I sell Coke in the doomsday

“Now they all live in this tunnel.”

I frowned. This tunnel is indeed safe, but there is no sunlight or water here. How do they live? For example, where did Qiu Rou get the baked potatoes for me?

Without waiting for me to ask the questions in my mind, the enthusiastic Qiu Rou took the initiative to explain to me.

"This tunnel was originally filled up, but my father bought it. The villagers could not afford the price my father offered, so they agreed to it."

"My father is a serious apocalypse survival enthusiast. In his opinion, the world will sooner or later become a wasteland, so when he bought this tunnel, he began to take good care of it."

"He has stored a lot of food here, including rice, potatoes and water, enough for us to live for a lifetime."

Hearing this, I pondered for a moment and suddenly found it a little funny.

Doomsday survival enthusiasts were a rather strange group of people back then. They always believed that mankind would be destroyed in a nuclear war, and they were particularly keen on doomsday survival simulations.

Of course, there are more such people abroad, but very few in China.

Unexpectedly, these doomsday survival enthusiasts actually hit the jackpot one day.

I didn't ask Qiu Rou where her father was. After all, the answer was not difficult to guess.

The reason why this zombie crisis can destroy the entire world is not because of the zombies' strong fighting ability, but because of their pervasive and unprecedented ability to spread infection.

At the beginning, the spread of the zombie virus did not require direct contact. It broke out instantly in just a few days and swept the entire world.

I know this is because this zombie virus is not a natural disaster, but a boring trick of God.

Therefore, any resistance by humans is futile.

Those doomsday survival enthusiasts may have simulated a nuclear war, but they have never thought about this strange zombie virus. Whether you are infected or not has nothing to do with preparation, but only depends on whether you are lucky enough.

Following Qiu Rou's lead, we finally saw the other people she mentioned. There were ten people in total, and like Qiu Rou, their skin was not dark.

Yes, if you stay here without sunlight for a long time, it will be a problem if you are not white.

Unlike Qiu Rou's enthusiasm and initiative, the looks of those ten people were not friendly. Instead, they were full of vigilance and displeasure.

Without waiting for Qiu Rou to introduce herself, a young man among the ten people stood up and said to Qiu Rou with some dissatisfaction.

"You grandpa and grandson are bringing people back again. Are you worried that the food will be eaten too slowly?"

The man had a very bad and aggressive attitude. If you didn't know better, you would think that he saved Qiu Rou and her grandson, rather than Qiu Rou and her grandson saving him.

I looked at the remaining nine people. Although they did not stand up to agree with the young man, it was obvious that they were not against the young man. On the contrary, they also held resentment towards me.

So that's how it is. When the number of people rescued far exceeds that of Qiu Rou and her grandson, the situation becomes reversed and the host becomes the guest.

Qiu Rou looked at the young man and explained patiently.

"There is enough food and water. We won't eat them all."

The young man sneered when he heard this, but this was not something that was difficult to imagine. When people were living in the end times, it was impossible not to be nervous.

No matter how much food there is, it will still make people worried and anxious all day long.

Qiu Rou was still patiently explaining to the young man, trying hard to convince him that the remaining food was enough for everyone in the tunnel to live out their lives.

But the young man turned a deaf ear to me and yelled at Qiu Rou impatiently, staring at me with hostility.

Finally, the young man took out the hatchet that had been on his waist, pointed the tip of the knife at me, and said viciously.

"Don't blame me for speaking harshly, new here."

"There's no place for you here."

In response, I expressed that I was emotionally stable and did not react, but in the eyes of those ten people, I was weak and could be bullied. At this time, Cangwu behind me couldn't stand it anymore, he came up and said in my ear.

"He knows he can't drive us away, so he just wants to show us his authority and make sure he can ride on our shoulders in the future."

"You should beat this guy up right away. He's so annoying."

I reached out and patted Cangwu's shoulder, lowered my voice and spoke softly.

"Don't be impulsive. We don't really want to stay in this place."

"There's no point in getting angry."

Seeing that I didn't respond, the young man cursed and swore a lot, but in the end he didn't really do anything. He just took the hatchet and swung it a few times in the air.

Qiu Rou, who was standing by, smiled at me apologetically, looking a little at a loss.

A moment later, the old man who collected the arrow came back. He obviously knew what would happen, so he didn't even wipe the blood off the arrow. He just walked over with the bloody arrow in his hand.

In silence, looking at the bloody arrow in the old man's hand, the young man's face turned black, then he turned his head to the side and no longer looked over here.

The old man walked straight to the young man, sat down, and began to wipe the blood off the arrow.

This action made the young man's face completely darken, but he didn't dare to say anything.

In this silence, the old man wiped the arrow clean, played with the compound bow in his hand, and spoke slowly.

"Old man, I know that everyone has a lot of concerns and is dissatisfied with us grandparents. I can't explain this to you clearly."

“But the older generation has always had a saying.”

As he spoke, the old man turned his head and looked at the young man, his eyes sparkling as he spoke word by word.

"Being ungrateful is something only animals would do."

In the old man's sight, the young man's eyes twitched constantly, and his palm was lightly placed on the handle of the knife, but in the end he did not pull out the hatchet.

He doesn't dare, yes he doesn't dare.

Even in such a short time, I could see that he was a coward who appeared to be strong on the outside but was weak on the inside, and he didn't have the courage to confront the old man.

In fact, I think he is more like a tool who was pushed out as a shield. Among the remaining nine people, the middle-aged man sitting at the end is the real person in charge.

After seeing that the young man did not draw his knife, a hint of disappointment flashed in the old man's eyes. It can be seen that he was actually expecting the young man to draw his knife. In that case, it could be considered self-defense.

"Ugh……"

The old man sighed, put away the compound bow, and said helplessly.

"In a few days, I will take my girl to the Orthodox Church. If you bear with me for a few more days, you won't have to look at my face anymore."

"So, for the remaining few days, you guys better behave yourself."

Hearing this, my eyebrows twitched and my emotions suddenly became excited. I took a few steps, came to the old man, and asked hurriedly.

"Old man, do you know the Reformed Church?"

Maybe I walked too fast and scared the young man. He was already very angry, so he jumped up, pulled out the hatchet in his arms again, and yelled at me.

"What are you doing? Do you want to step on me?"

I glanced at the young man. In my excitement just now, I almost stepped on his foot, so I spoke to him very sincerely.

"Sorry, I was a little emotional just now."

"Sorry about that."

As if to regain the face he had just lost in front of the old man, the young man became even more arrogant and pointed at my nose and cursed.

"Is there anyone who apologizes like this?"

This is really unreasonable. I sighed, put on a more sincere look, and lowered my head slightly. At the same time, I took out my revolver and spoke to the young man with apology.

"It's all my fault, are you willing to forgive me?"

"If that doesn't work, then I'll just have to..."

As I said this, I put the revolver against the man's forehead, narrowed my eyes slightly, and spoke word by word.

"Sorry."

Suddenly, the entire tunnel fell into deathly silence, with only the sound of nervous breathing coming one after another. Seeing my sincerity, the young man was obviously moved and could not speak. His body was shaking and he fell to his knees.

Chapter 79: Hell on Earth (I)

After my sincere apology, the young man rolled his eyes, fell to the ground, and his limbs twitched continuously. He began a very unsuccessful attempt to pretend to be dead.

I looked at the young man pretending to be dead with his limbs twitching in silence, and my voice became a little colder.

"If you keep pretending, I'll really shoot you."

"three."

But before I could count to the second number, the young man who pretended to be dead quickly stood up, knelt on the ground, and bowed his head as if to admit his mistake.

Looking at the young man who became respectful, I instantly lost all interest in him and turned to continue looking at the old man.

The master sat on the ground, squinting his eyes, his gaze fixed on the revolver in my hand. Unlike the others, he showed no fear.

I sat cross-legged in front of the old man, took a deep breath, and asked the question.

"Old man, do you know the Reformed Church?"

The old man's brows moved slightly, as if he wasn't listening to what I said. His eyes were still on the revolver in my hand, looking at it carefully. After a moment, he suddenly asked me.

"Young man, can I see the gun in your hand?"

The old man's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter. Listening to the old man's words, everyone else became nervous, holding their breath, and silently shrinking back.

It seemed to them that the next moment, I would pull out a gun and kill the old man.

However, they did not see such a scene after all.

Without any hesitation, I handed the revolver in my hand to the old man. The old man took my revolver, looked at it carefully, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, the old man handed the revolver back to me and sighed.

"Amazing! It's actually a real thing."

After hearing this answer, everyone in the field changed color again, and moved their bodies backwards calmly, as if doing so could give them some sense of security.

I took the revolver handed back by the old man and replied with a smile.

"In this world, I wouldn't dare to go out without something."

"I've seen this gun, too. Can you tell me about the Reformed Church, old man?"

The old man touched his chin. He showed no hostility towards me, nor any vigilance. He spoke softly without hesitation.

"Old man, I don't know much about the Reformed Church. I heard some of the news from others."

"I heard that the Reformed Church is the best human stronghold here. There are guns and people there, so I thought of taking my girl there to have a look."

I frowned and looked back at the old man's granddaughter, Qiu Rou. Our eyes happened to meet, but Qiu Rou blushed and turned her head away embarrassedly.

Qiu Rou was very beautiful. Even before the end of the world, she could be considered a beauty. In addition, she was still young, had a youthful vitality, was bright and attractive, and had fair skin.

If such a beautiful girl fell into the hands of those beasts in the Reformed Church, her fate could be imagined.

My brows were furrowed tighter and tighter. From what the old man said, they were planning to set off in the next two days. However, in the previous reincarnation, I had never seen Qiu Rou in the Reformed Church.

At least Qiu Rou is still alive, but her fate can be imagined.

I took a deep breath, and murderous intent gradually formed in my heart. I relaxed my frown and said to the old man with a smile.

"What a coincidence! I also plan to join the Reformed Church, but I know very little about it."

"Old man, can you tell me who told you this news?"

In the dim tunnel, the old man seemed to realize something. He raised his hand slightly, pointed at a middle-aged man hiding in the corner, and spoke slowly.

"That's what he said. He's an unlucky Reformed straggle."

"He said that the Reformed Church has a large territory, enough food, enough people, and is well managed. It's a good place."

The old man specifically told me everything that person said, and I don’t know if he noticed anything.

I put away my revolver, nodded slightly to the old man, then stood up and walked slowly to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had slightly dark skin and regular features. He should have been considered a good-looking man when he was young. He was extremely calm, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes as he watched me slowly approaching.

I stood in front of him, leaning forward slightly, the smile on my face had completely disappeared. I looked at him and asked lightly.

"Old man... he is your savior, right?"

The middle-aged man shrugged slightly, looking indifferent, and answered in an extremely normal tone.

"You could say that I do..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish the rest of his words, I suddenly became furious and swung my right fist violently, creating a gust of wind that instantly exploded in the middle-aged man's face like a firecracker.

Bang! With a sharp sound, the man was knocked to the ground by my punch, and his face was bruised. He was no longer as calm as before.