I sell Coke in the doomsday

"This... is a bit difficult."

"I have no idea where I should look for these seeds."

Qu Yunliu smiled when he heard this, as if he had been prepared. He slowly stood up and walked towards Ajie. When he walked in front of Ajie, he took out a prepared map from his pocket and handed it to Ajie.

"In fact, there is a large seed warehouse in Yangling City. Unfortunately, as far as I know, when the zombie crisis broke out, all the people nearby turned into zombies."

"So that area is one of the most densely populated areas with zombies. It's very dangerous."

Qu Yunliu suddenly reached out, patted Ajie's shoulder, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"But at the same time, it is well preserved, and the seeds stored there are the most valuable things in this world."

Hearing this, Ajie was a little hesitant. No matter who went to such a dangerous place, there would probably not be much hope of survival. But looking at Qu Yunliu's earnest eyes, Ajie finally gritted his teeth, lowered his head slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, leave this to me."

Seeing this, Qu Yunliu's expression changed, his eyes were burning, he stretched out his hands, pressed them on Ajie's shoulders, and said sincerely and gratefully.

"Ajie, this is what I, Qu Yunliu, owe you."

"From now on, no matter what your request is, as long as it comes from your mouth, I, Qu Yunliu, will do my best to help you achieve it."

Hearing this, Ajie smiled bitterly, shook his head, and sighed softly.

"Let's talk about this after I come back alive."

Qu Yunliu's expression remained unchanged. He grabbed Ajie and continued to express his gratitude for a long time. He looked very excited, and it seemed that he was unable to fully express his gratitude to Ajie.

Ajie couldn't stand this scene. After smiling awkwardly, he found an excuse and left.

Qu Yunliu stood there, watching Ajie leave with a subtle but warm look on his face. When Ajie's figure disappeared from his sight, a cold light flashed in Qu Yunliu's narrowed eyes, and he spoke slowly in a voice that only he could hear.

"You can die there, Ajie."

A light breeze blew gently along the window. Qu Yunliu put his hands behind his back, turned around, and looked at the empty hall with an indifferent look.

He didn't hate Ajie, nor did he hate those nine people, and he didn't like the feeling of holding power.

"Cough cough..."

Qu Yunliu suddenly started coughing. He covered his mouth with his hands and looked painful. After he stopped coughing, he wiped the corner of his mouth, raised his head slightly, and looked at the empty walls of the conference hall, slightly absent-minded.

"It's a bit... too fast."

Yes, everything happened too fast. My plans were disrupted by that ancient city stronghold. According to my original idea, I should lie dormant for a few more years, build up my own power, and kill all the people who might get in the way at once.

But because of the guy named Mo Li in the ancient city stronghold, everything had to be done in advance. That guy named Mo Li was too powerful, and he could not let this stronghold fall into his hands.

Qu Yunliu knew something about what was happening in the ancient city. Mo Li brought a lot of supplies and equipment to ensure that the people inside could survive.

But that kind of hell on earth was not what Qu Yunliu wanted. What he wanted was a strong and orderly stronghold.

He wanted to turn the Blue Mountain stronghold into a high-rise building with himself as the foundation. When he died, the building would collapse without its foundation, and he would become the only person that those who survived would miss.

He does not need material enjoyment or a long life, he just wants a name.

……

Eight days later, heavy rain came and lasted for several days.

I always thought that I was already very familiar with the city of Yangling, but I forgot about this city's damn, endless rainy season.

It was raining heavily. I was holding the little one in my arms, sitting in front of the French window with a tired look on my face, staring at the rain slowly gathering outside the window, stunned.

The sound of raindrops is soothing and lulling people to sleep. The little one in my arms slowly falls asleep in the sound of rain, but I can't sleep.

The milk powder at home has been completely used up, there is not any left. There is still a lot of milk powder left in the supermarket outside, but I dare not use it.

Three days ago, the little one started vomiting and having diarrhea after drinking expired milk powder. I, who don’t know how to take care of children, was in a panic and ran around the house like a headless fly.

After this serious illness, the little guy became even weaker, his face became cold and pale, and his body temperature was a little low. It looked like he would die at any time.

Therefore, I dare not use expired milk powder anymore, and getting cows and sheep that can produce milk has become a problem that can no longer be delayed.

These past few days, I felt like I was tied with an invisible chain, always staying by the little one's side, fearing that she would die quietly when I left.

I have died many times, so I know very well that when a person dies, the most frightening thing is that there is no one around.

Loneliness is really a disgusting thing.

I have never given the little one a name because I was afraid that she would die in front of me. If she doesn't have a name, then when the time comes, I might not be too sad.

In the gloomy rain, I hesitated, but looking at the pale little guy in my arms, I finally sighed, turned around and walked into the house, wrapped the little guy in several layers of thick clothes, and walked out of the community with a tattered umbrella.

We can’t let this rain continue to waste time, the little guy may not be able to hold on until then.

The pickup truck was parked just outside the community. Because of the heavy rain, all the zombies on the street had hidden themselves away, and the road was clean for the first time in a long time.

After I put the little guy in the car, I turned around and came to the empty carriage. With a wave of my hand, a pile of Coke appeared out of thin air and filled the carriage.

Finally, after a long time, I became a doomsday businessman again.

I threw the tattered umbrella into the rain, opened the car door, turned the key, started the car, and started driving out of the city in the heavy rain.

In the rain, when the pickup truck turned an intersection, a lonely figure flashed by.

Pale skin, long black hair, and a dazed, confused expression. Although blurry, it looks very much like Tongtong.

I was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stepped on the brakes and quickly turned my head to look back, only to see heavy rain like a curtain, and there was nothing behind me but heavy rain.

An illusion? Yes.

There are still several years before Tongtong appears. Why am I going crazy?

I shook my head and smiled bitterly, looked at the sleeping little guy, and restarted the car.

The wheels turned, rolling over the puddles on the ground and moving away in the rain.

At this time, I didn't know that when I was driving away in the pickup truck, there was a figure who was looking at the pickup truck in a daze and wanted to catch up, but it was too late.

Chapter 101: Chance Encounter (I)

The rain was pouring down and the wind was howling.

Gloomy rain clouds gathered in the sky like a huge whirlpool. Dense raindrops hit the car windows with a crackling sound. Everything looked like doomsday.

The road surface has become a bit dilapidated over the years. On normal days, when the light is good, I can still avoid the potholes in time, but at this time the heavy rain turned the entire road into a pool of water, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Under such bad road conditions, I could only control the speed of the pickup truck very slowly to avoid any accidents in this extreme environment.

I was a little annoyed, so I dug out a pack of cigarettes from the pickup truck, took out a cigarette, put it to my lips, and when I was about to light it, I suddenly turned my head and looked at the sleeping little guy.

After a moment, my eyes dimmed, I gently rolled down the car window, leaving a gap, and threw the box of cigarettes into the heavy rain.

The air was slightly cold. While I was steering, I reached out and touched the little guy's forehead.

Fortunately, she didn't have a fever.

In this doomsday world, if such a young child has a fever, there is a possibility that he or she will die.

Out of boredom, I drove the pickup truck slowly forward and whispered to the little guy in the seat.

"Don't blame me, little one."

"Before, I actually didn't like children at all. I always thought they were annoying, so I didn't have much experience in taking care of people."

"However, fortunately, we don't have any feelings for each other yet. If something bad really happens, I don't think we need to..."

“It’s so sad…”

I feel like a scumbag when I say such things, but no one will blame me, and these words are just my crazy talk.

At this moment, the pickup truck drove over a body of water and there was a violent bump. In this bump, the little guy finally woke up.

Although she was so weak, the little one still let out a very loud cry. I sighed, stopped the pickup truck, and held the little one in my arms, gently patting her sides, rocking her, and comforting her.

After a few minutes of comforting, the little guy finally stopped crying, but he was no longer sleepy. His black and bright eyes looked straight at me, and his two little hands waved as if he wanted to touch my face.

"It's really not a worry."

I picked up the little girl and lifted her up slightly so that she was facing me. I saw that she really stretched out her little palm and gently placed it on the tip of my nose.

When I touched her, the little girl seemed to treat this as an interesting game. She smiled foolishly with her little mouth. I was slightly startled but then I couldn't help but laugh along with her.

The rain was still falling, but much less intense, so I used a strap to secure the little guy in my arms and restarted the car.

The little one can crawl now, so in order to prevent her from crawling around and falling, I can only hold her in my arms.

The scenery ahead can also attract some of her attention. I hope she will stop crying. I am most afraid of hearing children crying.

The car started again and moved forward slowly. The little girl was actually quite well-behaved. After sitting in my arms, she became quiet and stopped crying. But her hands and feet were not honest. She seemed to want to climb onto my shoulders and kept pulling my clothes with her hands.

Seeing her so energetic, I felt a lot more relieved. Next, after solving her food problem, I guess there won't be any big problems.

For some reason, although I was not used to the feeling of having my clothes pulled by the little guy, my mood inexplicably improved.

This road is very long and is destined to take a long time. When the pickup truck drove into the muddy dirt road, the heavy rain finally stopped and the dark clouds dispersed bit by bit.

This is an extremely remote road. As far as I can remember, the cattle and sheep breeding base was located on an extremely remote plain, and there were only about twenty people in the entire base.

The place they occupied was once a dairy farm. When the zombie virus broke out, most of the cows on the farm seemed to have run away, leaving only a few for them to barely survive.

Those people had no ability to move remotely, nor did they have any guns. Fortunately, because of this, that stronghold was almost the only pure land on earth.

There is no fighting and no oppression. Although life is hard and difficult, we are still living like human beings.

I remember that in my last reincarnation, I wanted to join that stronghold and spend my life in peace. However, before I made a decision, when I went to that stronghold again, it had already been destroyed.

As far as I can remember, in the ninth year of the apocalypse, there was an unprecedented tide of corpses in this area. Many strongholds that were barely surviving were completely reduced to bones in that tide of corpses.

This naturally includes the breeding farm.

No one knew what caused that unprecedented zombie tide. Perhaps the person above thought it was too dull, so he made some special arrangements.

While I was daydreaming, the pickup truck drove past a barren mountain, and after turning the foot of the mountain, there was a vast plain.

After the rain, the sky cleared up and the view became much wider. I patrolled the plain according to my memory and finally found the stronghold in an inconspicuous place.

The grass here is lush and the water is rich, so few people come here, so the weeds here are more than a person tall. If there are zombies hiding in the grass, it would definitely be an extremely terrifying thing.

The pickup truck drove straight through the tall grass, but my vision was obstructed and I couldn't see the farm at all. I could only drive straight past it.

I was lucky. After wandering around for half an hour, the farm covered by grass finally appeared in front of me.

At this time, everything was quiet and there was no sound around. The gate of the farm was rusty and overgrown with weeds. It seemed that no one lived there.

If it were anyone else, they would think that this was just an abandoned place and there was no need to explore it, but it couldn't fool me and I knew that there were people here.

I parked the pickup truck outside the gate instead of crashing in. This gate is the only thing that can stop the zombies for those people inside, and it cannot be destroyed.

After a moment, I opened the car door, held the little guy in my arms, walked slowly towards the gate, and called softly.

"Anyone there? I'm here to do business."

My voice echoed there, but no one answered, which made me sigh. I reached my fingers into the iron door, unlocked the lock that had long been broken, and strode in.

The farm was in a dilapidated state and didn't look like a place where anyone lived. All kinds of debris, like garbage, were scattered everywhere, pressing down on the weeds.

I held the little one in my arms and walked forward step by step. When I passed a simple shed, I felt something pressing against my waist.

"Don't...don't move, or I'll smash your head off."

It was a man's voice, a little flustered, a little scared, without a trace of confidence. I had already seen this man, but in order to avoid misunderstanding, I had to play along.

I raised my hands obediently, with a gentle look and a calm tone.

"Don't get me wrong, I mean no harm."

"I'm here to do business with you."

Hearing this, the man behind me took a breath, and was extremely nervous, but still deliberately pretended to be fierce, and spoke loudly.

"Did I fucking ask you to speak? Be quiet."

He looks fierce but is actually a coward. I think anyone can tell that this man is afraid, but the little one in my arms can't understand.

After hearing the man's loud voice, the little guy was frightened and immediately burst into tears. The loud cry instantly echoed throughout the farm.

"Wow!!!!!"

This sudden change made me and the man behind me feel a little bit at a loss. After a moment, the man behind me said somewhat embarrassedly.

"You...go and comfort the child first."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I held the little one in my arms, rocked her gently, and began to comfort her. But at this moment, several people hiding in the bushes came out. A young woman walked over quickly, took the little one from my arms with disgust, and held her in her arms skillfully.