I sell Coke in the doomsday

"it is finally over."

Facing the morning light, I reached out and untied the white cloth covering the girl's eyes. The girl's eyes were not beautiful, but they were very clean. She sat uneasily in the passenger seat, not daring to make any movement.

I took the white cloth covering her eyes and threw it out of the car. The white cloth fluttered in the wind and fell into the mud.

The strange girl squinted her eyes. Having been in darkness for a long time, her eyes could not adapt to the oncoming sunlight for a while. After a moment, she finally adapted to the light and looked at me weakly.

"Am I... saved?"

Hearing this, I rubbed my eyes which were becoming more and more sore. My eyeballs felt like dried stinky fish, dry and hard. I glanced at the strange girl and said softly.

"Yes, you are saved."

Hearing this, the strange girl suddenly pursed her lips, and her clear pupils became moist, as if a rainstorm was brewing.

However, after a moment, the girl reached out and patted her face, forcing herself to cheer up without shedding a single tear.

I glanced at the girl and asked softly.

"Aren't you going to cry?"

The girl sniffed hard and then spoke in a dry voice.

"Don't cry. If you cry, the dead can't come back."

"I'm still alive now, there's nothing to cry about."

I stopped talking and drove forward, traveling through this still somewhat unfamiliar city.

Along the way, traces of yesterday's battle were still left everywhere in the city, including wrecked cars, burning cars, and corpses with only broken limbs left.

Amid the devastation, the girl suddenly burst into tears, looking at the corpses and remains, she remembered something and could not stop crying.

I am not good at comforting others, so I just pretended to be a blind person and let the girl cry.

Sometimes, a good cry is the best way to vent.

Come to think of it, I haven't cried for a long time. My eyes have been wet before, but I can never sit on the ground and cry like I did when I was a child to vent my grievances.

I quietly adjusted the rearview mirror, and then looked through it at the crying girl.

Ah, how enviable.

Chapter 170 Hope (revised)

Facing the dawn, I drove around the city for a long time and saw a huge column of smoke in the distance. That was the signal Tongtong gave me.

My eyes were becoming more and more sore, and I was feeling listless and drowsy. Fighting all night long was not only physically strenuous, but also took a toll on my mental health.

Keeping my last bit of consciousness, I drove the car to the place filled with huge columns of smoke. It was an abandoned hospital building where several cars were stacked on top of each other, burning and emitting large amounts of black smoke.

The hospital building was littered with corpses. The corpses had fair skin and except for their exploded heads, there were no other injuries on their bodies.

He was obviously killed by one blow. I don't think there is anyone else except Tongtong who can do such a thing.

After driving the car into the abandoned hospital building, the corpses of intelligent zombies in sight became more dense, much more than what I encountered last night.

In the early morning sun, the melted snow mixed with blood made the ground mottled.

This is really not a happy scene, I thought, and pushed open the car door and walked out.

The white paint was peeling off, and on the pure white building, there were several iron frames hanging in strange postures. The zombie bodies did not have the bloody smell like humans, but a faint smell of glue.

I stared into the shadow of the abandoned building, hoping for good news. One after another, figures walked out. They were terrified, dazed, and at a loss, as if they were babies who had come into this world for the first time.

A figure stepped through the snow and blood, and pounced towards me like a flying bird. I didn't even dodge and was knocked to the ground by her.

A familiar smell came, I reached out my hand, rubbed Tongtong's little head, and said helplessly.

"Don't be like this, we've only been apart for one night."

Tongtong lay on my chest, stroked our faces with her slender hands, and answered softly.

"I read in a book that if your partner goes to do something dangerous, you should give him/her the warmest welcome when he/she returns by chance."

"Knock him down, kiss him, hold him and cry."

I turned my face to the sky, looked at the gradually rising sun, and sighed.

"Have you tried this trick before?"

Tongtong smiled, raised her head slightly, stretched out her white fingers, pressed them on my lips, and spoke softly.

"It would be meaningless to just say it out loud."

I tilted my head slightly, looking past Tongtong and at the people who walked out of the shadows. After a moment of confusion, they looked at Tongtong with fear, as if they were looking at a monster.

Thinking of the zombie corpses all over the place, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Tongtong has never shown such terrifying power in front of me. How exaggerated is her destructive power?

I patted Tongtong, stood up, looked at the headless corpses on the ground, and asked Tongtong softly.

"Tongtong, how did you do it?"

Although I have long known that Tongtong can protect these humans, it would never be that simple. The zombie corpses on the ground have no other scars except for their exploded heads, which proves that they didn't even have a chance to struggle and escape.

This is a force more terrifying than guns.

Tongtong stood beside me with her hands behind her back. Her expression became a little complicated. After hesitating for a moment, she spoke in a low voice.

"I have a form that is not human."

I raised my eyebrows, a little surprised. In all the years of reincarnation, I have never seen Tongtong show any non-human form, which makes me a little puzzled.

"Why have I never seen it?"

Tongtong lowered her head slightly, looking at her own shadow, not allowing me to see her expression, and spoke in a calm voice.

"Because that form is scary, ugly, and disgusting. I don't want you to see me like that."

I seemed to have asked a question that I shouldn't have asked, but Tongtong was more open-minded than I expected. She leaned back, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said in a quirky way.

"You'll never see me like that anyway."

Looking at the somewhat childish Tongtong, I couldn't help but smile, reached out my hand, held her hand, and whispered.

"Sometimes, I can't help but wonder, as the opponent assigned to me in the gambling game, aren't you a little too strong? You're not prepared for a mortal like me at all."

I was suddenly startled and my gaze shifted to Tongtong. The words I had just said kept echoing in my mind, and a bold idea came to my mind.

Perhaps, Tongtong was never created to deal with me.

Tongtong noticed my abnormality, moved her nose slightly, sniffed herself, and said something strange.

"Do I smell weird?"

I smiled slightly, didn't think any more, held Tongtong's hand, and strode into the depths of the building.

Deep inside the building, Lu Ruisheng was holding Xiaojuzi's hand and looking at me with a complicated expression. When Tongtong and I walked in front of him, he looked at Tongtong with some fear and sighed softly.

"I never knew that your friend is a much scarier person than Chen Ben."

I ignored the deep meaning in Lu Ruisheng's words, looked directly into his pupils, and said lightly.

"Chen Ben is dead. Counting the zombies here and the ones I killed last night, there is no intelligent zombie left in this city."

"What are you going to do?"

After hearing the news of Chen Ben's death, Lu Ruisheng's eyes flashed with excitement, but he quickly suppressed it. He looked down at Xiaojuzi, who had a gloomy expression, and spoke slowly.

"What else can we do? Without the intelligent zombies, this city is safer than anywhere else, and we still have enough supplies to support it."

“We’re here to stay.”

I am not surprised by this, because after all the efforts of Chen Ben over the years, this city is indeed much safer than other human settlements. I can live a normal life here, and at least I won’t have to worry about supplies.

As soon as I thought of this, I whispered to Lu Ruisheng.

"We will stay here for a few days to clear out any intelligent zombies that may remain here."

"Choose a safe place and take some simple precautions. After all, one or two of the imprisoned mindless zombies might escape."

Hearing this, Lu Ruisheng looked at me deeply, then bent down humbly, bowed to me, and said in a complicated voice.

"Thank you, thank you very much."

"I have done a lot of wrong things, and I will do my best to make up for it."

I didn't say anything and let Lu Ruisheng salute. After Lu Ruisheng straightened his back, I squatted down and looked at Xiaojuzi, who had a gloomy face and red eyes.

She must have cried for a long time, and her already small body looked even weaker and thinner now.

"Little Orange, would you like to talk to your uncle?"

I gently rubbed Little Orange's head with my palm. Little Orange remembered my voice and didn't resist. He just replied simply with a heavy nasal tone.

"Ah."

Lu Ruisheng's eyes moved, and he seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. But after looking at me, he took back all his words and stood quietly aside.

I held Little Orange's hand and walked slowly into the shadow of the abandoned building.

"Uncle, brother...brother is gone?"

Little Orange asked me softly in a weak and uneasy voice. I think she asked this question to more than just me. She was not trying to confirm anything, but hoping to get a different answer.

I stopped, sighed deeply, and spoke softly.

"Little Orange, do you believe your uncle?"

Little Orange nodded without any hesitation and said weakly.

"Brother believes in you, uncle, so I believe in you too."

My eyes wandered, looking everywhere aimlessly, but I whispered in a low voice.

"Little Orange, life is a very romantic thing."

“Spring goes and autumn comes, flowers fade and bloom.”

"There will come a day in the future when Jasmine will reappear in this world. He will still be him, and you will still be you."

"But you won't have this memory. He doesn't know you, and you and I don't know him."

"Are you... willing to accept this outcome?"

I tried hard to describe how everyone would survive after the world restarted. Little Orange listened very carefully, and I don't know if she understood what I meant.

After thinking seriously for a while, Little Orange suddenly asked with some anticipation.

"Uncle, can my brother really survive?"

I rubbed Little Orange's head, smiled, and spoke softly.

"There will come a day."

Chapter 171: Strange Gathering (I)

As agreed, Tongtong and I stayed in this city for a few more days to hunt down the remaining intelligent zombies. It was an extremely boring task.

Fortunately, Tongtong's sense of smell can easily detect the traces of those guys, so the mission was completed smoothly.

After three days of hunting, Tongtong and I left the city and headed towards our destination again.

In the following days, we did not encounter anyone like Chen Ben again, but we did encounter other human settlements.

Kindness seemed to have become something out of a fairy tale. The human strongholds had no other response to our arrival except hunting us down.

Fighting and running all the way, time passed quickly and we were getting closer and closer to our destination.

Fifteen days after we set out from the Shield Stronghold, we arrived at a city full of zombies.

The temperature gradually rose and the air became humid, which proved that we were getting closer to our destination.

I was holding a flashlight, rummaging through a dark supermarket, choosing dinner for today.

Many of the shelves in the supermarket had been emptied, probably because they had been looted by the nearby human settlements. I searched the supermarket for a long time and only found two boxes of expired biscuits.

I hesitated for a moment, but still opened the package, looked at the biscuits with mold spots, and took a bite.

In the humid environment, the biscuits became soggy and flat, and a moldy and sour smell brewed in my mouth, as if I had eaten a sewer.

"Pooh."