I sell Coke in the doomsday

"You don't look like a person with such a bottom line."

Hearing this, Qu Yunliu chuckled, glanced at Ajie with a slightly playful look, and spoke calmly.

"You should know that in ancient times, although cannibalism was not something to be talked about, it was actually not that rare."

"During the war, many people used other people as military rations."

"But I am different from them. My purpose does not allow me to do that."

Ajie's expression eased a little, but he still didn't put down the dagger in his hand and asked.

"Purpose? Isn't your purpose to become a local emperor?"

Qu Yunliu did not deny this statement, but just looked into the distance and suddenly asked.

"Ajie, do you want to be a big shot?"

Ajie was stunned when he heard this, wondering why Qu Yunliu suddenly asked such a strange question. Qu Yunliu didn't wait for Ajie and answered softly.

"You know, I'm not destined to live for very long, but I don't care about that."

"Anyway...everyone is going to die."

"All I ask for is that someone will remember me countless years after my death."

“Tell my story, praise me, remember me.”

"As long as this is possible, even if I die, I will still be considered alive."

Chapter 129: Gambler (IV)

“I don’t care how long I can live, but I care how long I can exist after I die.”

"Ajie, have you ever seen dinosaur fossils? These creatures died hundreds of millions of years ago, but people have reassembled their bones and let people come and go to see them."

“It’s really enviable.”

Qu Yunliu rarely showed a bit of envy, his expression was dazed, and at this moment he actually looked like an innocent child.

Ajie looked at Qu Yunliu, slightly glanced at him, and spoke softly.

"Su Li told me that people who take Epiphyllum will have a certain obsession in their hearts magnified, and then become unlike themselves, and finally become an Epiphyllum addict."

"Qu Yunliu, you...are also going to become a drug addict."

Upon hearing this, Qu Yunliu just smiled faintly, not taking it to heart at all, and said with a smile.

"It is undeniable that Epiphyllum has indeed changed me, but I don't think it is a bad thing."

“On the contrary, if I had continued to be the way I was before, I would have lived this life in vain.”

Qu Yunliu turned around, patted Ajie on the shoulder, and spoke gently.

"You just like the cowardly and incompetent Qu Yunliu more."

“I don’t hate the idea that something I don’t like is wrong.”

"In this world, we have to live a more self-centered life after all."

Ajie looked at Qu Yunliu's hand on his shoulder, lowered his eyes slightly, and the hand holding the dagger moved, but finally quietly disappeared and put the dagger away.

After a while, Qu Yunliu had gone far away, leaving only his back. Ajie was still standing there, looking at the busy people in the shield stronghold and sighed deeply.

Whether one is willing to admit it or not, the Shield Fortress would collapse sooner without Qu Yunliu.

It is true that Qu Yunliu is a somewhat extreme madman, but at this moment, this madman is more like a savior than anyone else.

……

In the evening, the ancient city

The gate of the stronghold that had been tightly closed in the past few years is now wide open, and dense convoys loaded with supplies are moving towards the warehouse of the stronghold.

In a house in the stronghold, the window was slightly open, allowing the dim light outside to shine into the house.

Looking closely, there was a desk in front of the window of the wooden house, close to the wall. A young man was holding a book, reading it absent-mindedly.

The young man is none other than Wang Quan, who now holds a high status in the ancient city stronghold.

The desk was a bit old, as if it was picked up from a scrap factory. The long wooden table was stained with thick red paint and looked more like a desk from the early 90s.

Since childhood, reading some strange books has always been Wang Quan’s favorite thing to do. When holding a paper book in his hand, he always has a strange sense of satisfaction.

However, at this time, Wang Quan was holding the book in his hand, but he was a little absent-minded, and his eyes looked out the window from time to time.

Winter has arrived. For humans in the last days, winter has always been the most difficult time, but for the ancient city stronghold today, it is no longer a problem.

It was not known when, but Mo Li, whom Wang Quan had never been able to understand, was suddenly able to stop the surrounding zombies from attacking the people in the stronghold.

Such a strange ability is simply a fantasy, but no one in the entire stronghold dared to ask a question.

Wang Quan didn't care. He didn't care about the secret about Mo Li.

In fact, he himself couldn't figure out what he should care about at this point.

In the stronghold outside the window, except for those who were transporting supplies, there was no one else. The rest of the people hid in the house and did not dare to come out.

Wang Quan suddenly felt a little upset. He reached out to close the window, put down the book he had barely read, leaned back in the chair, and rubbed his eyes.

As the windows closed, the light in the room became dim. Wang Quan took a deep breath, looked at the small space, and slowly calmed down.

A long time ago, when the world was not what it is today, he, like most people, longed for a big, spacious and bright house.

But now, he prefers this kind of narrow, solitary space. Such a space can make him calm down and give him a strange sense of security.

It is like his heart, which should be reserved for him alone. It doesn’t need to be too big or too bright.

Wang Quan closed his eyes slightly, put his fingers on the table, pushed away the unfinished book, and slid his fingers lightly across the table.

There were many traces of knife carving on the rough table top. It seemed that the previous owner of the table was too naughty and scratched a lot of things on the table with a knife.

There are names, messy graffiti, and a word "Morning" carved out of boredom.

Come to think of it, this must really be a student desk from the early 90s, otherwise it wouldn't have been found in that garbage dump.

Unfortunately, this quietness did not last long.

Not long after Wang Quan closed his eyes, images of charred corpses, babies lying in pools of blood, and crying loudly emerged in his mind.

Scene after scene is played out in a unique way.

And from beginning to end, he just watched silently from a distance.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and stood up abruptly. He was sweating profusely, hunched over, and gasping for breath. There were so many bloodshot in his eyes that it was scary.

How long has it been? How long has this nightmare lasted?

The muscles on Wang Quan's face twitched slightly, his face was pale and bloodless, his hands turned to touch his face, and his body gradually began to tremble.

Mo Li's strategy to deal with him was really successful. He hated the people in this stronghold and wanted to kill those ungrateful guys.

However, when he really did that, looking at the body lying in a pool of blood, he did not feel a trace of relief. Instead, his heart felt empty, as if his heart had been dug out.

And what followed was more killing.

For the sake of his sister and to keep himself alive, Wang Quan, under Mo Li's orders, launched a cleansing and massacre of the surrounding strongholds.

He had never done anything himself, but looking at the smoke and the burning corpses, his heart sank uncontrollably.

Living just for the sake of living, his fragmented life, and the guilt that he couldn't talk about with others had almost tortured him into a madman.

"Oh shit."

Suddenly, Wang Quan cursed under his breath, clenched his fist, punched the desk in front of him, and spoke again.

Peng!

"Oh shit!"

As if he had found an outlet to vent his anger, Wang Quan stood up again, veins bulging, waving his fists, pounding the table in front of him, suppressing his voice and growling in a low voice.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

After a series of dull bangs, Wang Quan looked at the wound on his fist, and the pain belatedly surged to his brain. A trace of sadness flashed across Wang Quan's eyes, and he fell back into the chair, covering his face with his hands, and muttered in a low voice.

"Oh shit."

"What am I...doing?"

Chapter 130 The Executioner

Hey, hey, hey.

In the dim light, there was a gentle knock on the shabby wooden door. Wang Quan took a deep breath and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, hiding all the weakness on his face and replacing it with an indifferent expression.

Wang Quan took out a pistol from under the pillow on the bed, slowly loaded the magazine, and spoke calmly to the person outside the door.

"The door is unlocked, come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the knocking on the door stopped instantly. Then, with a teeth-grinding sound of the door opening, Wang Zixuan's figure appeared at the door.

Wang Zixuan had short hair, as short as a boy's. She stood outside the door, glanced at her brother who was loading bullets into his pistol, sighed inaudibly, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Brother, there are a few people we need to execute tonight."

Hearing this, a hint of sadness flashed across Wang Quan's eyes. He turned his head away so that Wang Zixuan could not see his expression clearly, and asked in a nonchalant tone.

"Oh, tell me what these people have done wrong."

"Is he another unlucky guy that Liu Yong is using to make fun of, or did he offend the person above?"

I forgot when it started, but Mo Li suddenly assigned the positions of executioners to Wang Quan and his sister. In the ancient city stronghold, people often died for strange reasons.

Those people would die if they wanted to, without execution, they would die in a beating by a drunken soldier, die on a street corner, die in a corner, die in a stinking garbage dump.

But occasionally, some people would be charged with obvious crimes and shot in public by the Wang Quan brother and sister, who once represented the order of the ancient city.

Wang Quan once asked why they had to do such unnecessary things, but he only got a perfunctory answer that he liked the sense of ritual.

No one knew since when, Mo Li became more and more moody. He locked himself in that three-story building and rarely came out.

But even so, no one dared to have any other thoughts. The monster had unscrupulously shown his immortality and his abnormal mimicry ability in front of everyone.

No matter how you think about it, this cannot be considered a human being.

Wang Zixuan walked into the house, looked at the extremely simple furnishings in the house, and spoke softly.

"This time is different from the past. It's one of the people we brought back from other strongholds last time. There's a fool named Zhang Tian. He brought a few people with him and planned to sneak away and join the Weidun stronghold that is against us."

Hearing this, Wang Quan paused in wiping the gun, then returned to normal the next moment and spoke nonchalantly.

"Why do you say he's stupid?"

Wang Zixuan raised his eyebrows, glanced at the door, and then spoke slowly.

"That shield stronghold doesn't have enough food or fuel. I don't know if it can survive this winter."

"And there is enough food here, and there is no problem keeping warm in the winter. As long as you are alive... and careful, it will always be easier to survive than in the Shield Stronghold."

Wang Quan did not comment. He slowly stood up, opened the wardrobe, and began to get dressed in preparation for the execution at night.

Seeing this, Wang Zixuan quietly closed the door, came behind Wang Quan, lowered his voice, and spoke nervously.

"Brother...something's wrong with you lately."

Wang Quan didn't refute anything, he just put on his clothes and replied indifferently.

"There aren't many normal people in this base. It's normal for me to look abnormal."

Wang Zixuan frowned slightly and shook his head.

"No, that's not what I meant. You know exactly what I wanted to say."

While Wang Zixuan was speaking, Wang Quan had already put on his clothes. He turned around, put his hand on Wang Zixuan's shoulder, and said in a deep voice.

"Zixuan, we are not qualified to have any wild thoughts right now."

"All we can do is to survive. We shouldn't be thinking about those inappropriate thoughts."

When Wang Zixuan heard this, her pupils trembled, and then she showed a bit of pain. She lowered her head very sadly, looked at her feet, and said softly.

"Brother, I..."

"I regret."