I sell Coke in the doomsday

At this point, Qu Yunliu couldn't help but sigh again and said with emotion.

"That guy Su Li is really not a qualified lobbyist. Every time he gives me an excuse, it's so ridiculous."

Ajie's eyes flashed and his expression became a little complicated. He looked at Qu Yunliu in front of him and felt a little strange, but then he realized belatedly that he seemed to have never understood the man in front of him.

After saying those words, Qu Yunliu stood up straight, turned around, patted Ajie on the shoulder, and spoke softly.

"Although I don't quite agree with Su Li's twisted ideas, he does make me want to change."

"It's a little too late, but... please don't hate me."

Chapter 235 Toad (I)

At the middle of the day, I built a small fire in the ruins, skewered the body of a pigeon with a wooden stick, and roasted the pigeon on the volcano.

This was my fourth day in this city. Not only had I run out of ammunition, but I was also chased by several mutated zombies all the way from the edge of the city to the ruins in the center of the city. I finally got rid of those mutated zombies.

I sat on the broken stone slab, slowly turning the wooden stick in my hand. The pigeon on the stick was the one I shot down with my last bullet. When I found the pigeon, it was pecking at a corpse on the side of the road.

It was a corpse that had been parasitized by Epiphyllum. The Epiphyllum in the eye socket was forcibly pulled out and thrown beside the corpse. The gray pigeon squatted beside the eye socket and pecked at the broken flesh in the eye socket with its long beak.

I simply removed the pigeon's internal organs, but when I roasted the pigeon on the volcano, there was still a strange fishy smell.

Over the years, pigeons in cities have grown unusually plump, but they taste much worse than rats.

It’s interesting to say that the animals I used to hate the most were mice and frogs, but after living for so many years, there are no animals I hate anymore.

Especially the mouse and frog, they taste really good.

Of course, I would only eat these strange animals if I could rely on the fact that I would not get sick.

The flames flickered and wrapped around the pigeon's body. Tiny pieces of fat slowly dripped down and fell into the flames. The strange fishy smell finally faded away.

I was a little absent-minded. Even though the pigeon gradually gave off a mouth-watering aroma, I still couldn't focus on the pigeon meat. Instead, I stared around vigilantly.

The monster that could attack mentally left me with a huge psychological trauma. If it weren’t for my immortality, I would have been bewitched and turned into another person.

That experience also made me understand that the so-called will and spirit of mankind are so childish and ridiculous in the face of supernatural power.

At least, for someone like me whose mental state is not stable, that kind of mental attack is more terrifying than those mutated zombies.

There should have been a lot of Epiphyllums gathered in this ruin, but because of those mutated zombies, those Epiphyllums have been hiding as much as possible during the day and only show up at night.

While observing the surroundings, I moved the roasted pigeon away from the fire and put out the fire with my hands.

While waiting for the pigeon meat to cool down, I took out all my belongings and counted them carefully.

The ammunition was exhausted and I was left with only an empty pistol. My clothes were tattered and I was covered in dust and dirt, looking like a real beggar.

Among these scattered things, what I care about most is the black notebook. During these four days, I wrote down all the mutated zombies I saw in the notebook.

The types, characteristics, and destructive power of mutated zombies are also simply classified.

According to the information we have obtained so far, the mutated zombies can be said to be taking the path of local strengthening, which is reflected in the characteristics of their appearance.

The mutated zombies with enhanced speed have particularly obvious features on their legs. When they run at full speed, not even a car can outrun them. However, when moving at high speeds, they must maintain their body balance. At the same time, their bodies are the most fragile among the mutated zombies.

By firing three shots at the same part, the bullets can penetrate their bodies and destroy their bones. Even if they miss, the impact force of the bullets will destroy their balance when moving at high speed.

These mutant zombies with enhanced speed don’t pose much of a threat, but if they’re fast, I have many ways to get rid of them.

Next are the mutated zombies with enhanced strength. Most of these zombies look like humans, but each one is like a giant.

In my attempts, I had to fire five consecutive shots with a rifle at the same position to kill these mutant zombies with enhanced strength. Although the speed of these mutant zombies is not fast, their explosive power is terrifyingly high.

If these mutated zombies attack the shield stronghold, they must not be allowed to get close to the city walls, otherwise the city walls will be easily destroyed.

Among these mutated zombies with enhanced strength, there are some special variants. This type no longer maintains a human form, but has a beast-like appearance and is equally terrifyingly tall.

Although mutated zombies such as beasts are not as powerful as the above-mentioned enhanced strength types, they are much faster.

It's a middle value between strength and speed, but there are not many mutated zombies of this type.

The remaining types are somewhat arbitrary. Some can release poison, some can jump very high, and some are even huge in size but move extremely slowly. This type of creature has serious biases.

In the fights over the past few days, apart from the monster that could directly attack the mind, the one that left the deepest impression on me was probably a mutated zombie that looked like a giant toad.

Those mutated zombies didn't have much intelligence to begin with, and they just acted according to the purpose set by the nebula body. But the giant toad, among this group of not-so-intelligent mutated zombies, seemed particularly stubborn and reckless.

It seemed to have completely imitated creatures such as toads and frogs. It did not actively chase the Epiphyllum every day, but jumped around on the streets. Once it saw something moving, it would instantly stick out its disgusting tongue, roll up the thing, and swallow it directly into its mouth.

The relationship between Epiphyllum and mutated zombies is extremely complicated. Although they are restrained, the mutated zombies have never actually eaten the creatures parasitized by Epiphyllum.

However, the giant toad I saw was different from other mutated zombies. It would directly swallow the creatures that were parasitic on the Epiphyllum and digest them.

What’s interesting is that the toad-like mutant zombie seems unable to distinguish between friend and foe. As long as it moves within its sight, whether it is a mutant zombie or an Epiphyllum, it will be eaten directly.

This is exactly what a real toad would do. Toads and frogs are both creatures with extremely low intelligence. They cannot distinguish between their own kind at all and will eat each other as long as their mouths can swallow it.

Therefore, it is very common for big toads and frogs to eat small ones.

I looked at the giant toad I had drawn on my notebook, sighed, and stood up to see if the pigeon meat had cooled down.

However, just as I stood up, a huge pink sticky tongue suddenly shot out and wrapped around my body. The next moment, under the huge pulling force, my body instantly flew into the air.

Then, I was swallowed by a huge frog's mouth and fell into darkness.

Damn, it turns out that saying Cao Cao Cao is such a fucked-up thing?

Chapter 236 Toad (Part 2)

I feel a little regretful that I haven't been able to get more detailed information about the giant toad in these few short days.

For example, how long its tongue is, how strong its pulling force is, or whether there is really gastric acid in its stomach.

But I definitely don’t regret not being eaten…

The giant toad's tongue was pink and covered with a thick layer of disgusting mucus. When its tongue rolled up me, a layer of mucus directly covered my entire body, making it impossible for me to breathe.

The pulling force of the pink tongue was so strong that I felt like my waist was about to be torn when it was pulled.

From being stuck to the tongue to being completely swallowed into the mouth, I didn't have the slightest chance to fight back. I just felt a black screen before my eyes, and then I was swallowed directly into the stomach with severe pain all over my body.

I have always hated sticky things like frogs and toads, especially the densely packed bumps on toads' bodies. I feel nauseous every time I see them.

Toads and frogs are both extremely intelligent creatures. They cannot even distinguish between their own kind and food. Among these creatures, cannibalism is a common occurrence.

Well, a real home cooked meal.

The giant toad was as big as a truck. In just a breath, I was forcefully swallowed into its stomach mixed with mucus.

As I was dizzy, I felt a sharp pain all over my body. The giant toad's stomach was filled with strong acid, and the smell was so pungent that it seemed to be condensed into substance and opened a hole in my nose and throat.

Before I could even steady myself, I realized that my feet had been corroded. There was naturally no light source in here, only pure darkness.

The corrosive pain from the sour taste made me grimace in pain. What was even more disgusting was that the stomach acid poured into my nasal cavity, between my lips and teeth, and flowed into my throat.

It was like swallowing a stream of flowing flame. The pain and burning sensation quickly deprived me of the power to think. Like all living things, I could only struggle violently out of instinct.

Under the corrosion of the acid, I felt my face was being torn apart, and my skin was being torn off. I felt an awful itch as if countless bugs had drilled under my skin, wriggling and biting me madly.

The itchiness seemed to have seeped into the gaps between my bones, and it seemed that only by breaking my bones apart one by one could I stop the itchiness.

The giant toad seemed to start moving, its stomach shaking and bouncing up and down, and my body was floating up and down like a rootless duckweed, with no chance of steadying myself at all.

In this situation, I had no way to exert any strength at all. My feet had lost their footing and the power my limbs could exert was pitifully small.

This kind of pain lasted for half an hour. My body was constantly corroded by the acid, my skin peeled off, my flesh and blood turned into water, but then I grew back again.

During this continuous healing process, my healing speed became faster and faster, gradually catching up with the corrosion speed. Half an hour later, my skin would grow new skin the moment it was corroded.

But it was still no use, the intense pain never subsided, no matter how fast I healed, my whole body was still soaked in acid.

There's no way I can escape from this unless I kill this damn giant toad.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!

I flapped my limbs with my teeth and claws, knowing it was futile, but still struggling instinctively.

How long has it been since I felt this kind of constant pain? It seems to happen every day recently.

This is really tiresome.

I used to think that pain was the only thing that would not make people feel bored. In my long life, I have felt bored with many things, but only pain feels different every time.

It seems that people will never get used to or get tired of pain.

This is what I used to think, but now it seems that no one will get tired of pain, but no one will truly enjoy the pain either.

Some humans can feel sexual pleasure through pain. For this pleasure, they will do many stupid things. Some are even obsessed with the pleasure of suffocation.

In my day, people died seeking the thrill of suffocation.

But those people's enjoyment of pain is limited. It is impossible for them to feel pleasure when their skin is corroded all over their body.

Intense pain can bring pleasure to some people, but most of the time it gives people different emotions.

Anger and hysteria.

Just like me now.

I was turned over again in the gastric juice. In the severe corrosion, I regained some sanity, but was swallowed by anger again. My eyes were corroded and I couldn't see anything at all.

I could only stretch out my right hand angrily, slam it down, and roar hysterically.

"Fuck you!"

The next moment, where my palm fell, a huge black sharp icicle pierced through the stomach, passed through the body of the giant toad, and lifted it up high, hanging it in the air.

The big hole in the giant toad's stomach allowed all the acid to flow out of the body, and I was finally relieved from the constant pain.

This sudden scene stunned me for a moment, then I came to my senses and jumped down the big hole with a fishy smell on my body.

After landing, I rolled on the ground, released the force from my body, and turned to look behind me.

I saw that the original asphalt road was forcibly broken, and a huge black icicle, with exaggerated coldness, directly pierced the giant toad through.

The icicle was of astonishing size and was a full twenty meters high.

I looked at the black icicle in doubt and uncertainty, then stepped forward, tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked it.

It was clearly spring, but the moment my tongue licked it, a horrible chill swept through my body and instantly stuck to my tongue.

I didn't pay attention to my tongue, but was surprised to feel the familiar taste in my mouth.

This icicle tastes like... Coke... Was this something I made?

With this surprising thought in mind, I reached out and touched the place where my tongue was stuck. After my finger fell, the piece of black ice disappeared instantly. Just as I thought, it disappeared without a trace.

My eye twitched and I stepped back, looking at the huge black icicle in front of me, and finally understood it all.

Just now, in my extreme anger, I subconsciously summoned Coke.

A cola icicle that is extremely low in temperature, highly compressed, and looks like a spiky boulder.

Is it possible that the power of summoning Coke is even greater than immortality?

My face twitched and I belatedly understood something.

All these years...it seems like all the beatings I've received were in vain.

Chapter 237 Coke

Since the end of the world, I have wanted to develop my abilities.

Needless to say, my immortality has always been my greatest reliance, but the ability to summon Coke has always been like a black joke.

I have made many attempts to summon the ability of Coke, similar to the high-pressure water gun mentioned by Ajie, but in terms of actual results, the summoned Coke will forcibly squeeze out gaps in space and cannot be used as a high-pressure water gun.

If I have to find a way to describe it, it would be like the feeling of a child peeing.

However, at this moment, a huge black icicle pierced through the body of the giant toad, like a black gem, emitting a captivating chill. Although it was still spring, one could still feel a slight chill when standing in front of it.

I reached out my hand again and pressed lightly on the black icicle. The horrible chill instantly spread along my palm all the way up, making me shiver.

My body subconsciously tried to pull my arm back, but as soon as I moved my hand, I found that my palm was completely stuck to it.

The temperature of this icicle is terribly low, so it has such exaggerated hardness that it can penetrate the giant toad that cannot be broken by bullets in an instant.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that summoning Coke will forcibly squeeze the space.

As soon as I thought about it, the black icicle on my palm disappeared instantly, allowing me to successfully pull back my arm.