I sell Coke in the doomsday

I looked at Tongtong who had been silent, and spoke softly without any hesitation.

"This matter has to start from the very beginning. There were no zombies at that time. That day I received a text message that sounded like a scam..."

I began to tell the story about me, those gods, and what Qu Yunliu had done in so many reincarnations, including his own conclusions.

This story is harder to tell than I thought, and it's also longer, but I'm going to tell you most of it anyway.

Under the candlelight, Qu Yunliu's expression changed several times, but he leaned forward and listened very carefully, while I tirelessly told him most of the details of the story one by one.

Chapter 136 Negotiation (IV)

Countless reincarnations have not taught me anything. On the contrary, the repeated and similar yet coherent story lines often make me confused and question myself.

What idiot wrote this script?

The story is very long and I tell it very slowly. Qu Yunliu's initial smile gradually faded as I told the story, and became complicated and incomprehensible.

In my memory, Qu Yunliu's ending has many branches, but none of them is a good ending. It seems that every time when he is about to die, he can truly see himself clearly.

In the dim wooden house, it was impossible to determine the passage of time. I didn't know how much time had passed, but when I finished telling all the stories, I felt very tired.

The candle had long since burned out, and Qu Yunliu's figure was completely shrouded in darkness. At a glance, all one could see was pitch black.

And in this darkness, after a moment of silence, a somewhat dull voice was heard.

"How can I be sure whether what you said is true or not? And I don't think you will tell me everything. I don't seem to be worthy of you to do so."

"After all, I am just a dying man who is barely hanging on to life."

I sighed. Everyone asked me for proof, proof of my immortality, proof that I had repeated these tragic ten years many times.

This is really annoying.

In the darkness, I stretched out my right hand and activated the ability of mimicry. Specks of blue light gathered and condensed on my palm, turning into a light blue light source, dispelling the darkness in the cabin.

In the cold blue light, I saw Qu Yunliu huddled in a chair like a child, looking frustrated and gloomy, like a corpse that had died not long ago.

I twisted my wrist slightly, causing the blue light to twist, and whispered.

"This is the mimicry ability I mentioned. Now I am making my arm mimic a blue glowworm that I have seen before. Is this convincing enough?"

Hearing this, Qu Yunliu, who was curled up in the chair, did not react at all. His pair of black eyes glanced at my palm lightly and then quickly looked away, as if he had no interest at all.

The deathly aura spread, and Qu Yunliu seemed to have lost all support in an instant. He was as fragile as a newborn baby. He pleaded with a hoarse voice.

"Can you... disperse this light? I hate this blue light."

I frowned, but did not immediately disperse the mimicry. Instead, I looked at Qu Yunliu, who was as disheartened as a dead man, with the cold light, and remained silent.

This kind of silence lasted for a long time, until my mimicry ability dissipated and I returned to darkness. Then a somewhat weak voice was heard from the darkness.

"Thanks……"

I sighed in the darkness and said helplessly.

"This matter shouldn't frustrate you so much."

The voice echoed dully in the room, and a crisp sound came from the darkness, as if someone was bending the joints of his fingers very hard.

Snap! Snap! After a few crisp sounds, Qu Yunliu's voice finally rang out, just as hoarse as before, full of frustration.

"If time is fixed in these ten years, then what is the meaning of all that I have done?"

"It's ridiculous. I abandoned my conscience, betrayed my friends, and killed so many people."

"But in the end, I only have ten years to live in this world. Don't you think this is not worth dying for?"

My breath was choked and I was speechless. I knew exactly what Qu Yunliu was pursuing, to be remembered and worshipped like a god.

However, there are only ten years in this world, and after ten years, it’s time to start all over again. This really doesn’t make any sense.

I thought about it, took out a letter from my arms, put it on the table, and spoke slowly.

"I'm not good at comforting others, especially when the person is a stinky man, I have even less motivation to do so."

"You still need to figure this out yourself."

"Here is a letter that your mother left for you. I have read it in my last reincarnation, but I have not opened it in this reincarnation."

"I'll put the letter on the table now. If you want to read it, you can read it. If you don't want to read it, you can burn it."

After saying that, I stood up, turned around and left with Tongtong. When I opened the door, the light from outside the house poured in. I couldn't help but take a look at Qu Yunliu in the house in the evening sunlight.

He was still the same as before, sitting in the chair blankly without any reaction.

I shook my head, said nothing more, walked out of the wooden cabin with Tongtong, and closed the door.

Outside, it was already dusk, and it seemed that I had been talking for a really long time.

I looked at the sunset, took Tongtong's little hand, and sighed.

"It looks like nothing will come of it today. Let's go home and try again tomorrow."

Tongtong nodded obediently without any objection, so I took Tongtong with me, said a simple goodbye to Ajie, and then Tongtong and I drove the truck again and set off on our journey home.

The sunset burned the distant horizon red. The heavy body of the truck rolled over the thin layer of snow. The white snow diffused the dusk and was somewhat dazzling.

On the way home, Tongtong leaned against the car window, staring at the fiery clouds outside the window, and asked softly.

"Do you think Qu Yunliu will agree to cooperate with you tomorrow?"

I held the steering wheel, my expression gentle, shrugged slightly, and spoke softly.

"I don't know. I just can't see through this person."

"The Epiphyllum has completely affected his mind, and it is difficult to judge it with normal logic, but his mother's letter should be of some use."

Tongtong smiled when she heard this, looking relaxed, and spoke softly.

"You don't look worried."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile slightly. I was in a really good mood.

"He doesn't really have much choice. He seems to hate the ten-year reset more than I do."

Tongtong tilted her head slightly, thought carefully for a long time, then turned her head again, facing forward, looking at the horizon. She had lost interest in this matter, and instead pointed at the clouds in the sky and said with some nostalgia.

"Look, does that cloud look like the one we saw when we first met?"

I was slightly distracted and looked up, only to see that red cloud, which was no different from the most common clouds, nothing special about it, but I smiled and said.

"It does look alike, but what we saw that day was a little better."

Tongtong gave me a cute look and smiled sweetly, but she said as if she was reluctant to admit it.

"Humph, it's no use talking sweetly. I won't fall for it."

I secretly glanced at Tongtong who was giggling, and instead of exposing her insincerity, I expressed my sincere emotion.

"I may never see a more beautiful sunset in my life than that day."

Chapter 137 Frankness

"People have no right to tell me what to do, and they can't be too harsh on me."

The next day, when I saw Qu Yunliu again, he suddenly said these words to me. I couldn't understand what he meant at all. I just stood there quietly, looking at the pale-faced Qu Yunliu.

In today's wooden house, several large holes were brutally smashed in the originally closed space. The bright and dazzling sunlight shone directly into the house, and the gloom and darkness of the past disappeared under the light.

Qu Yunliu moved the chair to the place with the most sunlight, and his whole body looked as white as a colorless paper in the sunlight.

"Don't mind me, I'm just talking to myself, but I don't want to be heard only by myself, so I have to say it in front of you."

Unconsciously, something seemed to have changed, but I couldn't see it and couldn't understand it.

Qu Yunliu changed his usual gloomy look, stretched lazily in the sun, and said indifferently.

"You ruined me, Su Li."

I exhaled lightly, looked at Qu Yunliu who had become a stranger again, and said lightly.

"Don't say such nagging words. It sounds quite strange."

Qu Yunliu smiled when he heard this, and there was a kind of relief in his smile that I didn’t understand. He tilted his head back, put his hands behind his head, and spoke very lazily.

"Just think of me as a grudge woman. Anyway, I can understand them now."

I glanced at the sledgehammer next to the chair, then at the big hole in the wall, raised my eyebrows, and asked softly.

"Did you enjoy smashing things last night?"

Qu Yunliu narrowed his eyes slightly, paused for a moment, and then spoke slowly in a rather calm tone.

"It was a great pleasure... I really want to answer like that, but unfortunately my body can't be so honest."

"You know, I have lung problems. I was gasping for breath and coughing after only a few swings of the sledgehammer."

I blinked and said with some amusement.

"Even so, you still smashed it where it should be smashed."

Qu Yunliu closed his eyes completely, exhaled a long breath, and said in a low voice with some dissatisfaction.

"Your tone of voice is really unpleasant. Which bastard taught you that?"

I shrugged slightly and answered with some pride.

"This is a natural talent, a gift you can never envy."

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard Qu Yunliu's laughter. His voice was light and not ostentatious, but it sounded a little weak.

Qu Yunliu raised his hand slightly, covered his mouth, and began to cough violently. His body trembled. After a while, he stopped coughing, lay back in the chair, and said helplessly.

"God damn it, I'd rather die."

I touched my pants, my eyes flickered, and I spoke softly.

"I have watched you die in front of me many times, but each time, you didn't look happy."

"Death is not a pleasant thing."

Qu Yunliu slowly opened his eyes, with a little more interest in his eyes, and asked softly.

"Have you ever committed suicide?"

I smiled bitterly, paused awkwardly, and sighed.

"Although it's a bit shameful, no one may have more experience than me when it comes to suicide."

Qu Yunliu was unexpectedly interested in this topic. He sat up and continued to ask.

"When you die, will there be a revolving lantern? If so, what will it look like?"

In response to this, I could only shake my head with regret and said.

"Unfortunately, I am immortal and don't have such a pure near-death experience."

"So there's no way to answer that question. To me, suicide is just a sleep."

Qu Yunliu curled his lips, sighed in boredom, and said.

"How boring. I think I am more suitable to be a savior than you."

I neither denied nor agreed to this question, but looked at Qu Yunliu with burning eyes and spoke softly.

"Will you help me?"

Qu Yunliu smiled sarcastically, his eyes indifferent and he spoke nonchalantly.

"What help do you need? I'm already lying down."

"Anyway, according to what you said, after ten years, I will still be myself and go through all these bad things again."

"What's the point of helping you or not?"

I looked around and saw that, except for the chair under Qu Yunliu, all the chairs in the entire wooden house had been smashed to pieces.

So I could only sit down and talk to Qu Yunliu.

"You are not Qu Yunliu."

Qu Yunliu's breath was choked, he frowned and asked slowly.

"What does it mean?"