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"Let's see whether their shotguns are more powerful or our bullets are faster."

My eyes changed, I looked at Ajie strangely, and said slowly.

"Why do you mention the Shield Stronghold?"

In response to this, Ajie shrugged slightly and replied very casually.

"Isn't this why you came here today?"

I was speechless. It was just as he said. I came here today just to find some manpower to settle accounts with the Shield Stronghold.

But after arriving at the ancient city stronghold and seeing these people leading stable lives, I finally reacted slowly.

Although it may not sound good, the life and death of the people in the Shield Stronghold has nothing to do with the people in the Ancient City Stronghold. They have no reason to die with me.

So, I hid my original plan and just thought about getting the big truck back, but I didn't expect that Ajie would point it out.

Ajie seemed to see through all my thoughts, smiled with a relaxed look and said.

"I can tell who you are at a glance."

"You don't want to involve the people here in the Shield Stronghold, do you?"

Without waiting for my answer, Ajie pointed his finger at himself, narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Then let me do it."

"what?"

"I came from the Shield Stronghold, so it has nothing to do with me. I'm willing to help, isn't that too much?"

I exhaled lightly, looked at Ajie who looked relaxed and as if he was chatting casually, and said in a deep voice.

"Don't try to be brave. You'll die if you do this."

Upon hearing this, Ajie's expression remained unchanged. He snapped his fingers with his right hand in an indifferent manner and smiled silently.

"I'm not afraid."

"When I attacked the ancient city stronghold, I hesitated. It wasn't because I was afraid of death, but because I was afraid that I would never have the chance to defend the shield stronghold again."

I wanted to say something else, but Ajie raised his hand to stop me. He stepped lightly, his eyes serious, and walked towards me while speaking softly.

"Before the end of the world, I wasn't a good person."

"so……"

"Even if I die...it won't be a pity."

I was a little surprised. Looking at Ajie who had walked up to me, I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ajie lowered his head slightly, stretched out his hands, pressed them heavily on my shoulders, lowered his voice, and spoke word by word.

"Please, let me go."

I was silent for a long time, staring at Ajie in a daze, but in the end I could only sigh and speak softly.

"I don't have any pension money to cheat."

Hearing this, Ajie's eyes lit up and he smiled freely.

"I'm not as stingy as you. Liu Yong left behind a lot of wine made from grain."

"Come on, I'll treat you to a drink tonight."

I smiled bitterly and answered honestly.

"I can not drink."

Ajie didn't look surprised, he just laughed softly.

"There is no right or wrong. If you don't die from drinking, then drink until you die."

I stopped refusing and walked out of the warehouse slowly with Ajie while smiling and shaking my head.

Forget it, getting drunk once in a while is a good thing.

Many years later, I no longer remember how much alcohol Ajie and I drank that night. I can only vaguely remember that Ajie was holding onto a tree and vomiting violently.

It turns out...he can't drink either.

Chapter 71 Chaos

Storms are coming, and wildfires are about to break out.

On this day, thick black clouds piled up in one place, one layer within another. Only a little faint light penetrated the clouds, shedding some light on the world.

In the long wooden house, a few candles flickered gently in the darkness, as quiet as ice.

Qu Yunliu sat in front of the long table, his face as pale as a ghost, his expression haggard, and he looked like he was about to die.

A smell of death enveloped the wooden house. Although there was no corpse, a faint smell of decay emanated from Qu Yunliu's body.

No matter who it is, after looking at Qu Yunliu at this moment, they will come to the same conclusion.

This person won't live for a few more days.

However, as his death approached, Qu Yunliu's face remained calm. Instead, he used a piece of wire to move the candle wick with great interest.

Suddenly, the door of the wooden house was slowly pushed open. Qu Yunliu looked up and saw Old Liu, who came to deliver food. He was holding a steaming corn porridge, bowing respectfully, and walking slowly towards him.

"Master Chief, it's time to eat."

Qu Yunliu glanced at Lao Liu and the wooden tray holding the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

Old Liu didn't dare to look up. He walked towards Qu Yunliu step by step with the wooden tray. When he was three steps away from Qu Yunliu, Qu Yunliu raised his eyebrows and asked softly.

"Old Liu, how have I treated you over the years?"

Hearing this, Old Liu's hands holding the wooden tray trembled for a moment, then he put on an impeccable smile and replied softly.

"Over the years, the chief has been very kind to me. People of my age shouldn't be living in this stronghold."

"If you hadn't kept me here, I would have died out there with the other old guys."

Upon hearing this, Qu Yunliu pursed his lips, looked at Lao Liu meaningfully, and said in a low voice.

"In that case, why do you want to be the first to speak out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Liu's face suddenly changed and a drop of cold sweat broke out, but then a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

In a flash, Lao Liu flipped his palm, and the corn porridge on the wooden plate spilled all over the floor. His right hand, holding a short knife, stabbed Qu Yunliu fiercely.

A cold light flashed, and the candle flame swayed. The sharp dagger fell quickly, but stopped abruptly when it was just millimeters away from Qu Yunliu's eyes, and could not move forward any further.

However, Qu Yunliu's slender palm was like an iron clamp, firmly grasping Lao Liu's wrist.

Old Liu's eyes were filled with horror. He looked at Qu Yunliu, who was already emaciated and dying. He couldn't understand where this dying man got so much strength.

Qu Yunliu looked calm, as if everything was under his control, and spoke in a flat tone.

"I don't have many days left to live. Can't those guys wait patiently for a few days?"

"Old Liu, you are old, how can you follow those idiots and do stupid things?"

As he spoke, Qu Yunliu gently took the dagger from Lao Liu's hand, turned his hand around, and stabbed it into Lao Liu's chest quickly and fiercely.

Lao Liu's pupils dilated instantly, his throat lost its voice, he stumbled backwards, finally bumped into a pillar, and slumped to the ground.

Qu Yunliu held the dagger, stretched out his fingers, gently wiped the blood off the dagger, narrowed his eyes slightly, and sighed with some regret.

"it's a pity."

"Old Liu, you've been with me for so many years, have you really learned nothing?"

"At least, you should remember the favor I did for you."

Old Liu slumped on the ground, his face gloomy and breathing heavily. It seemed that he had aged a dozen years in an instant.

"Pooh."

Old Liu turned his head slightly and spat out a mouthful of blood. He raised his head with some difficulty, looked at Qu Yunliu with mockery in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice.

"I've lived for so many years, do I still need to learn something from a little bastard like you?"

Old Liu's reaction seemed to be beyond Qu Yunliu's expectations. He looked at Old Liu in surprise, frowned slightly, and said in confusion.

"Strange, I don't remember you being so spineless."

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Hearing this, Old Liu pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a miserable smile, and then he cursed in a low voice.

"Who wouldn't be afraid of death? If I wasn't afraid of death, I should have fought you when you were reorganizing your base."

Hearing this, Qu Yunliu frowned, a murderous look flashed in his eyes. He stood up slightly, holding the dagger, slowly walked towards Lao Liu, and said in a cold voice.

"I can't believe you, an old man, still remember the base from back then."

Looking at Qu Yunliu approaching step by step, Lao Liu instinctively flashed a trace of fear, but then he felt relieved.

Old Liu tried hard to sit up straight and asked Qu Yunliu very seriously.

"Little bastard, let me ask you a question."

"What is the purpose of living this life?"

Qu Yunliu swung the dagger in his hand, looked at Lao Liu calmly, and said in a low voice.

"For someone like you, just live your life, there's no need to think so much."

Upon hearing this, Old Liu let out a long breath, and his voice became hoarse and unpleasant.

“I want to live, too.”

"I not only want to live, but I also want to live well and live comfortably."

Blood dripped down, and Lao Liu's face became paler and paler. He looked at Qu Yunliu who was getting closer and closer, but his eyes became dazed, as if he was stupid, and he muttered to himself.

"I once opened a restaurant next to a high school. My wife looked after the restaurant and I cooked."

"My kid was also admitted to the university."

"But the zombies came, and my store was gone, my wife was gone, and my son was gone."

"I don't know how I can live comfortably, or whether I should live at all."

Old Liu raised his head and looked at Qu Yunliu who had walked in front of him, and said with a gloomy expression.

"You see, I have no home anymore."

Qu Yunliu leaned forward slightly, stared at Lao Liu coldly, and spoke in a low voice.

"Is this the reason why you repay me with hatred?"

Old Liu looked straight at Qu Yunliu, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and spoke slowly.

"If I really learned anything from you, it's probably only that of repaying kindness with enmity."

Qu Yunliu was startled, a rare trace of anger appeared on his face. He grabbed Lao Liu by the collar and said in a cold voice.

"I am different from people like you. Don't pretend to be a good person in front of me."

"Do you still consider yourself a good person?"

Hearing this, Old Liu was equally angry. He yelled at Qu Yunliu at the top of his voice.

"You think I don't want to be a good person?"

"Will you let me be a good person?! Can you let a good person live!"

"You forced me to do this! You forced me to stop being a good person!!!"

Old Liu used up his last bit of strength, tightly grasped Qu Yunliu with his blood-stained hands, and shouted hysterically.

"My son died saving others! Do you think I want to be a father that he would be ashamed of?"

Qu Yunliu's face became colder, and the dagger in his hand once again deeply stabbed into Lao Liu's body. Lao Liu's body shook, and his pupils quickly dimmed, but he still looked at Qu Yunliu and said hatefully.

"I curse you, Qu Yunliu."

"I curse you to die a miserable death."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Liu grabbed Qu Yunliu's hand and slid down dejectedly, while his body also slid to the side and fell into the dust, lifeless.