I sell Coke in the doomsday

"Tie my hands with a rope."

Ajie was a little confused, but he still did as he was told. He took out a thick rope from the trunk of the black car and tied my hands up skillfully, muttering something.

"You play pretty wildly, hey, you have a lot of tricks."

This guy has a really bad mouth. I wish he was a mute.

Ajie quickly tied my hands tightly with fasteners that a normal person would not be able to break free of.

I took a deep breath and moved my fingers slightly under Ajie's gaze. The next moment, the rope suddenly tightened and a bottle of Coke suddenly appeared in the middle of the rope, close to my wrist.

Soon after, more and more Coke bottles came and quickly squeezed the thick rope, unreasonably creating a space in that small space.

Suddenly, the thick rope broke, and the cola that suddenly appeared scattered all over the ground. The dark brown liquid quickly gathered into a small puddle.

My wrist was red and slightly twisted, the bones already damaged from the brutal squeezing.

“See? That’s how I escaped from underground.”

As I spoke, I flicked my wrist lightly, and with a very quick crisp sound, my wrist was restored to its original state.

Ajie stared at this scene in amazement, his eyes twitching slightly and his expression became strange, while I continued to explain to him softly.

“When I pull a Coke out of thin air, I can decide where the Coke will appear, and the space there will make room for it, no matter what’s in that space.”

"When I was buried underground, I used this method to forcibly clear a small space at a depth of 50 meters, and then dug all the way upwards and successfully escaped."

Ajie curled his lips and made a smacking sound.

"Tsk."

"I'll have some time to think that your ability of unlimited cola might develop into some extraordinary abilities."

I don’t know what Ajie thought of, he suddenly became excited and said to me eager to try.

"By the way, can your ability determine Coke's state?"

“Including whether there is a container called a bottle.”

I guessed what Ajie was thinking and couldn't help laughing and nodded slightly.

"Yes, I can do that."

Hearing this, Ajie became more excited and rubbed his hands ready to go.

"Then you will summon the Coke without the container and fire it out like a water gun."

"At high speed, a water arrow can cut through steel."

I looked at Ajie as if he was a fool, but did not reject his suggestion. Instead, I gently raised my hand and pointed to the air.

The next moment, a stream of dark brown water drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground, leaving Ajie completely frozen in place.

"No, you're peeing here?"

Ajie questioned me angrily, as if the responsibility for this unsuccessful attempt was all on me.

Seeing this, I threw the Coke in his face and said with contempt.

"I'm still shitting on your head. I can't decide the speed at which the Coke will appear. How can I possibly launch the Coke at high pressure and speed?"

Ajie hurriedly wiped the blood off his face, sighed in frustration, and complained.

"Your ability might as well be able to summon shit."

Chapter 228: Observation Diary of Mutated Zombies

"Okay, let's stop here."

I had no interest in continuing to argue with Ajie, so after closing the trunk of the car, I turned and walked towards the driver's seat. Ajie did not leave, but stood there and asked me.

"Before you go, do you have anything else to say to me?"

I pulled off the tattered seat belt on the driver's seat, reached into my pocket and spoke to Ajie.

"There's nothing much to say. Just talk to Qu Yunliu about the situation in this stronghold. The other party won't be able to launch a big offensive in a short period of time."

"I will come back every few days to restock ammunition and supplies. If there are any special situations, you will just wait for me to come back. It is very dangerous outside now. It is no longer a place for ordinary people to go."

My hands were still groping in my pockets, but Ajie shook his head, stepped forward and threw a box of cigarettes into my arms.

"Smoke less. You stink of tobacco all day long."

I took the box of cigarettes. The paper box had been there for a long time, and inside the box were several cigarettes rolled up with rough paper. These were cigarettes made after the end of the world, and the smoke pierced my throat.

Click, I pressed the lighter, lit a cigarette, held it to my lips and took a deep puff, then waved to Ajie with a smile, then started the car and drove towards the gate of the stronghold.

Ajie stood there, looking at the car gradually moving away, and suddenly shouted to me.

"Don't be so self-righteous. You don't owe us anything."

Ajie's voice was a little rough, but full of confidence. I could hear it clearly while sitting in the car, but I didn't react.

Maybe he is right. I don't owe anyone anything, but there are some responsibilities that people take on voluntarily. There is no right or wrong, only should or should not.

The connections between people are like thin silk threads, some are as fragile as spider webs and cannot withstand wind and rain, while others can cut through steel and iron.

……

Two days later.

The city with tall buildings is a silent forest where even the sound of wind cannot penetrate.

Wild grass all over the sky climbed around tall buildings and extended upwards, covering the originally dusty steel and concrete with a layer of green.

I sat on the top of a remaining building, which was thirty stories high. When I looked down, everything on the ground became a microscopic model.

Sand, sand, sand.

I sat on the edge of the top of the building, holding a pencil and quickly sketching a strange monster in a black notebook.

The monster has three heads but only one hand and one foot. It makes people wonder how it maintains its balance.

Behind me, the empty space at the top of the building was in a mess, with bullet shells everywhere, and a large area of ​​black ash covering the roof.

My drawing skills are very poor. I just roughly sketched the general appearance and then stopped. Instead, I turned to look at the large pile of ashes behind me. An hour ago, the ashes looked like three heads with one arm and one foot.

That’s right, it was the monster I drew in the black notebook. It was the fourth mutated zombie I encountered in these two days.

Although this mutant zombie has only one hand and one leg, its movement speed is extremely exaggerated. It can jump to a height of five meters with one leap.

I originally just wanted to hide in this building, but this mutant zombie was too persistent and chased me from the bottom floor to the rooftop. After I used up all the ammunition in my shotgun, I finally got rid of this mutant zombie.

"The jumping height is five meters? It seems that we need to ask Qu Yunliu to increase the height of the city wall when reinforcing the stronghold wall."

While talking to myself, I put away the black notebook in my hand and stuffed it back into my arms. This black notebook contains all my gains from the past few days.

Whenever I encountered mutated zombies, I wrote down their appearances and characteristics in a black notebook. Only by knowing the characteristics of these mutated zombies could I prescribe the right medicine.

As the sun sets, I sit on the edge of the rooftop and look down at the ground below. Seeing the abandoned vehicles on the ground like ants, I decide to stay in this building for the night.

I really don't want to climb the stairs again. When I escaped to the rooftop last time, it almost cost me my life. If I wasn't immortal and didn't have that mutant zombie, I would have died of exhaustion on the stairs.

During these three days, I had no place to live, but fortunately the loss of guns and ammunition was not too extreme, so I could still hold on for a few more days.

Boom, boom, boom.

Suddenly, I heard a burst of dense footsteps on the ground. I lowered my head and looked down, only to see a group of zombies parasitized by Epiphyllum, running quickly, as if they were escaping.

"Roar!!!!"

Immediately afterwards, a roar of a wild beast was heard, and a giant beast with four limbs chased from behind, rushed into the group of zombies infested by Epiphyllum, opened its mouth wide, and scattered the group of zombies infested by Epiphyllum.

The giant beast looked very strange. It had the body of an ordinary wild beast, ran on all fours, had no tail, but its head was a huge human head.

There was no nose or ears on that exaggeratedly large head, but it was filled with densely packed eyes that kept blinking, filled with an aura of madness and tyranny.

“The things that are appearing now are getting weirder and weirder.”

I sighed softly, put down the telescope in my hand, took out the black notebook, and used a pencil to draw the weird-looking mutant zombie on the black notebook.

The group of zombies parasitized by the Epiphyllum downstairs were completely powerless to fight back. After three days of observation, I can be sure that the mutated zombies are the natural enemies of these white Epiphyllums.

In my memory, Epiphyllums are very scary creatures, very aggressive, do not feel pain, are not afraid, and do not have much intelligence.

However, when these Epiphyllums encountered the mutated zombies, they did not resist at all. They just ran away instinctively and allowed themselves to be slaughtered by these mutated zombies.

This seems like a restraint relationship set by the system, which is completely unreasonable.

According to my observation, there are actually not many mutated zombies in this city, and they have no interest in expanding. They just slaughter the zombies infested by Epiphyllum like machines.

As I guessed, the mission of these mutated zombies is to curb the expansion of Tongtong's power. The nebula body is indeed afraid of Tongtong.

Whenever I think of this, I can’t help but shudder, and then think of the “god” I have seen.

Did it create Tongtong and Epiphyllum just for a day like this? All this is just a script it had written, and the development of this story is proceeding according to its settings without any deviation.

If this is true, then there is really no luck in my ending.

Chapter 229 Night

Tongtong and I both believe that her birth and her feelings for me were all planned from the beginning, just for the sake of this absurd and boring gamble, a plot similar to the deus ex machina.

However, it now seems that the divine machine that claims to be Hitomi's father created Hitomi with the ultimate purpose of dealing with the nebula body that was constantly losing power.

I closed the black notebook, closed my eyes tiredly, and rubbed my temples with my hands.

This doesn't make me feel any less tired, but I enjoy doing it, as if to prove that I'm still human.

As time went by, all the Epiphyllums on the ground were slaughtered by the beast-like mutant zombie. The streets that were originally full of weeds were now full of torn corpses. Colorful flowers were scattered all over the ground, but there was no blood.

The mutant zombie did not notice my spying. After killing those Epiphyllums, it roared and ran away to hunt other Epiphyllums.

I watched the entire massacre without any ripple in my heart, even though I knew it would weaken Tongtong's power.

During these three days, I have witnessed similar scenes countless times. It’s not that I’m numb, but I really can’t regard these ephemeral flowers as living beings.

When it comes down to it, they have no self-awareness, only the instinct to reproduce and expand. They parasitize all living things and are merely nutrients for them.

Of course, it’s also because I don’t have the ability to stop those mutated zombies. With firearms, I can only deal with one mutated zombie at most. If there are more, I really won’t be able to handle it.

The most important point is that although those Epiphyllums are unable to resist the mutated zombies due to restraint issues, the speed at which they reproduce and expand cannot be curbed by the massacre of these mutated zombies.

Just then a breeze blew, and I turned my head to look behind me. A white night-blooming cereus had quietly grown branches in the cracks of the bricks and stones on the rooftop, swaying in the wind.

I can be sure that there was not even a single weed on the rooftop when I arrived. This night-blooming cereus took root and sprouted on the rooftop in a short period of time, and the whole process took no more than two hours.

I squinted my eyes and looked carefully, and found a white broken arm lying in a pool of blood not far from the night-blooming cereus. It was my arm, which was torn off when I was fighting with the dead mutant zombie.

The arm was covered with wounds and still had a piece of sleeve attached. Some white petals were sandwiched between the folds of the sleeve.

Ah... was it me who brought the seeds of the Epiphyllum here?

I slowly stood up and walked to the night-blooming cereus. The strange fragrance of the night-blooming cereus flowed into my mouth and nose as the flower bloomed.

It was a wonderful fragrance that made people linger, like a young girl who was half-naked, smiling sweetly, revealing her graceful figure, while hooking her finger at you seductively.

Of course, this feeling varies from person to person. Epiphyllum relies on this deadly scent to lure other creatures to approach and parasitize on their bodies.

I sniffed the fragrance of the flower gently, then couldn't help frowning, patting the white night-blooming cereus with my palm, and said like a fool.

"Don't be like this. Your boss is a jealous person. If you want to die, don't drag me into this."

As soon as I finished speaking, I realized what a childish behavior this was. In my long life, it seems that whenever I am alone, I become inappropriately childish.

Obviously, I am already an old man in terms of age, but I am still so unreliable. It’s a bit funny to say.

I smiled bitterly and shook my head gently, pressing the white petals of the Epiphyllum with my fingers. According to my memory over the years, the expansion speed of the Epiphyllum is amazing, but it is not exaggerated to this extent.

Otherwise, Epiphyllum would have controlled the entire city long ago, and there would be no need for these mutated zombies.

The only reasonable explanation is that these Epiphyllums will accelerate their expansion speed when their own numbers are rapidly decreasing, so as to ensure that their number remains at a terrifying number.

Of course, such exaggerated expansion must have some side effects.

With nothing to do, I squatted beside the Epiphyllum and observed it quietly, trying to observe the side effects of such expansion.

Step, step, step.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but suddenly, on this empty rooftop, a subtle sound of footsteps was heard.

My body tensed up instantly. I reached into my pocket, grabbed my only remaining pistol, and stared at the only entrance to the rooftop.

Step, step, step.