I sell Coke in the doomsday

After saying that, I used my toes to push hard, crushing the body that hadn't completely melted yet, and grinding it into the cold stone slab.

There were no screams or wails. It disappeared very quietly, leaving behind only a yellowed layer of wax and my footprints.

I spat at the yellowed wax layer, then sat aside, took out the last cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and did not put it to my lips. Instead, I held it between my fingers and waited quietly.

I don’t know how long it had been, but a young figure came quickly out of the night. It was a strange face I had never seen before, but it gave me an indescribable feeling of weirdness.

The young man ignored me and strode to the yellowed wax layer. He took out a cup made of clay and placed it in the middle of the wax layer. Then the solidified wax layer began to wriggle rapidly like a living thing, crawling towards the clay cup little by little.

Seeing this, I held the cigarette between my fingers, put it to my lips and took a deep puff, then asked the young man tentatively.

"Nebula?"

Hearing this, the young man finally reacted. He turned around and swept his cold eyes across my body, piercing into my skin like needles.

But then the young man grinned and spoke softly.

"That's a good try, don't you think?"

I looked down at the wax liquid that was seeping into the earthen cup, quickly raised my hand, aimed at the young man, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The sound of explosive gunfire was deafening, but after the bullet was fired, it exploded and turned into scattered petals, falling all over the ground.

The young man did not show any anger. Instead, he reached out and held the pistol in my hand, stroking it gently. The cold gun body immediately turned into black dust and dispersed with the wind.

"You don't think this thing can kill me?"

The young man looked at me with a smile, a bit of disdain and a bit of sarcasm.

I shook my wrist, shook off the dust in my hand, and said nonchalantly.

"Anyway, there's nothing to lose by trying."

As a nebula body sitting at the gambling table, I have no right to directly play with the dice on the table, so even if it is a wild idea, I will not give up any opportunity.

The nebula body could obviously read my thoughts directly. He narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his fingers lightly, and the clay cup on the ground slowly floated up and fell into his palm.

Looking closely, the exaggerated wax liquid on the ground has all been put into the small clay cup.

The Nebula Body held the clay cup in his hand, looking indifferent as he spoke calmly.

"Even if my power keeps draining away, it's still beyond your imagination."

After saying that, Nebula flicked his finger, and the next moment, a straight white light slid across my face and instantly engulfed the buildings on the roadside. The strong white light illuminated the entire street like daylight.

After the white light, the building disappeared without a trace, leaving only an empty space, as if nothing had ever existed there.

I turned my head slightly, looked at the tragic scene behind me, and finally confirmed one thing in my heart.

The power of the nebula body seemed to be no longer dissipating, just like the power-absorbing space I saw in the mental space of those mutated zombies. The mutated zombies were providing the nebula body with stable energy.

Otherwise, with his strength depleted, he would not have done such a wasteful thing just because of my provocation.

When I turned around again, the nebula had disappeared without a trace, and I was the only one left in the darkness.

I exhaled softly, threw away the cigarette that was still burning between my fingers, turned around and looked at the empty space again, and whispered to myself.

"At this level, missiles can also do it. You are not as powerful as you think you are."

Chapter 232 End

Early in the morning, we surrounded the stronghold.

The spring morning still carries some residual chill, there's moisture in the air, and the new branches of the trees are covered with crystal clear dew, which drips slowly along the veins of the green leaves.

There are many wooden houses built on the mountainside, but they have no neighbors above or below them, and seem to be isolated.

Ajie stood in front of one of the wooden houses, pacing back and forth, his eyes full of hesitation. He walked to the door several times, ready to stretch out his hand to knock on the door, but then he retracted his hand timidly.

After repeating this process several times, Ajie kicked a tree beside the road in annoyance and cursed under his breath.

"Su Li, this idiot, has to say such nonsense."

After saying that, Ajie sighed deeply, his face full of melancholy, and stopped at the door, at a loss.

The person who lived in this wooden house during this period was a short-haired girl with a special identity. She was Wang Quan's sister, Wang Zixuan.

Sometimes, fate is always elusive, making it hard to grasp, and then we miss it completely in the moment of hesitation.

Ajie didn’t know whether he and Wang Zixuan had any fate, but he felt that when he saw the girl for the first time, his heart couldn’t help but beat fast.

I want to get closer to her, want to talk to her, want to know more about her.

It wasn't clear to Ajie what this feeling was, and he had intended to let it take its course.

If Su Li hadn't said those words to him, perhaps Ajie would be more at ease.

As he paced back and forth, Ajie couldn't help but put his hands into his pockets, as if there was something hidden inside.

About half an hour later, Ajie finally stood in front of the door, stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden door in front of him.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Hello, I'm Ajie...can I come in?"

Ajie, who used to be clumsy, now spoke without confidence in a low voice, and it seemed as if his guilt and uneasiness were about to escape from his mouth.

During the anxious wait, a dry and hoarse voice was heard in the wooden house.

"come in."

Hearing this, Ajie breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly pushed the door open and walked in. The wooden house on the mountainside was built extremely simply, especially the windows, which were extremely high and could not be reached by ordinary people without the help of tools.

Therefore, the lighting in this wooden house is extremely poor. Although it is early morning, the house is as dim as at night. This is not because the people in the shield stronghold cannot build a good room, but they do it on purpose.

The houses here were all built under Qu Yunliu's instructions and were originally used as prisons.

Wang Zixuan and her two companions escaped from the ancient city stronghold. With Qu Yunliu's gloomy personality, how could he trust them? So he directly arranged Wang Zixuan and her two companions to stay in the wooden house on the mountainside.

So when Ajie pushed open the door, sunlight came in through the door into the narrow and dark wooden house. With this light, Ajie saw Wang Zixuan sitting alone on the wooden bed, her eyes were bloodshot, her eye circles were red and a little swollen, as if she had been crying for a long time.

Seeing this, Ajie sighed inaudibly. He did not approach the wooden bed, but walked to a wooden chair and slowly sat down.

Wang Zixuan's eyes were empty, her hands were clenched together, her gaze was wandering, and no one knew where she was looking. The originally pretty and capable girl now looked extremely haggard.

After Ajie sat down, seeing that Wang Zixuan had no intention of speaking, he coughed lightly and asked her in a relaxed tone.

"Did you cry again last night?"

Hearing this, Wang Zixuan lowered her head slightly, gently pinched her fingers, and spoke in a dry voice.

"Yes, there is nothing I can do now except cry."

Ajie looked at the sunlight outside the cabin and spoke softly after a long silence.

"Why don't you go out for a walk? Maybe it will make you feel better."

"Think more positively and think about happy things."

Hearing this, Wang Zixuan became even more depressed. She smiled bitterly, looked at her hands with empty eyes, and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Jie, you should have heard about my brother."

Upon hearing this, Ajie nodded somewhat unnaturally. He had heard the story about Wang Quan from Su Li countless times.

Wang Zixuan did not see Ajie nod, but just started talking to herself in a low voice, as if she just wanted to talk to someone about her brother.

"My brother...has not been living a happy life these past few years."

"He was afraid of the cold and the dark, and hated killing people. But he had been living in a cold and damp room for all these years, killing people one after another in public."

"I know. Every time he killed someone, his cabin would stay lit all night. He couldn't sleep. He was afraid of the dark and the people who died in his hands."

“He always said it was to survive.”

Wang Zixuan sniffed, and her nasal tone suddenly became much heavier, and she continued in a hoarse voice.

"But I know that he just wanted me to live. He had actually been preparing to die for a long time."

"All the reasons, all the excuses, are to protect me."

"Growing up, I have always been a burden to my brother."

Wang Zixuan clenched her wrists, bit her lips, and looked sad, as if she saw the dead Wang Quan, and said in a sad voice.

"I can't make him live or die."

"My stupid brother, he is... so stupid."

The early morning sunlight fell into the wooden house through the door, but stopped just in front of Wang Zixuan's feet. After all, the warm sunlight did not fall on her.

Ajie sat on a wooden chair, looking at the pale, fragile girl in front of him. All he had to say was a sigh, but even this sigh was stuck in his throat and could not reach his lips.

In this doomsday, what is most lacking is tragic stories. Birth and death are nothing more than opening and closing your eyes every day, and tragedy happens every moment with every breath you take.

"I know... we don't deserve to live."

"But my stupid big brother wanted me to live."

“I just have to keep living.”

Wang Zixuan raised her head slightly, looked at the silent Ajie, and spoke softly.

"Mr. Jay, I will tell you whatever you want to ask me."

"I want to live."

Upon hearing this, Ajie was silent for a moment. He understood that Wang Zixuan had misunderstood him and thought he was the person who came to interrogate her. He did not explain anything, but tapped the wooden chair lightly with his hand. After hesitating for a long time, he spoke in a low voice.

"Actually, I also want a burden."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of Wang Zixuan, who had been expressionless all this time.

"Unlike you, I have always been alone. I have no excuses and live a heartless life."

"Sometimes I wonder, if I die today, will anyone remember me, will anyone cry for me?"

“When I die, will there be anyone who will remember me?”

Ajie shrugged slightly, spread his hands, and smiled helplessly.

"If I think about it this way, my life is pretty boring."

Wang Zixuan was puzzled and looked at Ajie, not understanding what he wanted to say.

Ajie's eyes softened, and he looked at the haggard Wang Zixuan and said in a low voice.

"Fool."

"You are not a burden to your brother, but his reason to live."

Chapter 233 Reinforcement (I)

"Fool."

"You are not a burden to your brother, but his reason to live."

After the words fell, the wooden house fell silent again. Wang Zixuan lowered her head, looking at her feet without saying a word, while Ajie was a little restless.

The tone of the sentence just now was a bit too intimate, which made Ajie feel a little regretful. He and Wang Zixuan had only known each other for a few days, and using such a tone was a bit too eager.

Ajie is not a rash person. Most of the time, he can make judgments calmly, but this moment does not seem to be included in this range.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward. Wang Zixuan said nothing. Ajie, knowing that he had lost his composure, didn't know what to say. He could only curse Su Li in his heart.

If Su Li had not told him about himself and Wang Zixuan, his heart would not have been so confused. Everything should have been a natural process, but now it has turned into such an embarrassing situation.

It’s like someone else has spoiled your life.

Feeling awkward, Ajie would put his hands into his pockets from time to time, feeling for hard objects inside, feeling uneasy.

After a while, Ajie finally couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere anymore, he stood up on his own initiative, smiled in a nonchalant manner, waved his hand and said.

"Um...Su Li has said that you three don't need to stay here cautiously anymore. Walk around the base more."

"You're really going to live here from now on."

Wang Zixuan didn't react at all and still kept her head down, like an empty shell that had lost its soul.

Seeing this, Ajie's eyes dimmed, he sighed, reached out to take something out of his pocket, slowly placed it on the table, and spoke softly.

"By the way, have you seen the wood carvings in the stronghold?"