I sell Coke in the doomsday

Wang Quan did not answer Mo Li's question. Instead, he suddenly reached out, unbuttoned his shirt, took off the ill-fitting clothes, threw them aside, then clenched his fists, stared at Mo Li, and whispered.

"Today, I am going to beat your stinky face to pieces."

After saying that, Wang Quan took a quick step forward and rushed to Mo Li at an extremely fast speed. He swung his right arm from bottom to top and punched Mo Li's chin hard.

Mo Li had an indifferent look in his eyes. He turned his body to the side and easily avoided the punch. He turned around and kicked out with his leg, hitting Wang Quan in the chest and kicking him out.

With a thud, Wang Quan's body fell back and rolled on the ground for several times before he stood up covered in dust. With just one kick, Wang Quan's arm was scraped and the skin was broken, with traces of blood flowing out.

Wang Quan showed no sign of defeat. He clenched his fists again, stepped out, and punched Mo Li again with a determined look in his eyes.

Mo Li's brows furrowed quickly, and he turned sideways again to avoid the incoming fist. He swung his right arm violently, and punched Wang Quan in the side of the face with a heavy punch. When the fist landed, one seemed to hear the sound of Wang Quan's bones breaking.

After the punch, Wang Quan's body tilted to one side and his consciousness was briefly confused. Before he could recover, Mo Li threw another heavy punch straight at his chest and abdomen.

The enormous force, like an invisible sharp blade, pierced through Wang Quan's internal organs. His eyes widened instantly, he hunched his body, and spat out a bunch of disgusting vomit and mucus from his mouth.

Mo Li pulled back his arm, raised his right leg high, aimed it at Wang Quan's head, and smashed it down with one leg. With a dull thud, Wang Quan's body fell heavily to the ground, with his entire face buried in the pile of disgusting vomit.

The sour smell, the stench, and the cold touch of the floor penetrated into every pore of Wang Quan, but Wang Quan stood up again, not caring about the dirt on his face, and raised his fists again to face Mo Li.

There was finally some emotion fluctuation on Mo Li's face. He took a step back slightly, aimed his right fist at the position of Wang Quan's heart, and punched out again.

The next moment, Wang Quan's fist brushed past Mo Li's body, and Mo Li's fist landed heavily on Wang Quan's chest like a cannonball, and the violent force exploded instantly.

Wang Quan felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. His consciousness became hazy again. When he came to, he had fallen to the ground with a burning pain all over his body.

When he looked again, Mo Li had already distanced himself. He undid his clothes, took out a pistol from his pocket, held it gently, and aimed at Wang Quan's head.

"That's enough. There's no point in going on."

"If you want to fight again, I don't mind giving you a quick one."

Hearing this, Wang Quan curled his lips, and without caring about the pistol in Mo Li's hand, he stood up again and pounced on Mo Li like a wounded beast.

In a brief moment, looking at Wang Quan who was fearlessly rushing towards him, Mo Li was temporarily distracted. He did not pull the trigger, nor did he dodge.

No one knew what he was thinking at that moment, but it probably wasn't something worth being happy about.

In the brief moment when Mo Li was distracted, Wang Quan succeeded for the first time. He pounced on Mo Li's body, then grabbed Mo Li's waist with both hands, and rushed forward with his last bit of strength.

Mo Li quickly came to his senses, but under Wang Quan's final burst of power, he was unable to escape for a while.

Wang Quan, like a cannonball, carried Mo Li's body and slammed into the window. The wooden window shattered in an instant, like paper.

Wang Quan held Mo Li's body and crashed out of the window, falling straight down from the three-story building.

Chapter 201 Death

The wind was howling, and the fierce wind pressure blew up Mo Li's hair. The air was filled with a strange stench that made him dizzy. At this moment, he could not see Wang Quan's expression, nor did he know what his own mood was.

At the same time, people in the ancient city stronghold saw two black shadows falling from the sky and landing on the ground like two lumps of mud.

Pfft!

After a loud bang, dust rose up everywhere. Finally, someone couldn't help but look over there out of curiosity. He saw yellow sand floating and two bodies falling to the ground.

Large patches of red blood were flowing freely on the bluestone road along the tiny cracks formed by weathering. Among the two corpses were Mo Li and Wang Quan.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned, looking at the scene in front of them, shocked and speechless.

Under the impact of falling from a high altitude, Mo Li's neck twisted in an exaggerated direction, and his arms fell limply to the ground. White bone stumps protruded from the flesh, revealing sharp, broken bone ends.

However, just when everyone didn't know whether to be happy or sad, Mo Li suddenly twisted his neck and forced his neck back to its original position.

When he looked again, the wound on Mo Li's arm was healing rapidly at a terrifying speed. The granulation tissue was growing wildly, connecting the broken flesh and bones.

In just a short moment, Mo Li's body had returned to its original state. He stood up staggeringly, covered in dust and dirt. Under the strong impact, his consciousness seemed to be still a little erratic, and he looked around with a slightly confused look.

After a moment, Mo Li finally came back to his senses. He raised his head and looked at the window of the three-story building. He saw that the window was already tattered, with a broken frame hanging alone in the wind, as if it would fall down at any time.

Mo Li raised his head and inhaled, then let out a long breath and spoke softly.

"That window had some problems a long time ago. I thought about asking the people down there to fix it, but I didn't do it in the end."

"I hate change at heart, especially sudden changes."

After saying that, Mo Li finally lowered his head and looked at Wang Quan at his feet, only to see Wang Quan lying in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open. Red blood and mud stained the white eyeballs, which were as turbid as a pool of muddy water, and there was no trace of breathing.

Wang Quan, due to a trick of fate, should have died a long time ago, but he still accepted the outcome of death in the way he was most satisfied with.

Looking at Wang Quan's body, Mo Li exhaled gently, and suddenly felt his lungs being squeezed and breathing was difficult. He began to exhale heavily, and his chest heaved violently.

At this moment, Mo Li really wanted to ask Wang Quan, is it really worth doing this?

Unfortunately, dead people cannot answer any questions, and a corpse cannot serve as the answer to any question.

Mo Li felt inexplicably irritated. He squatted down and looked carefully at Wang Quan's body, looking at the person who was supposed to be his good friend.

The side of Wang Quan's face was buried in a pool of blood, with remnants of vomit and mucus still on the corners of his mouth. Even in death he looked so miserable, just like everything he had experienced in his life.

Mo Li stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Wang Quan's head. His eyes became indifferent again. At this moment, a figure quietly appeared beside Mo Li. Upon closer inspection, it was the nebula body that occupied the human body.

The Nebula Body looked at the corpse on the ground with a calm expression as if he was looking at a stone, and stated in a flat tone.

"It looks like you win this time."

"Can you tell me what you are thinking about now?"

Hearing this, Mo Li lowered his eyebrows, slowly withdrew his fingers from Wang Quan's hair, and spoke softly.

"I wonder if he regretted doing it at the last minute."

"While he was falling from the sky, did he feel even a little regretful? Regret for risking his life to do such a meaningless thing?"

"He could have gotten out alive, instead of dying like this, lying in blood and vomit."

Nebula raised his eyebrows slightly, thought for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"I think I can understand something. As creatures on Earth, you humans are smart enough. Due to the structure of your body, you have a memory that far exceeds that of other creatures."

"So your emotions are more complicated, and in the heat of the moment, you often do things that you regret later."

"For example, this human named Wang Quan."

Upon hearing this, Mo Li showed a rare bitter smile and said in a low voice.

"It's better for him not to regret it."

Hearing this, Nebula Body was very confused and asked Mo Li.

"why?"

Mo Li spoke slowly without any ups and downs in his tone.

"If he regrets it, then I will regret forcing him to make a choice."

"So, I hope he won't regret it, at least not at the moment before he dies."

The Nebula Body frowned slightly when he heard this and replied softly.

"It's impossible. Survival is the instinct of all living things. When dying, no one would not want to continue living."

"This has nothing to do with the dignity you mentioned. This is the most primitive instinct that living things cannot violate."

Mo Li raised his head slightly, glanced at the nebula body, his eyes blurred, and then he spoke softly.

"You will never understand, no matter how many years you live."

Hearing this, Nebula did not feel offended, but asked again like a studious student.

“Is this what you call dignity?”

Mo Li hesitated for a moment, as if he himself did not have an accurate answer, but after thinking it over again and again, he shook his head and gave his own answer.

"No, it's not something that simple. It's something much simpler and more complicated."

The Nebula Body glanced at Mo Li and said concisely.

"Don't you think that what you just said is contradictory?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Li nodded slightly. He slowly reached out his hand, gently pressed his fingers on Wang Quan's open eyes, and whispered.

"Yes, it's very contradictory, but also very accurate."

"I can't explain what it is, but for him, it's more important to love his own life."

"In other words, he finally picked up the stone in his shoe."

Hearing this, Xingyunti stopped talking with a thoughtful look, while Mo Li gently closed Wang Quan's eyes slowly, his eyes became a little complicated, and he spoke word by word in an inaudible voice.

"Sleep well, Wang Quan."

Mo Li's voice was very low, but it could not escape the ears of the Nebula Body. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and he said.

"This sentence sounds more like something Su Li would say."

Mo Li did not deny anything. He stood up, looked at the nebula beside him, pursed his lips, and said.

"What he can do, I can do too."

Chapter 202 It's All the Same Anyway

"What he can do, I can do too."

The Nebula Body smiled when he heard this, looked at Mo Li meaningfully, and said with a smile.

"So, what he can't do, can you do it?"

Mo Li narrowed his eyes, gently patted the dust off his body, shook off the dust and coagulated blood clots, his eyes became determined, and he spoke to the nebula body in a deep voice.

"I hate your provocation, but I really need to tell you."

“I’ve always done things that he couldn’t do.”

After saying that, Mo Li bent down, picked up Wang Quan's body, turned around and left. A hint of hesitation flashed in the nebula's eyes, as if he was considering whether to follow Mo Li.

But while he was hesitating, Mo Li had already walked away. The Nebula Body sighed, looked at Mo Li's slightly lonely back, and spoke softly.

"The ceremony will be held this evening. Don't miss it. It will be something you will never forget."

Mo Li had walked a long distance away, but the sound of the nebula body still reached Mo Li's ears clearly. He paused slightly, and did not turn back, but asked back.

"So soon? I remember you said it wasn't this time."

Nebula spread out his right hand, and a ball of strange blue fluid material diffused out from his palm and floated in the air. He looked at the strange fluid and answered.

"Thanks to your subordinate Liu Yong, he has prepared everything needed for the ritual. My strength is fading faster and faster, so I have to hurry up and do this."

"As you humans would say, delay leads to change."

Mo Li stopped asking questions and just nodded silently. He continued to hold Wang Quan's body and walked forward. He did not walk towards the three-story building, but held Wang Quan's body and walked out of the city step by step.

The gate of the ancient city stronghold was not completely closed. In the sight of everyone, Mo Li, holding Wang Quan's body, slowly walked out of the ancient city and walked towards the dense forest at the edge of the city.

In the lush forest, birds and animals are scattered everywhere, the trees are deeply rooted, and the soil underneath is dark and moist. Ignoring the occasional zombies, this is indeed a nice place.

And in this quiet forest, there is a large square pit. Judging from the soil inside, it seems that it has been dug a few days ago.

Mo Li carried Wang Quan's body and walked all the way to the edge of the deep pit. He slowly put Wang Quan's body into the pit. On a big tree nearby, there was a shovel full of mud and a blank wooden sign.

Perhaps this was a premeditated murder.

Mo Li took the shovel, gently scooped up the soil and threw it into the deep pit. The dark and moist soil quickly covered Wang Quan's body, covering his pale, bloodstained face bit by bit.

"I knew you would do something stupid like this, so I dug this pit for you in advance."

In the empty forest, without anyone disturbing him, Mo Li's eyes were no longer so indifferent. His eyebrows were drooped, his expression was gloomy, and he talked to himself, as if he hoped that the corpse buried in the soil could hear what he said at this moment.

"If you must say it, it was indeed me who forced you to die."

"I don't know why I did this, but I thought it would be better to let you die this way than to watch you turn into a zombie in a daze."

At this point, it seemed that Mo Li himself was also a little doubtful. He stopped what he was doing and talked to himself.

"Is this dignity? I don't think so."

"I just thought that this might make you feel better, but unfortunately it doesn't make me feel better."

Mo Li, who was talking to himself, suddenly fell into silence. The birds in the forest sang clear and melodious sounds, echoing in the empty forest.

Mo Li stopped talking to himself, but lowered his head to fill the deep pit bit by bit until a small mound of earth appeared on the ground. Mo Li took the blank wooden sign and pressed it into the mound with force.

Seemingly a little tired, Mo Li sat on the ground, looking at the wooden sign in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice.