I sell Coke in the doomsday

After the giant toad swallowed me, it moved a long distance. Now I was in a shopping mall. There was no one around and it was unusually quiet.

I looked at the black icicle in front of me, slowly stretched out my hand, pressed forward, and looked at the ground in front of me with anticipation.

The next moment, a black icicle rose from the ground and surged towards the sky like a wriggling earthworm.

Seeing this, I was delighted and a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, but then I heard a crisp sound in my ears.

Click.

With a crisp sound, the black icicle that rose from the ground suddenly broke into pieces, and black ice crystals fell down like a flood. I hurriedly hugged my head and retreated.

After a while, I squatted on the ground, looking at the ice crystals scattered all over the ground, and couldn't help frowning. After those black ice crystals fell to the ground, they quickly melted into a pool of water.

I sighed and looked up again at the black icicle at the beginning. The black icicle still maintained its previous appearance and did not show any sign of melting.

It seems that it is a temperature problem?

How low a temperature would be needed to make the black icicles hard? It would have to be at least extremely low enough to freeze your arms instantly.

If I remember correctly, the hardness of pure ice at minus fifty degrees Celsius is already higher than that of iron, but this should be the hardness limit of ice.

However, the hardness of that black icicle is definitely more than that.

With doubts, I came to the black icicle again, looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally figured out a few key points.

First of all, the temperature of the black icicle was extremely low. When it came into contact with the giant toad, the extreme low temperature actually reduced the hardness of the giant toad's body a lot.

Secondly, the black icicles must be extremely compressed to have such hardness.

Of course, this is just my guess, everything needs to be verified, and how to verify it is also an extremely simple matter.

I thought about it, took a few steps back, waved my hands gently, and recited silently in my heart.

Relieve low temperature and return to above zero degrees.

Boom! ! !

Suddenly, the black icicle in front of me exploded, and an exaggerated black torrent, like a wave, swept over me. Before I could react, I was directly swept up by the black water.

The extremely compressed black icicle, the moment it was released, was like a terrible bomb, bringing up a terrifying airflow and a deafening explosion, like thunder in a clear sky.

I was caught in the black water flow, tossed around involuntarily, but I couldn't wipe away the black water flow actively. I needed to see how much volume of Coke was compressed.

After a while of churning, the black water flow finally stopped. I was soaked all over. After rolling on the ground for a few times, I lay on the ground and spit out all the Coke in my mouth.

Damn, I won't be drinking this stuff for a month.

After retching several times on the ground, I raised my head weakly and looked forward.

However, I saw that the original street was already in a mess. The black water flow washed me away a hundred meters away, and where the black icicle was originally located, an exaggeratedly large pit was blown out, directly connecting the city's underground sewers.

"Is this thing so powerful?"

This power can definitely deal with those mutated zombies. It is already at the level of a small bomb.

I was talking to myself in great joy, not caring about my disheveled appearance, I just raised my hands, closed my eyes, and started imagining it in my mind.

I imagined that there were countless cola liquids in front of me, gathering them together, compressing them together little by little, and squeezing them continuously.

It went smoothly at first, but after I compressed almost a box's worth of Coke liquid, I couldn't go on.

I felt like I was encountering invisible resistance. No matter how hard I tried to imagine, the Coke in my spiritual space could not be compressed any further.

This is strange, why is there always resistance to my imagination?

"Oh shit……"

After trying in vain, I reluctantly opened my eyes, stretched out my hand and made a fist. The cola fluid that was compressed in my imagination turned into an ice crystal and was held in my hand.

That's ice at about minus fifty degrees Celsius. When you hold it in your hand, you'll subconsciously want to throw it away.

I suddenly raised my hand and threw the black ice in my hand far away. When it was about to hit the ground, I released the compression on the black ice in my mind.

Bang!

The black ice exploded with a loud bang, blowing away the bricks and stones on the ground. The power was considered that of a grenade, but compared with the previous black icicle, it was nothing.

What went wrong?

I can't figure it out, especially why the things I imagine would encounter resistance. Can this ability also control my imagination?

Or maybe...it's not as simple as imagined.

I suddenly remembered that before I had any memory of these reincarnations, I had tried similar things before, but none of my attempts back then were successful.

That was around the time of my third reincarnation when I tried to do something similar.

The summoned Coke is transformed into a highly compressed solid, which then explodes in an instant.

However, the result at that time was completely different from what I imagined. The Coke that was summoned at that time could not be compressed at all. It was just an ordinary block of ice.

At that time, I came to the conclusion that the ability to summon Coke was not capable of recognizing precise requirements, so I completely gave up developing this ability and just lived my life relying on my immortality.

So, why is it possible now if it was not possible then?

Chapter 238 The Second Time (I)

I stood there thinking for a long time, and had some vague guesses. When I looked up, I realized that it was already evening.

Seeing this, I pinched it casually and tried to summon the compressed cola ice cubes again. Threads of cold air gathered in my hands, and a small black ice cube appeared in my palm.

I looked at the black ice in my hand, thinking deeply. This ice cube was only the size of a glass bead, but its compressed volume was even smaller than before.

The resistance in my consciousness still exists, but this attempt is much easier than last time. However, there seems to be a voice telling me.

That’s really my limit right now.

After a moment, I casually threw the black ice bead in my hand backwards and stepped forward. A few seconds later, I heard a sound behind me. The black ice bead exploded successfully, but its power was not much higher than before.

As I walked forward, I carefully compared my past self with my present self. The difference between the two is why I can now compress Coke.

I have lived too long, such a long time, but I have just been marking time. Time has not allowed me to really grow.

Looking back, I just kept repeating the same mistakes, losing my memories in each reincarnation, starting over, and then becoming a crazy monster in this apocalypse.

Perhaps the only difference between my past and present is that I have begun to fear death.

The conditions for the success of that ability shouldn't be something so abstract.

There weren’t many differences in my previous reincarnations. I was doing the same thing every time. The only difference was now.

I have regained my past memories, lost certain qualities, and regained my fear of death.

In this reincarnation, I did a lot of things that were different from the past. I changed the Corpse God Cult, forgave those man-eating guys, reconciled with Qu Yunliu and became half friends with him, and went to see the sea with Tongtong.

Suddenly, I stopped and a light seemed to flash in my mind.

Recovering memory... Yes, I recovered my memory, the memory of hundreds of times. This is simply not something that the human brain can do.

Even if I were immortal, I should have forced myself to forget some memories. I still remember that at the beginning, whenever I thought of those memories, my brain would be like an exploding balloon, and I couldn't fall asleep at all.

The opportunity for change came when I first came into contact with the nebula bodies. At that time, I mistakenly believed that they were on my side because they allowed me to recall all my memories without having a splitting headache.

There is no doubt about it. The reason why I can compress liquids now must be because of the changes that the nebula body brought to my body at that time.

It was like a big door that was impossible for me to open, but the door really existed and the space behind it was real, but I just couldn't open it.

But the changes that the nebula body brought to my body unexpectedly loosened the door, allowing me to pry it open and peek into the world behind it.

"Spiritual power..."

I whispered to myself, not knowing how to describe this limitation, so I could only simply call it mental power.

Potential has always been a somewhat vague word. To me, it is more like a ghost. I have heard of it but never really seen it.

When I was in the giant toad's stomach before, I was in a state of anger. Perhaps it was at that time that my so-called potential was realized, and I made the black icicle that I could not have done before.

As the sun sets, there will be no more mutant zombies in the entire city. I can walk on the street openly, slowly and leisurely, thinking carefully.

After coming to this perhaps inaccurate conclusion, I felt a lot more relaxed. Although I couldn't make icicles like before, understanding why I couldn't do it made me feel more comfortable.

Coo~coo~coo.

My stomach suddenly started to rumble with hunger, and the hunger reminded me of the roasted pigeon that I didn’t have time to eat after I finished the exam.

Damn it, that was the pigeon I shot down with my last bullet.

Most of the day was wasted on that giant toad and the black icicle. My stomach is now empty and about to rebel.

I won't die, but I will feel hungry like an ordinary person. Although I won't starve to death, the feeling of hunger is unbearable.

Perhaps, this strange setting is to prevent me from hiding and living a life completely isolated from the world, and hunger will force me to go out and interact with people.

The light was getting dimmer and dimmer, and after going around in the giant toad's stomach, I lost my lighting equipment. As night was approaching, I looked around, trying to find a place to stay.

Unfortunately, the street where I am is full of stores selling clothes and cosmetics. The only different one is a pet shop.

After thinking about whether cosmetics are more delicious or pet food is more delicious, I made a decision and strode towards the pet store.

The pet shop was not big and it looked like it did not have any boarding business. The shop was well maintained and apart from the thick dust, there was nothing unsatisfactory about it.

Walking past the counter in the store and through the iron cages filled with many animals, I came to the shelves filled with various kinds of pet food.

I picked up a bag of dog food and opened it. A foul smell hit me in the face. I frowned and threw it aside.

The taste is much more irritating than that of expired isatis root cooked in expired cans. It is not a delicacy that I can accept.

The room was getting darker and darker, and I couldn't see clearly. I continued to grope on the shelf, and my palms felt cold, and I touched a pile of tin cans.

Pet canned food? This stuff should preserve better than dog food or cat food.

In the darkness, I couldn't see what the cans were. I grabbed a few and groped my way out of the pet store.

After walking out of the store, I put the cans on the ground and examined them carefully under the light of the stars in the night sky.

There were five cans of food in total. I picked them up and looked at them one by one. Three of them were canned grains, and the remaining two were canned beef.

I have to say, in that era, some pets eat better than their owners.

I sat on the side of the road and opened a can of beef. To my surprise, this can of beef had no peculiar smell. At least it smelled much better than the expired cans I had eaten before.

Without a spoon, I just picked up the can and poured it directly into my mouth. It looked very ugly. As I was eating with relish, my body suddenly tensed up.

A familiar weird feeling suddenly enveloped my whole body, making me tremble all over.

That monster that can attack the mind...is here again.

Chapter 239 Cat

The night was dim, with the waning moon half hidden in the sea of ​​clouds. Under the sparse starlight, the long street in the distance seemed to turn into a tangled web of eerie shadows, crisscrossing and dancing in my pupils.

In a trance, the space there seemed to be twisting, revolving around a point in the center, slowly being drawn into it, as if there was an invisible black hole there, swallowing up all existence, light, and even shadows.

The world was spinning, my pupils were dilated, my eyes were gradually becoming empty, and I felt like I had lost my soul. I stood there motionless.

"Snap!" A muffled sound suddenly came, followed by a harsh and unpleasant sound, like someone rubbing fingernails against glass, which chilled people's bones and gave them goose bumps.

I shuddered and came back to my senses from my trance. The strange scene in my eyes had disappeared, replaced by a thin figure in a black robe with his face covered.

The figure was startled by the sudden awakening. He quickly stretched out his dry palm and pointed at me. I turned around quickly and swung my hand, smashing the canned meat that I had not finished eating on his head.

Without any hesitation, I turned around and ran away. As I turned around, I saw a dirty orange cat sharpening its claws on the glass door next to the pet shop, and next to it was the pet cans I had thrown away before.

Is this orange cat attracted by the pet food?

This wonderful idea flashed through my mind, and somehow I picked up the dirty orange cat and ran away.

In the pitch-black night, my footsteps were very clear, one step after another, echoing throughout the entire street. I didn't hear the other person chasing me, but I didn't dare to look back to make sure.

Based on my previous experience, this creature that can directly attack with the mind does not seem to have very good physical strength. It is a typical student with only one subject. Its movement speed is definitely not as fast as mine.

With this thought in mind, I held the orange cat and ran all the way for thirty minutes. After I was out of breath, I stopped by holding the railing on the side of the road.

"call……"

I was breathing heavily, my body lowered lower and lower, and finally I sat on the ground exhausted, and at this moment I suddenly felt a pain in my hand.

"Meow!"

With an angry meow, the orange cat scratched and bit my hand. I instinctively let go of my hand in pain. The moment the orange cat landed on the ground, it quickly ran away and stopped ten steps away from me, its fur standing on end and its teeth bared.

It seems that it didn't have an easy time in my hands during its escape just now.

I smiled helplessly. In fact, I myself didn't understand why I brought this orange cat with me. I just grabbed it casually for some unknown reason, or maybe I subconsciously felt that this orange cat would be killed if I stayed there.