I sell Coke in the doomsday

The pretended composure and calmness are ultimately not as loud as a heavy punch.

I didn't look at the reactions of the people present, but I still heard Cangwu whistling. I ignored it and grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar, lifted half of his body and leaned towards my face.

I suppressed my anger, looked at the panicked middle-aged man, and said coldly.

"In that case, why do you want them to go to the Reformed Church? Do you know what that is?"

The middle-aged man swallowed, his brows full of panic, but he still spoke in a low voice.

"That place... is a place that provides shelter for people."

Bang! I raised my fist and punched the middle-aged man hard on the bridge of his nose. After the punch, red blood gushed out of his nostrils.

"I'll ask you again, what is that place?"

The middle-aged man looked disheveled, covering his bleeding nose with both hands, but still spoke through gritted teeth.

“Reformed Christianity … is a place of refuge for people.”

Damn it, this guy still wants to fool me like a fool, thinking that as long as he keeps his mouth shut, I will believe him.

I laughed in anger and punched the middle-aged man in the face again. This punch completely broke his nose. The crisp sound went along my fist and reached my brain.

After this punch, the middle-aged man completely collapsed to the ground, covering his nose and twisting his body in pain. I slowly stood up, looked at the man, and said coldly.

"Since you don't want to say it, I'll say it for you."

"You are not a straggler from the Reformed Church at all. You have escaped from there with great difficulty."

"You know where that is."

"Barbaric, brutal, murderous, cannibalistic, a living hell."

"You know what will happen to this grandfather and grandson if they go, especially to that little girl. How cruel her fate will be."

I don’t want to think about what happened to that little girl in the Reformed Church, how she was treated as a plaything, a tool for sexual gratification, tortured, ravaged, and finally became a corpse covered in wounds.

So, I was very angry, so angry that I wanted to cut the middle-aged man in front of me into pieces.

I lifted the middle-aged man's collar again and asked him finally.

"What is the current situation of the Reformed Church?"

"If you still want to live, give me an honest answer."

Chapter 80: Hell on Earth (Part 2)

"What is the current situation of the Reformed Church?"

"If you still want to live, give me an honest answer."

The middle-aged man twisted his body on the ground with a look of pain, but he still clenched his teeth and didn't say a word.

He is so stubborn that even I have to admire this guy.

I took out my revolver and prepared to make one last attempt. When the cold muzzle of the gun touched the middle-aged man's forehead, his body trembled. But after a moment, he raised his head stubbornly, stared at me, and said nothing.

What a strange guy.

I know that sometimes, when stimulated by emotions, humans will temporarily ignore death, but I can't understand why the man in front of me can be so persistent.

Or does he think the revolver in my hand is fake?

I narrowed my eyes and didn't intend to continue the interrogation. The gazes of the people behind me had already changed, and were filled with fear. In their eyes, I was relying on the threat of a pistol to punch and kick an innocent man.

If this goes on, no one will believe what I say next, including that old man.

But I don't care.

I moved my finger to the trigger and was about to pull the trigger when a hand reached out from the side and grabbed my hand. I turned my head and saw Cangwu shaking his head gently at me and whispered.

"Stop."

"Leave the rest to me."

Cangwu, who used to live a life of idleness and waiting for death, now seemed to have returned to the way he was when I first met him. He had a stern expression, was unsmiling, and was impossible to figure out.

I was stunned for a moment, then dropped my hand without saying anything else, wanting to see how Cangwu planned to deal with this man.

To my surprise, Cangwu walked away slowly, just squatted beside the middle-aged man's ear and whispered. His voice was so low that I couldn't hear it clearly.

But as Cangwu's lips moved slightly, the middle-aged man's face gradually turned pale, without a trace of blood.

After a moment, Cangwu stood up with a gentle expression and spoke slowly.

"Now, have you thought it through?"

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man looked terrified and nodded in a daze, swallowing his saliva and speaking in panic.

"I said...I said everything."

I looked at Cangwu in surprise, somewhat curious about how this guy could turn this tough-talking middle-aged man into a little white rabbit.

The middle-aged man seemed to be frightened by something and his body was shaking continuously, but he had already started talking.

"The Reformed Church... The Reformed Church is taking over a small town."

"There are a lot of zombies in the town... We have to build the wall while guarding against zombies. Many people die every day."

"I... I am responsible for picking up the bodies. I pick up those that the zombies haven't eaten cleanly... roast them and feed them to others."

As the man continued his narration, the tunnel fell into dead silence. The crowd that had originally gathered together unconsciously distanced themselves from the middle-aged man.

Cangwu looked calm, without any change in emotion. He just looked at the middle-aged man thoughtfully and asked softly.

"No one resisted?"

The middle-aged man answered in a low voice while his body was trembling.

"They had guns in their hands."

"Moreover, they also arrested most of the men's wives, children, and parents, forcing those men to fill the void with their lives."

"If anyone dares to resist, I guarantee that the heads of that family will be hung on the flagpole the next day."

Cangwu nodded slightly, seeming to agree with the answer, and then he asked the middle-aged man.

"What about you and your family?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head as if he was too embarrassed to face anyone, and spoke in a low voice.

"Now... they should have all been killed by them."

After saying this, the middle-aged man fell into silence again, as if he had nothing more to say.

Cangwu leaned over slightly, like a kind elder, gently stroked the middle-aged man's head with his palm, and spoke softly.

"Good boy, good boy."

"You don't have to be afraid anymore."

In the darkness, I couldn't see clearly what Cangwu did, but when he stood up again, black blood was already flowing from the middle-aged man's mouth, nose, and eyes. After his body trembled slightly, he was completely lifeless.

Seeing this, there seemed to be a bit more gloomy atmosphere in the tunnel. When Cangwu turned around, most of them lowered their heads, not daring to meet Cangwu's eyes.

Cangwu, however, still had a gentle expression and looked harmless as he spoke softly to everyone.

"I'll go out for some fresh air and won't disturb you all."

After saying that, Cangwu raised his foot and walked towards the direction he came from the tunnel. After a while, he disappeared from my sight. I was stunned for a moment, and then followed him.

I quickly caught up with Cangwu in the tunnel. He walked very slowly, obviously waiting for me. After I quickly caught up with him, I walked side by side with him. When I was sure that no one was following me, I lowered my voice and spoke softly.

"I should have killed that man."

Cangwu gave me a helpless look and said softly.

"Don't fight with me for this kind of thing."

"I'm just fulfilling my promise to that person."

I frowned and uttered two words in confusion.

"promise?"

Cangwu nodded, looked straight ahead, and spoke slowly.

"I told him that if he would tell me about the Reformed Church, I would let him die peacefully, at least without pain."

I thought about it again and again, and became more curious, so I asked Cangwu.

"What did you say to him that could scare a stubborn person like that?"

Cangwu's eyes flickered, then he lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the dark ground under his feet, and spoke slowly.

“I’ve seen a lot of people like that.”

"They have all sorts of reasons, and for a short period of time, they feel that death is not a big deal."

"But in the end, those who dared to seek death could not survive the torture and succumbed in a very embarrassing manner."

Cangwu turned his head and looked at me, suddenly smiled, inexplicably feeling a bit proud, and said to me quite proudly.

"People of your generation are really not as good at torture as people of my generation."

"Simple punches and kicks are not torture at all. Do you know what the people I saw did back then?"

"Skinned and stuffed with straw, set on fire, cut into pieces, chopped off limbs, gouged out eyes, pierced ears, pulled out tongues, and then soaked in jars."

"Or take a living person and make him into a giant candle."

I have read about these tortures in books before, but words can never make people truly experience the true horror of those tortures.

"Cangwu, did you like going to the execution ground to watch the excitement back then?"

The smile on Cangwu's lips froze, then he shook his head with a bitter smile, exhaled a breath, and spoke calmly.

"That's about right, except I'm the one being punished."

I was stunned when I heard that. I should have changed the subject at this point, but my brain suddenly stopped and I asked a question that I shouldn't have asked.

"What's the most horrific torture you've ever seen?"

In an instant, it seemed as if the whole world had quieted down. Cangwu listened carefully, a rare flash of pain in his eyes. After a long silence, he spoke in a low voice.

"Trust me, you don't want to hear that."

I stood there in a daze. When I came to my senses, Cangwu had already walked far away. I sighed and slowly chased after him.

Perhaps, in this world, no matter when and where, there are always people living in a living purgatory.

Even if there is no doomsday.

Chapter 81 Destiny

Cangwu and I walked out of the tunnel and returned to the ground. Cangwu seemed to have returned to his heartless state. He leaned lazily against the wall in the yard, basking in the sun with a dogtail grass in his mouth.

"It's still more comfortable on the ground. After staying in the tunnel for such a short time, I feel like I'm going to get moldy."

Looking at Cangwu who seemed fine, I was speechless for a moment. I just sat aside and reached into my pocket for cigarettes as usual, but came up empty-handed.

I licked my tongue, pulled out a piece of dogtail grass and put it in my mouth.

You don't need to say much to get along with Cangwu. This guy who can't stand loneliness will take the initiative to talk to you. As long as he wants, he seems to be able to chat with anyone.

But today, Cangwu was not in the mood to talk. He just chewed the dogtail grass in his mouth and looked ahead with a distracted look. He looked lazy and lonely, making people not want to get close to him.

The sun was shining brightly outside and the temperature was just right, neither too cold nor too hot. Facing the bright sunshine, I slowly exhaled, closed my eyes, and planned to just lean against the wall and take a nap for a while.

However, not long after I closed my eyes, a small hand gently pulled the corner of my clothes.

To be honest, this action is a bit too girly. If Cangwu did it, I would definitely punch him.

However, when I opened my eyes, what caught my eye was the little girl Qiu Rou, with her hazy and expectant eyes.

Not good...a guy more troublesome than Cangwu is here.

Qiu Rou was a little shy, her cheeks slightly red, and her little mouth moved again and again before she made a tiny sound.

"Su...Brother Su."

This name is somewhat intimate...but it also makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

I hope this is just my illusion.