I sell Coke in the doomsday

The footsteps were heavy and slow, with a somewhat disordered rhythm, as if they were staggering. This did not sound like the footsteps of mutated zombies, as those mutated zombies were always rushing around recklessly. But the staggering footsteps made my nerves even more tense.

Just imagine how terrifying it would be to suddenly hear another person's footsteps in a city where you are sure there are no living people.

Step, step, step.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and I couldn't help but look back at the sun in the distance. The sun was about to set. After the sun sets, the mutated zombies will hide, because without the sun as energy, they will lose their ability to move.

It is now the time when the sun is about to set. Those mutated zombies should find a place to hide instead of coming to this rooftop. The footsteps do not sound like those of mutated zombies.

Damn it, it’s already this late, are there going to be any new monsters appearing?

I clenched the pistol in my hand, aimed at the entrance door of the rooftop, and my finger was on the trigger.

There are only about five or four bullets left in this pistol, and I don't want to waste any.

Perhaps jumping directly from the roof to the ground would be a better choice. Even those mutated zombies would be smashed to pieces if they fell from this height.

But I'm different. I can be smashed into pieces and then recover as before with the power of my immortal body, although it will be very painful.

But this thought only flashed through my mind, and I didn't seriously consider this method. Besides the fact that I was a little afraid of pain, I also wanted to see what kind of creature was making these strange footsteps.

Step, step, step.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they had already reached the door of the rooftop. I really wanted to know if his feet were pressing the loudspeaker, why were the footsteps so clear.

But the footsteps suddenly stopped and never sounded again. I waited for a long time, but didn't hear any new footsteps.

The door to the rooftop did not open, and no new footsteps were heard, but this made people even more creepy.

I can be sure that the mysterious guy is standing behind the door, quietly waiting for me to come over.

in this city

Chapter 230 I (I)

The fatal bullet did not pass through my head, but was lodged in my skull, which caused constant pain, but it was this pain that kept me awake.

In this state of self-mutilation, I finally saw the appearance of the ghost thing clearly. Compared with my nervousness and curiosity, the appearance of the ghost thing seemed somewhat ordinary.

I wonder if Pandora would be as disappointed as I was when she saw the truth behind the box when she opened it.

It was a hunchbacked old man, but its neck was like a snake, too long, and its head was that of a mouse. Its face was covered with dense gray hair, and its nose kept moving. Where the eyes should be, there was only one eye.

Just one look at it and my mind fell into chaos again. I pulled the trigger without hesitation and shot myself in the leg.

boom!

The bullet pierced my leg and made me wake up again. The moment I regained consciousness, I hurriedly raised the pistol, shifted my eyes, and put my finger on the trigger.

Wait, how many bullets do I have left?

I was suddenly dazed and for a moment I couldn't remember how many bullets were left in the pistol, as if my memory had been stolen.

boom!

Even so, I still pulled the trigger, but the bullet landed in the air. I couldn't look directly at the damn thing, so my vision was deviated and my shooting was inaccurate.

Step, step, step.

The footsteps came slowly again, approaching me step by step, with an unprecedented sense of oppression, but I stood there as if I had forgotten how to walk.

I exhaled lightly, gritted my teeth, shifted my gaze back to the ghost thing, moved my arm quickly, and pulled the trigger.

Bang! A sharp gunshot rang out, and at the same time, my consciousness came to a standstill.

It was as if time had stopped. I couldn't hear any sound, couldn't see anything, and couldn't even tell whether the bullet hit that damn thing.

My consciousness seemed to be separated from my body. I tried desperately to continue pulling the trigger, but my palm did not move at all, as if that was not my body.

"You've seen your own ending, haven't you?"

At this moment, a gentle voice, with warm breath, gently hit my earlobe.

The voice was warm and moving, as if every word between the lips and teeth was beating at my heart, making me want to believe it involuntarily.

I couldn't tell the gender of the voice. It seemed like I had never heard this voice before, but I couldn't help but feel familiar with it, as if this voice had been with me for a very long time.

In a trance, I felt as if I was sitting on the ground, and there was a hazy figure beside me, speaking to me gently.

"I guess that didn't end well for you."

“Time moves forward without end. What’s important is not the past, but the present.”

"Why do you have to torture yourself for those who died?"

My mind was still a little confused, and I could only answer instinctively.

"No, they can survive, as long as... as long as I can win."

A hand gently touched my head, caressing it tenderly, and the voice spoke faintly.

"You have said it many times, you are just an ordinary person, an ordinary person."

"There are many people who are better than you and more suitable for this position than you. It is not something to be ashamed of to admit that you are ordinary."

“Greatness and sacrifice are just a lie to make you forget your own lies.”

"No one thinks of you, no one remembers you, it doesn't make any sense."

“Life comes and goes, over and over again, so why not think more about yourself?”

"Is it possible... that an ordinary person has no right to live?"

"Should a mediocre good person sacrifice himself for others?"

"Is being ordinary a sin? Is it a sin that makes you unworthy of living?"

The voice was very bewitching, and my consciousness fell into chaos after hearing its words.

I began to doubt myself, began to believe it, and began to suffocate the things I had always cared about.

Yes, do I really have to die?

I have done wrong things and have many shortcomings. I am not supposed to be a savior. I still have attachments and things I want to do.

"Have you ever imagined your own death? What would that be like?"

what.

I…can’t imagine my own death.

Once upon a time, I could easily imagine the scene of my own death, a rotting corpse lying deep in the soil, with fat white worms growing on my flesh, covering my entire body.

I used to think that was a relief, but now…but now I can’t imagine that scene.

I felt a little nauseous, as if I was buried in a narrow coffin. The space was too cramped to turn around, and I took a deep breath but couldn't get any air.

Dull, depressing, and desperate.

Perhaps this is what death really looks like. It is not relief, but endless darkness.

"You can't imagine that scene, right? We always talk about the world, but for each of us, the world is not that vast."

"When we die, our world is actually destroyed, and time comes to an abrupt end, leaving only nothingness."

The voice came into my ear again, speaking slowly, word by word.

"Everything... is meaningless."

Nothing is meaningful, nothing is worth it.

"There is never anything worthwhile in a long life, just like your parents will die in the middle of your life."

"You will cry, grieve, and then slowly forget the memories between you. Time will refill your memories."

"Their bodies are buried underground, slowly rotting, and will be peeled away from your memory bit by bit."

"Do you remember who you are?"

In a trance, the voice emphasized its tone again and spoke slowly.

"Have you forgotten, your last name, your first name?"

"You are not Su Li, your name is Mo Li."

"You don't want that ending. You want to live forever, longer than anyone else."

"You are Mo Li. You are the Mo Li who killed countless people and survived."

"You are a cold-hearted person at heart. You don't care about anyone at all."

“You are… Mo Li.”

As the words fell, I felt as if there was something extra in my consciousness, slowly merging with me and engulfing my confused mind.

My remaining sanity tells me that this is not good news.

But I'm really tired and I want to live. If this can keep me alive, then it's not bad.

Yeah, that's it.

Let everything return to dust and ashes.

"I'll ask you one last time. Are you Li Qiye?"

The gentle and warm tone slowly eroded my last bit of sanity. After thinking it over again and again, I answered seriously.

"Maybe... not."

Chapter 231 I (Part 2)

"Maybe... not."

My voice was very light and somewhat ethereal, like smoke that would dissipate at any time. But when my voice fell, the uneasy feeling that made me disappear.

After a pause, that gentle voice sounded again, whispering softly in my ear.

"If you're not Mo Li, then who else could you be?"

I ignored the voice. In the last moment, the chaos and madness slowly left my mind, and I finally woke up.

"You're right, this is all meaningless."

I whispered and slowly opened my eyes. All the illusions and delusions, those crazy nonsense, receded from my ears like the tide.

The chaotic scene disappeared, and the real world reappeared in my eyes. The distorted creature was now standing in front of me, stretching out its charred palm and pressing it on my head.

Its body, however, was melting continuously like a burning candle. The waxy yellow liquid flowed down its body and condensed into a thin layer of wax on the ground.

Its one eye had lost its ability to confuse people. I pushed its hand away effortlessly, stood up, looked at the monster in front of me, and spoke softly.

"What a shame, you almost succeeded."

From the beginning to the end, this was an attack against me, but not on my body. The attack was an attempt to assimilate my consciousness into that of Mo Li of the ancient city.

Honestly speaking, I had no way to deal with this kind of attack, and I almost lost myself under the opponent's inducement, but my immortal body came in handy at the last moment.

In my foolish wish, I have a body that is always healthy, and the judgment about this healthy body has always been vague, but just now, what the other party did to me was judged to be harmful.

So, relying on this foolish wish, I broke free from the quagmire of nothingness at the last moment.

The monster's body continued to melt. Apparently, this process was not an easy task for it. It was using its own life as fuel to unleash its strange ability.

Most importantly, it possesses the same intelligence as humans.

The melting rat head lowered slightly, and its huge single eye stared at me with a complicated expression, and it spoke to me slowly.

"Admit it, you think this is pointless, too."

I faced the strange rat head straight ahead without any intention of dodging and spoke frankly.

"I never ask for any meaning, I do this just because I like it."

"This is my personal preference and the only thing I can do. This is also the reason why an ordinary person like me can persist until now."

"There are not so many things in this world that are worth it or not. There are only things that you want to do and don't want to do."

The rat's head melted quickly. It was originally taller than my body, but it quickly lowered down. It looked at me and said unwillingly.

"Next time, I will succeed."

I raised my eyebrows slightly, then stepped on the melting body and whispered.

"You won't have another chance."