I sell Coke in the doomsday

"No one is willing to submit to anyone else. Everyone wants to be the boss, and no one wants to be the younger brother."

"So, the stronghold has already started fighting openly and secretly, trying to recruit people to join their gangs and expand their power."

As he spoke, the man glanced at the car that had first hit the street light and said nonchalantly.

"We are all Little Scar's men. Today we want to bring in those people who came out to search for supplies with us."

"As a result, those idiots still thought about Qu Yunliu, so we had no choice but to kill them."

After that, the man looked up at me and said in a deep voice.

"That's all I know."

"Can you let me go now?"

I didn't doubt what the man said, because I had guessed that there was something wrong with Qu Yunliu, but I didn't expect that the madman was about to die.

I smiled at the man with the corners of my mouth, but there was no smile in my eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm different from you."

“I’m a good person who keeps my promises.”

As I spoke, I raised the gun again and aimed at the man's head.

When the man saw this, he suddenly panicked and yelled at me angrily.

"What?! Didn't you say you were a good person?"

I didn't avoid the question, but looked straight at the man and said it without any burden.

"Yes, I am indeed a genuine good man."

"Except, some of them are not trustworthy."

"Yeah, just a minor flaw."

As I spoke, I forcefully stuffed the muzzle of the gun into the man's mouth. It looked a bit evil, and I frowned and spoke softly to Tongtong beside me.

"Tongtong, close your eyes."

"Ah."

After seeing Tongtong close her eyes obediently, I finally moved my finger to the trigger, pressed it gently, and at the same time sincerely wished the man a blessing.

"Good night."

"Sweet dreams."

Chapter 68 Self-struggle

boom!

After the sharp gunshot, the surroundings fell silent again. I looked at the dead man with a somewhat cold look in my eyes.

The man's face before he died was distorted, full of hatred and unwillingness, as if he had a deep resentment towards me for not keeping my promise.

But I feel that giving him a quick death is all the kindness I can show him.

I checked the pistol in my hand and there were still seven bullets in the magazine, worth keeping.

But after that, I fell into confusion again.

Killing these seven people was not a rational decision. Instead, it was a decision I made under the influence of emotion. I was eager to know the news about the Shield Stronghold.

But when I got the information about the Shield Stronghold and knew that Qu Yunliu would not live long, I started to back off.

In silence, I took Tongtong's little hand, turned around and started my journey home.

Along the way, I remained silent, with a complicated expression, and kept thinking about one question.

Should I... do something?

A few months ago, I would have had such an idea, and I would have been a reckless fool and got involved in the Shield Fortress incident without thinking about it.

But now, my thinking has become a little different.

While walking, I secretly glanced at Tongtong beside me. The sun was setting, I was walking in the shadow of the house, while Tongtong was walking in the sunshine.

The golden light was scattered, and her every frown and smile were like dazzling light. Her smile was as beautiful as a flower, like a flame in winter, weak, but it made people risk their lives for it.

The brief appearance of the god and the warmth during that period made me hesitate. I walked in the shadows, not daring to take a step forward.

Yes, I am living a happy life now, why do I have to get mixed up in that mess?

I am not a savior, so why should I think like a savior?

Yes, I began to get scared. I was scared of losing everything I had now, and I was also scared of walking into the gamble that God had prepared for me.

I may be a good person, but I am also a coward.

In silence, Tongtong and I walked all the way back home, and I was like a puppet, doing my usual things in a wooden manner.

I boiled water, cooked, and sat on the sofa with Tongtong, watching DVDs that I had watched countless times.

I felt like I had lost my soul and just kept repeating the same things woodenly. When night came, I lay in bed like a corpse but couldn't fall asleep.

As time went by, I fell into a strange state of half sleep and half wakefulness. I didn't know whether I was asleep or awake. I just vaguely saw another me, standing by the bed, looking down at me coldly.

"coward."

The other "I" slowly opened his mouth, his voice was cold and full of disdain.

I realized that this must be a dream, but looking at the other "me" at the head of the bed, I lowered my head in shame.

The other "me" was in tattered clothes and covered in blood, and there seemed to be some blood and flesh on his clenched fists.

"coward!"

I still kept silent, allowing the other "me" to yell at me.

But the more this happened, the angrier the other "me" became. He gently lifted his feet and walked onto the bed. The soles of his feet, which were covered in blood, left red footprints on my sheets.

He slowly raised his foot and stepped on my chest. When my consciousness was confused, I found that "he" was getting taller and taller, while I was as small as a bug.

"You don't need to numb yourself now, do you."

"You arrogant fellow."

The other "me" was filled with the anger that I was most familiar with, pushing his feet a little harder and questioning me coldly.

"Because you are immortal, you can save people like a fool."

"Because you won't die, you know how to start over again. You clearly know that you are different from others, but you still expect others to live like you."

"But now, you are reluctant to give up your current life and are afraid of that god with cerebral palsy."

"You backed down, you coward."

"You arrogant, stupid, disgusting coward."

I felt like my chest was being stepped on and I couldn't breathe, and I found that I was unable to answer his questions.

The other "me" had no intention of stopping. He raised his foot again and stepped on my face, stepping hard, and asked angrily.

"Remember what we said to ourselves after we escaped from the Corpse God Cult?"

"Live like a human being."

Hearing this, my breathing became more and more difficult. I wanted to tell another me that it is precisely because I am a human being that I retreat.

But I just couldn't bring myself to say these cowardly words.

The other "me" suddenly leaned over, grabbed my collar, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Cheap kindness, who do you think you are giving alms to?"

"Don't be so arrogant!"

"Ten years! Ten whole years!! You should understand something by now."

“People who fall into the water should be rescued by people who can swim.”

"We are immortal, and we should have our responsibilities."

I stared at another me in a daze, unable to say anything, but I wanted to refute, refute another me.

Suddenly, the other "me" looked gloomy, as if losing all his anger. He looked at me dejectedly and said softly.

"What are you afraid of?"

I am afraid of losing.

“But you are losing.”

what?

“You forgot about the anger.”

anger?

The other "I" smiled bitterly, the blood on his face dripping slowly, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"We said that."

“Don’t lose the ability to be angry because you’ve seen too much and been hurt too much.”

"Don't compromise, don't be numb, keep our anger."

The other "I" lowered his head and spoke word by word.

“Even if it’s cheap, it’s a good deed.”

"Even if we are arrogant, we have never done anything wrong."

“We may not want others to live our way, but that doesn’t mean we have to live their way.”

As I spoke, the other me gently pressed my palms to my eyes and whispered.

"What did you see?"

When my hands fell on my eye sockets, a series of hellish pictures suddenly appeared before my eyes.

I saw the shield stronghold burning in a blaze, corpses lying under the rubble, and young children kneeling beside their mothers' bodies, crying hoarsely.

Countless naked corpses were piled up like white worms, with empty eyes, like a bottomless abyss.

Blood, blood, blood everywhere.

The roars and cries intertwined together, like a prelude to hell, echoing in my ears.

"see it?"

The other me slowly put down my hand, looked straight at me, and asked me again.

"Did you see it?"

I looked gloomy, and finally nodded slightly and answered in a low voice.

"I saw."

Chapter 69: Warmth

"I saw."

I know that all of this is just an illusion, but as long as I don't take action, then all of this will definitely happen.

“We always say we are not saviors.”

"But there's nothing wrong with being a savior once in a while."

The other "me" suddenly smiled. He chuckled, and the blood on his body slowly disappeared. He looked at me and whispered.

“Don’t ever drift away from yourself.”

"don't want……"

Without waiting for the other me to finish, I looked up and spoke to the other me.

“Don’t forget the anger.”

Don't forget the anger, don't learn to compromise, don't try to tolerate.

The other "me" looked at me quietly, and then slowly dissipated like a cloud of smoke.