I sell Coke in the doomsday

Tongtong moved her body, then carefully placed her little head on my shoulder.

Okay, I admit this is a bit of a bad taste.

I didn't say anything and Tongtong was also very quiet, but this made me very satisfied. I just sat quietly with Tongtong, and those thoughts that drove me crazy before disappeared, leaving only faint traces.

At the same time, on the other side of the city.

Above the ruins, a pink flower fell to the ground, was picked up by the wind, and floated lightly into the sky.

The little pink flower fluttered in the wind, and finally slowly fell from the wind and landed on the shoulder of a nervous-looking man.

The man carried a bunch of messy things into a jeep, then got into the car with a group of people. After a while, the jeep drove slowly.

Everyone in the car looked nervous, holding guns and aiming out the window, but no one noticed the small pink flower on the man's shoulder.

Just like that, the little pink flower followed the group of panicked people all the way out of the city, across the plains, and through the woods.

After walking for a long time, the jeep finally stopped in front of the gate of a stronghold.

According to the standards of the end times, this stronghold is definitely magnificent, and the most obvious thing is the big shield symbol at the gate.

In the wooden sentry tower, hand gestures were used to convey messages to the gate.

Then, the gate slowly opened and the jeep successfully drove in and entered the stronghold.

A group of people came up and surrounded the jeep. Among them, a burly man pushed through the crowd and opened the door.

The man first glanced at the supplies piled in the car, nodded with some satisfaction, and then spoke to everyone in the car.

"Get out of the car, the leader wants to see you."

Hearing this, everyone in the car looked at each other, feeling uneasy, while the man who informed them of the news laughed and said.

"Don't worry, you've done a good job. The chief wants to receive you."

Hearing this, everyone finally felt relieved, unloaded their guns, got out of the car obediently, and turned their attention to the largest wooden house at the foot of the mountain.

On the top of the wooden house hangs a rusty shield, which is finely crafted and looks like a piece of handicraft.

The people who were looting supplies walked slowly towards the wooden house with a pious look on their faces. When they arrived at the house, they found that the leader of the stronghold was standing in the house with his back to them.

The furnishings in the cabin were extremely simple, with only a long wooden table that seemed to be made for large gatherings.

On the wall in the middle, there is an oil painting. In the painting, there is also a long table with thirteen people sitting at it. It is exactly the famous painting.

"The Last Supper"

This is of course not an authentic work, it is just a highly completed tribute.

The leader of the Shield Stronghold, Qu Yunliu, was standing with his hands behind his back, staring at the painting quietly.

“But no matter how many times I look at it, I always think it’s a great painting.”

Suddenly, Qu Yunliu turned his back to everyone and spoke slowly.

"People's talents really vary greatly."

Having said that, Qu Yunliu finally turned around, looked at the crowd who seemed a little at a loss, nodded slightly, and walked away slowly.

Everyone stood in a row nervously, not daring to move at all, while Qu Yunliu stretched out his hand and patted everyone's shoulders one by one with a gentle expression.

When he took the picture of the last person, Qu Yunliu's pupils shrank and he saw the pink flower.

Then, Qu Yunliu looked normal and clapped his hands again, but he pinched his fingers and secretly pinched the pink flower between his fingers.

Qu Yunliu held the pink flower in his hand calmly without letting anyone see. He walked in front of the crowd and spoke softly.

"Obviously, you're the talented ones, right?"

Hearing this, everyone perked up and responded loudly and seriously.

"Yes!"

Amidst the neat responses, Qu Yunliu keenly noticed that one person was a little slow and seemed a little hesitant.

Qu Yunliu walked up to the man, stretched out his hand, gently pressed on the man's shoulder, and asked softly.

"Are you afraid of this mission, my child?"

The man was a little nervous and stammered.

"No... no, Master Chief."

Qu Yunliu, like a loving father, put his forehead against the man's and spoke gently.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, kid."

“From the moment we are born into this world, the fear of death is rooted in our hearts.”

"As long as one is alive, no one can ignore the horror of death."

"but……"

Suddenly, Qu Yunliu changed the subject, raised his voice a little, and spoke slowly.

"All suffering is arranged by God."

"Death will not be our end. God has already built a temple for you. That is the real end."

"A coward cannot enter there, and the incompetent will not be favored there."

"The more you fear death, the easier it is for you to die."

"Only by dying gloriously in battle can one be qualified to reach the true destination."

After saying that, Qu Yunliu let go of the man and turned around with a smile on his face, but a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Today's conversation has confirmed in front of everyone that this man is hesitant about his faith, so in the next mission, let this cowardly guy die in an accident.

The more miserable the death, the more perfect it is.

Using this person's death to prove the statement about sacrifice is a very profitable deal.

Chapter 35: The Spreading Madness (Part 2)

"Everyone should know that after the previous incidents, we lost a lot of companions."

Qu Yunliu walked to the long table and gestured with one hand for everyone to sit down. Then a group of people came out with plates and placed them in front of everyone.

In the wooden bowl, there were some pieces of meat and cooked corn kernels, making the color of the soup look a little strange.

Although everyone was seated, their eyes were always on Qu Yunliu and they did not dare to move their chopsticks.

"We are in the light, and the enemy is in the dark."

"In future missions, you will probably run into the guy who killed our companions before."

Qu Yunliu put his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, squinted his eyes, looked at everyone, and said in a deep voice.

"I need you to pass on the enemy's intelligence."

"So, if you encounter an enemy, don't hesitate and make sure at least one person escapes."

"You have to use your bodies to carry it! To block it!"

"Try to buy as much time as possible for the messenger."

"do you understand?"

Hearing this, everyone nodded and responded loudly.

"Yes! Chief!"

Qu Yunliu nodded with satisfaction, then straightened up and whispered meaningfully.

"Remember, you are doing this for the entire stronghold, and also for... your family."

“They still have to live well.”

Hearing these meaningful words, everyone trembled slightly, and the fear in their eyes deepened.

Seeing this, Qu Yunliu smiled, clapped his hands gently, and spoke to everyone.

"Okay, let's start eating. I won't be an eyesore here anymore."

After saying that, Qu Yunliu turned and left. After he left, everyone started to pick up their wooden bowls and wolf down their food.

After Qu Yunliu walked out of the wooden house, he headed deeper into the stronghold. He saw that along the long mountain road, someone had dug a narrow cave in the mountain.

Qu Yunliu gently shook his fingers and pinched out the small pink flower. His breathing suddenly became a little rapid. After making sure that no one was following him, Qu Yunliu walked much faster.

He walked straight into the cave, went straight all the way, and after passing through the narrow passage, he came to a spacious stone prison.

Qu Yunliu seemed unable to bear it any longer, and hurriedly took out the pink flower, leaned against the wall, and buried his nose deep in the pink flower.

In the slightly dark stone prison, Qu Yunliu's breathing became increasingly heavy, rapid and uneasy.

He was seen taking a deep breath of the pollen, his body trembling, then he leaned against the wall with an intoxicated look on his face, slid down and sat on the ground.

"call……"

As if his mind was wandering in the void, Qu Yunliu's eyes looked somewhat empty at this moment, as if he had lost his soul, and the pink flower in his hand quickly withered and turned into a dry, yellow, wrinkled flake.

It was a long time before Qu Yunliu recovered from that strange state. He looked down at the withered pink flower in his hand, feeling unsatisfied.

At this moment, a hoarse voice came from the stone prison.

"Keep going like this and you'll die on this."

When Qu Yunliu heard this, his eyes turned cold and he turned his head to look into the stone prison. He saw a man with both legs chopped off, looking at him quietly.

The man was dressed in tattered clothes, with long, messy hair like weeds, dirty and unkempt, and a dark look in his eyes, like a savage.

Qu Yunliu looked at the savage-like man, raised his eyebrows slightly, and replied in a low voice.

"Instead of worrying about me, you might as well worry more about yourself."

The man in the stone prison heard this, but he smiled sarcastically and responded bluntly.

"What are you worried about? Are you worried that you'll kill me? That would be exactly what I want."

Maybe it was the effect of the pollen, but Qu Yunliu's body felt a little weak. He tried to sit up straight, looked at the man in the stone prison, and spoke slowly.

"I really regret it. I should have cut off your tongue."

Hearing this, the man in the stone prison suddenly became furious. He grabbed a stone and smashed it hard at Qu Yunliu, roaring.

"Then why don't you just do it? Why are you leaving me with this rotten life?!"

The stone fell at Qu Yunliu's feet, rolled a few times, and then stopped completely.

Qu Yunliu lowered his eyebrows, reached out to pick up the stone, sighed deeply, and spoke slowly.

"Because you saved me, I remember your kindness."

The man in the stone prison had a sad look on his face and laughed with a hoarse voice.

"Hahaha, so in order to repay you, you killed all my friends, sawed off my legs, and left me living like a half-human."

"You won't even give me a chance to feel good."

When he said this, veins on the man's forehead bulged and he yelled at Qu Yunliu hysterically.

"This is such a huge favor, Qu Yunliu!"

Qu Yunliu's face showed no joy or sadness. He just gently pinched the stone and spoke slowly.

"Some time ago, four fish came to the base and took the bait."

"One of them was called Wang Quan. I didn't want to kill him. I just wanted them to work as laborers in the fields."

"But he is too much like you, stupid and unaware, still fantasizing about treating people as human beings in this world."

Qu Yunliu threw the stone in his hand against the wall. He did not look at the man in the stone prison, but watched the stone rolling on the ground.

Suddenly, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face. He turned his head to look at the man in the stone prison. He pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a creepy smile, and spoke word by word.

"He's so much like you."

"So, I killed him and used his body as a meat dart, but the zombies ate him until nothing was left."

The man in the stone prison was stunned. His chest seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock and he could hardly breathe. After a moment, he seemed to admit defeat. He lowered his head in frustration and spoke in a low voice.

"We were doing great until you betrayed us."

Hearing this, Qu Yunliu rolled his eyes and shook his head while speaking.