficult to beat as the monsters?

I didn't want to waste any more time on this matter, so I chose to ignore it, turned around, and started preparing to go home.

The location of the shield stronghold should also be put on the agenda. We should not worry about something that has already been resolved.

How did you say that? That's right, it's...

There is wine today, drunk today, and tomorrow will be sad.

Finally, raindrops fell from the dark clouds in the sky, bringing a hint of coolness and landing on the side of my face. I cursed under my breath and started running.

Finally, just when I ran home, the heavy rain stopped, which made me very angry.

……

Under the same rain curtain, under the collapsed houses in the ruins, there were branches as thick as arms extending from the ground.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Suddenly, from under the ruins, there was a violent heartbeat, like a god beating a drum, resounding throughout the ruins.

Under the ruins, at the place where Zhou Ren's body lay, the three arrows that had pierced his heart were entangled by branches and vines extending from the ground and were slowly pulled out.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred.

A touch of pink quickly blossomed around Zhou Ren. The originally collapsed bungalow was now propped up and connected by the branches, as if time had gone backwards, returning to its original appearance.

Chapter 34: The Spreading Madness (I)

The next day, the rain stopped and the sky cleared up, but a strong wind blew again.

The sound of the wind made me feel a little annoyed. I squatted in front of four beds of potatoes, using a small shovel to clear the weeds with an indignant look on my face.

The land here is already barren enough, but these weeds are very vagrant and don't pick places at all. They grow wildly in the land I turned over.

Especially after yesterday's heavy rain, many green grasses sprouted.

I want to tell these little grasses that as grasses, they should have self-respect and self-love. If others don't want you, don't be shameless and present yourself to them without dignity.

"Ha, lowly."

Unconsciously, I, with my head full of grass, made such an evaluation of the grass roots that I had cut off.

After clearing away the weeds that looked like bitches, I took out the pigeon that I shot yesterday.

I kept half of the pigeon meat for myself, and cut the remaining half into minced meat and buried it in the soil bit by bit.

After I buried the pigeon meat in the soil, I couldn't help feeling a little regretful. This piece of broken land is almost eating better than me. If the potatoes still don't grow well, I will winnow this land.

After processing the pigeon meat, the next step was my daily exercise. I was doing warm-up exercises in an orderly manner. As I twisted my wrist, a strong wind blew and stuck a plastic bag on my face.

With a gloomy look on my face, I tore off the plastic bag and threw it aside.

Not all the things left behind by human civilization are good, such as these plastic bags, which cannot be decomposed naturally and can almost exist forever.

In this doomsday, a large number of plastic bags left behind by humans can still be seen everywhere. I once saw a zombie covering its face with a plastic bag, chasing a vehicle with its fangs and claws bared.

It's funny, but it can also be scary.

Today, a few zombies broke into my neighborhood and were wandering around. In order to protect my potatoes from being stepped on by these idiots, I had to chase after the zombies with a wooden stick and hit a broken piece of iron hard with the stick.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The zombies have very good hearing, and they obviously didn't enjoy the noise I made. They fled out of the community like terrified children, running and shouting, looking rather pitiful.

Tongtong sat on the bench, quietly watching what I did, and after driving those zombies away, I felt inexplicably empty.

I rarely kill zombies on my own initiative. There is no special reason, I just feel sorry for them.

Zombies have memories but not very high IQs. I don’t know if they have emotions, but sometimes, I feel that they are also living creatures.

Perhaps, I am really a little arrogant. Relying on my immortality, I would pity these zombies who destroyed human civilization.

I turned around and walked slowly towards Tongtong. Today, Tongtong changed into the new dress I gave her, of course with my help.

It was a dark blue dress, bluer than the sky and as blue as the sea.

Before today, I was a little stubborn and believed that the red dress was the most suitable for Tongtong, but now I understand a simple truth.

Good-looking people look good in anything they wear.

Tongtong's eyes were always on me. When I walked towards her slowly, she naturally moved her body slightly to make room for me.

I was very happy to see this and felt that Tongtong seemed to be getting smarter and smarter.

The wind continued to blow, blowing up Tong's long hair, which floated in the air, looking unexpectedly beautiful.

I sat next to Tongtong, but deliberately kept a distance from her. When Tongtong saw this, a hint of doubt seemed to flash across her pure pupils.

Tongtong tilted her head slightly, pouted her lips with some dissatisfaction, then slowly moved her body towards me.

Yes, the reason I deliberately kept my distance was to see this scene.

Is this considered bad taste? I don't think so. Who wouldn't like someone approaching them clumsily and slowly?