I sell Coke in the doomsday

Curved clouds flow.

I have many memories of Qu Yunliu. He caused countless people to die because of his obsession which sounded strange.

He is not a pure evil guy, but he is more dangerous than those evil guys. He is a complete lunatic. It is hard to imagine what kind of crazy things he would do if he joined forces with my clone.

Could it be that Wang Quan has already died in their hands?

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt helpless. In my hundreds of reincarnations, Wang Quan died very early and miserably every time, and I was not able to save him once.

It seems that Wang Quan will also die early this time, so I won’t be surprised.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the accumulated water was flowing down the slope all the way to my feet. I finally stood up, stopped thinking about it, and walked into the darkness.

There was no light in the underground parking lot, so I could only use my ability of mimicry again and turn my fingers into light sources. When the light came on, I realized that there were many zombies hiding in the underground parking lot.

There were even a few zombies standing right next to me, and if I took a few more steps, I would bump into them.

This is a great place to shoot a horror movie.

I slapped the zombie on the head that was blocking my way without any hesitation, drove it away, and continued moving forward.

As I expected, there were quite a few well-preserved cars in the underground parking lot, but unfortunately most of them had no keys. After driving around, I finally found a black car.

After living in the apocalypse for so long, I can no longer recognize the models of cars, but this black car is quite beautiful and doesn’t look like a cheap one.

The door of the black car was not closed tightly, and there was a skeleton next to the door. It seemed that the owner was caught up by zombies when he opened the door and died.

The car keys fell next to the tire, covered in dust. It seems that the zombies here don't like to move much.

I kicked the skeleton aside, picked up the car keys on the ground, got into the car, and after a simple test, I determined that there was nothing major wrong with the car.

So, I started the car at full speed. The bright headlights instantly illuminated the front. The engine made a slight sound, and with a short roar, the car started and slowly drove towards the exit.

For some reason, there was a strange smell in the car. I covered my nose and looked around the car, hoping to find something useful.

After some searching, I found a bottle of men's perfume and a thick Bible.

The bottle of men's perfume smelled strange, so I threw it out of the window. I casually opened the Bible and saw this written on it.

“For he who is joined to all the living has hope, for a living dog is better than a dead lion.”

I frowned slightly. Such a simple truth was almost nonsense.

However, this is not a malicious complaint after all.

After all, the religious beliefs of those days were much better than the evil cults in these apocalyptic times.

It was raining heavily. A black car drove into the rain. In the gloomy sky, there was a loud thunder. The lightning arc was like a snake, winding through the black clouds.

I took one look at the Bible in my hand and threw it out of the car window into the water.

At the same time, I stepped on the accelerator, my eyes grew colder, and drove away into the distance.

I don’t know if there is anyone waiting for me in the city that I once knew and lived in.

But at least, I've been waiting for them.

……

Thousands of miles away, the ancient city stronghold.

Heavy rain did not visit the city, and the summer heat was coming bit by bit. An indescribable stench always permeated the stronghold.

Regarding this point, no one in the ancient city dares to say anything.

Many people have died here, not from zombies or hunger, but from a person's likes and dislikes.

All the corpses were buried in the reclaimed farmland. According to Mo Li, the farmland where the corpses were buried would be more fertile and more likely to produce a good harvest.

I don’t know if it was because the bodies were buried too shallowly or if there were too many of them, but since then, the entire ancient city has been shrouded in a foul smell.

It's like the haunting ghost of an unforgettable wronged person, who will never leave until this place is completely reduced to ruins.

In the stronghold, people sat in the shade with dazed expressions. In the hot summer, flies and mosquitoes circled in the sky, sometimes landing on a person's face as if they were treating that person as a corpse.

Killing and brutality are not the real reasons that make these people despair. The real reason is the young man who is patrolling back and forth with an indifferent expression in the ancient city stronghold.

The young man was called Wang Quan, and he was once a person they respected. However, in a test of human nature, they were bewitched by Mo Li's words, which magnified the malice in their hearts.

So, they took up weapons and brutally treated a young man with his face covered. Mo Li told them that the man was Wang Quan's. They believed him, and they did something that would never be forgiven.

So, when Wang Quan, who was sitting on the high platform, took off his mask in front of them and walked step by step to the young man who died for him.

Everyone realized a sad fact.

My life is completely ruined.

Shame, self-blame, these emotions that should have appeared naturally appeared, but these emotions were suppressed by another emotion.

regret.

They don't regret doing such things, they just regret it because they are afraid of what is going to happen after knowing the truth.

All people in the world are evil. For the first time, they all agreed so unanimously on this statement.

There is no more fig leaf, no more hypocritical cover-up, and no need for a savior.

Living in hell, they are also evil spirits, so naturally they cannot expect any savior.

Under the scorching sun, Wang Quan walked on the streets of the ancient city with an indifferent expression. No one dared to meet his eyes wherever he passed.

He didn't carry a gun, but a long knife with notches and black blood all over the blade.

Killing is really an easy thing to do, and so is being a bad person, it's as easy as breathing.

During this period of time, Wang Quan killed many people. He no longer hated the scene of blood all over the ground, and he could sit among the corpses and eat and drink water calmly.

After going through so much, Wang Quan still didn't hate the people in this stronghold, he just felt a little bored.

Human kindness cannot be unlimited, and his kindness has long since disappeared. There is no fun in being a bad guy, at least not for Wang Quan.

He just suddenly realized that he could not be a saint, nor a hero, and in this damn world, he no longer had the energy to be a good person.

He just wanted to protect his sister, nothing else mattered.

In the long street, flies were circling around, making people irritated, while the figure on the high platform in the distance gradually became clearer.

Wang Quan rubbed his dry eyes, stepped forward, and looked at Mo Li on the platform from afar. His heartbeat gradually quickened.

For some reason, Mo Li took him very seriously, but this importance made Wang Quan more wary of Mo Li.

That man has always been shrouded in mystery. He cannot die or be injured. He can easily crush a person's bones. Sometimes he is gentle, and sometimes he is as savage as a wild beast, ready to devour anyone he wants.

As he walked towards the platform step by step, another figure on it became clearer. It was a beautiful girl in a black dress, sitting quietly beside Mo Li. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and ripples appeared in her heart.

An, a girl as mysterious as Mo Li.

She might be a mute. Wang Quan had never seen that woman speak a word. She just stayed quietly by Mo Li's side, without saying a word, with a slightly frown on her face, looking melancholy and beautiful.

Wang Quan didn't look at the girl named An for long and quickly looked away. He knew that the guy named Mo Li attached great importance to the girl, which might be the only obvious weakness of the bastard.

After a while, Wang Quan finally stepped onto the platform, looked straight at Mo Li who was sitting on the chair, and spoke softly.

"The people we sent to the Blue Mountain stronghold have brought back news."

"Qu Yunliu refused to cooperate with us and warned us not to look for him, otherwise we would bear the consequences."

Mo Li, who was sitting on the chair, had a calm expression. He just nodded slightly when he heard the words, as if he didn't care about the matter, and spoke slowly.

"Don't worry. Qu Yunliu's condition is very serious. Without the Epiphyllum petals we provide, his body will collapse."

"If we wait a little longer, he will contact us on his own initiative."

As he spoke, Mo Li suddenly frowned, took out an eye patch, covered his right eye, and spoke to Wang Quan.

"I have a feeling that person might be coming soon."

"So, from today on, if you see someone outside who looks exactly like me but isn't wearing an eye patch, then that person is definitely not me."

"Once you find that person, you must retreat immediately and come back to report the whereabouts of that person to me."

Chapter 91: Starting Over

……

The breeze is not dry and the sky is clear after the rain.

The colorful rainbow lights hang in the sky, blowing in the face along with the fragrance after the rain.

The road was muddy and bumpy after the heavy rain, which was quite unbearable.

I sat in the black car, looking a little tired. It was noon now. Calculating the time, I realized that since I found this car, I had been traveling non-stop for a whole day and night.

It shouldn't have taken so long to travel this distance, but the road surface was old and the heavy rain blocked my view, so I had to travel as slowly as possible.

By this time, I was already exhausted. My head felt like a block of iron, drooping down from time to time. After almost hitting a rock on the roadside, I finally stopped the car and decided to take a rest.

I adjusted the seat, found a comfortable position, and was about to fall asleep. According to my memory, I was now less than thirty miles away from Yangling City. As long as the road conditions were not too bad, it would only take another hour or two to drive back to the long-lost city.

As my breathing gradually relaxed, my consciousness gradually blurred and I fell into a deep sleep.

On the plain, a car splashed with mud was parked on the side of the road. Colorful butterflies fluttered and landed on the car bodies. Flocks of birds flew into the clouds, as if heading towards the rainbow hanging in the sky.

Just like this, time passes quietly, pulling the shadows, changing little by little.

When I opened my eyes again, it was dark all around me. The sun was gone, replaced by a bright moon and a sky full of stars.

I rubbed my eyes, my head still a little unclear. I looked at the falling night, unable to figure out where I was. After a while, when the remaining sleepiness faded away, my brain finally regained clarity.

Under the cover of night, the puddles on the road reflected the silvery moonlight, the cicadas chirped, and there seemed to be some frog calls in the distance.

I was stunned for a moment, and what subconsciously flashed through my mind were several ways of cooking frogs.

To be honest, I was very resistant to eating frogs back then. I always felt that this slippery-looking thing was very disgusting. Even after eating frog meat under the coaxing of my friends, I still found it difficult to change my opinion.

However, in the end times, I drove to the pond several times in the summer, carrying a big bag, and caught frogs to eat.

Because compared to other animals, frogs are really easy to catch, and they were the only meat I could easily get at that time.

Being hungry, I threw aside my prejudices and ate frog legs without hesitation, but this did not last long.

Once when I was catching frogs, I came across a rotting corpse in a pond. I don’t know when that person died, but I always remember the tragic appearance of the corpse.

In the pond full of green algae, on top of a naked and mutilated rotten corpse, there were densely packed frogs squatting. The frogs kept calling and jumping, with their bulging big eyes, which made people feel very disgusted.

That day, I vomited out everything I had eaten during the day.

Those are some terrible memories.

I am a little curious why I would think of this memory that is not worth remembering at this time.

However, when I think back to this memory, I always feel a little weird.

Now, I can easily catch all kinds of wild beasts and live a more relaxed life in this apocalyptic world.

But I was once like an ordinary person, struggling in this doomsday, and encountered many disgusting but unforgettable things.

However, if the me who used to struggle saw myself now, I would probably be very disappointed.

After a long silence, I turned the car key, lowered my brows, and started the car again. The cold white light illuminated the bumpy and uneven road ahead.

People always need to grow and will decay.

The black car was on the road again, its wheels rolled over the water, splashing yellow mud spots. The frogs that had no time to dodge were crushed into a ball of meat paste under the wheels.

The car window was wide open and cold wind blew in. There seemed to be a faint fishy smell. I couldn't help but shrink my body, trying to keep myself warm.

Amidst the bumpy ride, the darkness in the distance didn't shrink at all. Everything seemed to have no end, which made people irritated.

Occasionally, when the lights swept across, there would be zombies squatting on the side of the road that came into my sight. As usual, those zombies would excitedly chase the cars like flies.

The same is true tonight. After gradually increasing the distance, the zombies will disappear.

And they are the only creatures that welcome me back tonight.

As I expected, about an hour later, I successfully arrived at the city I was familiar with.

When the black car drove into the familiar street, I really felt like I was in another world. This should have been a sad moment, but because of my appearance, a tide of zombies naturally occurred in the city.

The overwhelming number of zombies swarmed in from all directions, completely blocking my way. I was furious. After stopping the black car, I strode into the stunned tide of zombies and threw a left hook at the zombie in the front.

"Your uncle's!"

After throwing a punch, I turned and left, still cursing angrily. The group of zombies looked at me, then dispersed with a look of disgust on their faces.

Sometimes, I admire the mobility of these zombies. When they come, they are like locusts passing through, densely packed, but when they leave, they are like patients with cerebral thrombosis, dragging their feet.