I sell Coke in the doomsday

There was no designated person or thing, but Wang Quan understood what his sister was saying.

Wang Quan's expression remained unchanged. He turned and walked towards the door, speaking lightly as he walked.

"I have nothing to regret, and you saw it at the time."

"We don't owe the people here anything, but they owe us a lot."

“We are their creditors.”

Behind him, Wang Zixuan said nothing and just followed Wang Quan silently. Wang Quan sighed softly in his heart. As a brother, he understood his sister better than anyone else.

My sister has never been a hard-hearted person. After a brief period of hatred, she will become soft-hearted again.

Especially when she saw the brutal massacres in other strongholds.

However, the current ancient city stronghold is not suitable for expressing one's emotions so bluntly.

Wang Quan didn’t know what special abilities Mo Li had, nor did he know how many spies he had placed around him. He could only take every step carefully.

Even though he was living in pain, he could only pretend to be indifferent to disguise his true feelings.

As for how long this disguise will last, Wang Quan himself has no answer.

It could be a year, or it could be a lifetime.

He is no longer the high-spirited young man he once was, but a struggling zombie, drifting further and further away from his former self.

Dusk falls and the sun sets.

Wang Quan brought Wang Zixuan to a relatively open place in the city. There were many black bloodstains on the ground, as well as some unspeakable meat residues and oil stains.

This is the place of execution. It is not the time for execution yet, but some people have gathered around. Some of these people come here voluntarily, while others are forced to come here to watch the upcoming execution.

Next to the execution ground, there were chairs prepared in advance. Wang Quan and Wang Zixuan sat on them. Listening to the noise coming from the crowd, Wang Quan slowly closed his eyes and waited quietly.

There were always strange voices in the crowd. Some were talking about the people who were about to be executed, and some were secretly talking about Wang Quan and Wang Zixuan, brother and sister.

Today, the ancient city stronghold has many more people brought from other destroyed strongholds. Those people don’t know Wang Quan and his sister, and can only learn about them through the words of the original residents of the ancient city.

Therefore, the eyes looking at Wang Quan suddenly became more complicated.

Wang Quan waited for a long time, until the sun completely sank into the horizon, and then someone escorted the unlucky guy of the day to the execution ground.

Hearing the noise in the crowd becoming noisier, Wang Quan realized that those unlucky guys had been sent here. He opened his eyes tiredly and looked towards the execution ground.

Sure enough, there were already four unlucky guys there, tied up tightly, kneeling there.

Without any hesitation, Wang Quan took out his pistol, opened the safety, and walked towards the men while speaking slowly.

"As usual."

"We're going to put you on hospice care."

"So, do you have any last words?"

Chapter 131: Sleep Well

"As usual."

"We're going to put you on hospice care."

"So, do you have any last words?"

When speaking, Wang Quan's tone couldn't help but have a hint of teasing, and he seemed to be enjoying it, but even he himself was not sure whether this was a disguise or not.

The four men knelt on the ground, three of them were pale and trembling, unable to utter a word. Only one man looked at the crowd in the distance and suddenly spoke.

"Do you have steamed buns? I want to eat steamed buns."

Hearing this, Wang Quan put the muzzle of the gun against the back of the man's head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with some surprise.

"Do you like eating steamed buns?"

The man shook his head, his voice flat, as if the person about to be executed was not him, and he did not have any special emotions.

"I don't really like steamed buns. For a long time, I ate greasy fast food for three meals a day."

"But... my wife loves it very much. When she was pregnant, she ate steamed buns every day."

"So, I thought since I was going to die anyway, I might as well eat some steamed buns before I die. At least I could show off to that yellow-faced woman."

"After all, she didn't get to eat her favorite steamed buns when she died."

The man's voice was very steady, and there was no change even when he talked about his wife. It sounded like he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Wang Quan's fingers moved slightly, and a strange look flashed across his eyebrows, but he couldn't help but continue asking.

"When did she die?"

The man paused, then laughed out loud, as if he remembered something happy, and spoke while laughing.

"She was lucky. When the zombie virus broke out, she turned into a zombie. Apart from not being late and asking me to bring her the steamed buns, she didn't suffer much."

Wang Quan frowned slightly, not liking the man's attitude at the moment, and tapped the man's head gently with the barrel of the gun.

“This is not something to be happy about.”

Hearing this, the man suddenly turned around and looked at Wang Quan with a raised eyebrow. His facial features were covered in blood, as if he had been tortured before coming here.

"She is different from people like me. She values ​​dignity very much. What do you think would happen if she lived in this era?"

"It will only make you die sooner and in more pain."

Wang Quan's heart skipped a beat. Facing the man's half-smile, he felt guilty for some reason. He used the barrel of the gun to force the man's face back and said coldly.

"From what you said, you don't value dignity very much, so why do you want to commit suicide?"

The man didn't care about Wang Quan's rude behavior. He turned his head to look at the crowd below the stage and spoke softly.

"I have always felt that dignity is something that is given by others. If others have never given you this thing, you wouldn't be too eager for it."

“But once you have it, when you lose it, the so-called dignity will open a hole in your heart.”

"I have never had so-called dignity since I was a child. I have slept on the streets, picked up scraps, and been beaten by people."

"So, I always feel that dignity is something that cannot be eaten, but it doesn't matter if you don't have it."

"However, my yellow-faced wife values ​​this thing very much. She wants to give me dignity."

When he said this, the man's voice finally showed a slight emotional fluctuation, but it was only fleeting. When he spoke again, all his sadness had been hidden somewhere.

"She respects me a lot, even though she can get a little mad."

"But if someone offends me or disrespects me, she will definitely not agree."

The man said this with a self-deprecating smile and spoke softly.

"We all have a hard time, but there are always people willing to protect their own and others' dignity."

"She is really wronged by following me."

The man always spoke slowly, but his pronunciation was very clear. The noisy crowd had long since quieted down, and everyone had different expressions on their faces as they listened to the man's voice.

There is numbness, indifference, playfulness, and loneliness.

Wang Quan's mouth twitched, his eyebrows drooped, and he finally asked the question.

"So... why do you want to seek your own death?"

The man let out a long breath and spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

"I have never been a smart person. I lived in a daze for a few years, and then I thought about it for a few years."

"I always feel that she left me nothing in this life. It was really too hasty."

"One day when it was snowing, I fell asleep leaning against the door. When I woke up, there was a layer of snow on my shoulders."

“It was a cold day, but no one came to wake me up.”

"When I stood up and shook off the snow, I suddenly started crying like a wimp, with snot almost running out of my nose."

Having said that, the man turned his head again, his expression gentle, his dark eyes full of relief. He looked at Wang Quan and spoke softly.

"At that moment, it suddenly occurred to me that the only thing she left me might be..."

"My dispensable dignity."

"I may not care about my own dignity, but I care about the dignity she gives me."

"Fortunately, dignity is the easiest thing to obtain."

"After all, it's just death."

Wang Quan looked quietly at the man in front of him. Wang Zixuan, who was behind him, gently touched his back. He ignored his soft-hearted sister and looked at the man and spoke softly.

"There are no steamed buns in the base."

Hearing this, the man smiled carefreely and spoke softly.

"If you have it in the future, can you put the steamed buns in front of my grave? I will receive them down there and give them to her."

Wang Quan did not answer this question. His eyes flickered, and the indifference he had deliberately pretended to have became complicated and unclear at this moment. He slowly raised his pistol, looked at the man, and asked softly.

"tell me your name."

The man straightened his back and answered neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Zhang Tian, ​​my name is Zhang Tian."

Wang Quan moved his fingers and gently placed them on the trigger. He narrowed his eyes slightly, took a last look at Zhang Tian, ​​and spoke slowly in a very soft voice.

"Nice to meet you."

"Zhang Tian."

Bang! A sharp gunshot rang out, and the spinning bullet instantly pierced Zhang Tian's head, splashing red blood with some minced meat and white brain matter.

Bang! Zhang Tian's body shook, then fell down, landing among the blood and dust, and died.

boom! boom! boom!

Without any hesitation, Wang Quan moved his arm slightly and fired three more shots at the remaining three people, executing them all cleanly and efficiently.

As the body fell to the dust, Wang Quan lowered his head slightly, looked at Zhang Tian's body at his feet, and spoke slowly in a voice that only he could hear.

"Sleep well, Zhang Tian."

Chapter 132 Negotiation (I)

After the execution, Wang Quan put away his gun expressionlessly, turned around and left, as if he had done something insignificant. Wang Zixuan followed behind him with flickering eyes and a complicated look.

The crowd in the distance gradually dispersed as the execution ended, and the entire ancient city was once again shrouded in darkness and silence.

In the distance, in a three-story building, Mo Li put down the monocular telescope in his hand with an indifferent expression.

"Do you care about that man named Wang Quan?"

A strange sound suddenly sounded behind Mo Li, like countless sounds combined together, and when it sounded, it was like countless bees vibrating their wings at the same time, buzzing.

Mo Li didn't look back. He played with the monocular telescope in his hands and spoke softly.

"You're talking more and more."

The voice sounded again, making a slightly odd laugh, and spoke slowly.

"Having a body is indeed a very interesting thing. We always subconsciously imitate you humans, so it is normal for us to have some changes."

A gloomy light flashed across Mo Li's eyes. He turned around and looked behind him, only to see that in the three-story building behind him, in addition to a girl in white, there was also a young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.

At this moment, the young man was sitting in front of a wooden table, holding a knife and fork in his hand, slowly eating the meat on the plate. The meat was bright red in color, and it was unknown what kind of creature it came from.

Mo Li raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of sneer, and spoke to the young man rudely.

"Now it seems that your two nebulae are nothing special."

Hearing this, the young man did not even raise his head. He continued to use the knife and fork in his hand to cut the meat on the plate and spoke softly.

"If you look at it from your human perspective, this may be true."

"But we are not humans after all. In fact, the same principles cannot be applied to different lives."

"We have been observing you humans for a long, long time. In our opinion, you have always been very strange creatures."

"I can't understand your desires, nor can I understand your moral concepts."