I sell Coke in the doomsday

Chapter 72: Awakening from a Dream

Qu Yunliu looked at Lao Liu's body quietly with an indifferent expression. He was not at all moved by the words Lao Liu said before he died.

"How pitiful."

Qu Yunliu exhaled lightly, turned around and walked into the depths of the wooden house, and took out an oil barrel from a dark corner. He walked slowly in the house and poured the gasoline in the barrel onto the wooden floor.

The gasoline fell on the floor and spread slowly. A strong smell instantly filled Qu Yunliu's nostrils. He held his breath and sprinkled the gasoline all the way.

Finally, Qu Yunliu poured all the remaining gasoline on Lao Liu's body, then threw the oil barrel aside and nonchalantly took out a lighter and a rolled tobacco from his pocket.

Qu Yunliu held the cigarette to his lips, smelling the gasoline smell that filled the whole room, and couldn't help laughing. He looked at Lao Liu's body and slowly lit the tobacco to his lips.

"Do you know what the biggest difference between me and you guys is?"

Qu Yunliu slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke and lightly tapped his fingers to shake off the ashes. He raised his head slightly, looked at the black roof, and spoke softly with a gloomy expression.

"I've never been afraid of death. I'm just afraid that no one will remember me after I die."

"I don't care about good or evil. I just want people to remember me."

"Even if it's hatred, as long as someone can remember me, that's enough."

“Whether there is doomsday or not, this world is a quagmire. If you want to climb out, you have to step on others to get in.”

Qu Yunliu took another deep puff of smoke and squinted his eyes slightly. White smoke slowly came out of his nose like two straight lines.

"So, Lao Liu, you are really stupid."

"No matter what you plan, I plan to die today."

As he spoke, Qu Yunliu threw the cigarette lightly, and the gasoline that was slowly spreading on the ground caught fire. Sparks fell and quickly ignited the gasoline.

I saw a flame spreading rapidly at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, it spread to the entire wooden house. A thick smoke quickly rose from the fire.

In the thick smoke, Qu Yunliu lay contentedly on the long table, closed his eyes, and whispered to himself.

"How I die is up to me."

The fire spread and thick smoke billowed, but Qu Yunliu fell asleep peacefully in the burning flames.

……

After a long time.

Screams, the whistling of bullets, and noisy roars rang in Qu Yunliu's ears.

Qu Yunliu frowned subconsciously and opened his eyes slowly. In the blurry vision, he felt his perspective was shaking.

Is this... hell?

It seems that there is no difference from the human world.

Qu Yunliu was a little fuzzy and had not yet figured out the current situation. He thought he had arrived in hell.

But the next moment, his vision gradually became clear, and he finally saw a slightly childish face, looking at him with surprise and shouting loudly.

"Wake up! Wake up! The leader is awake!"

Qu Yunliu finally woke up from the young man's deafening shout. He was shocked to find that he was not dead, but was being carried on the back of a young man.

Qu Yunliu wanted to ask for clarification, but his body was already exhausted. The strength that he had previously given to Old Liu was gone. He opened his mouth and coughed violently.

What the hell does this happen?

Bullets whizzed, and the young man ran quickly while carrying him on his back. Behind the young man were several young men covering them.

"My Lord Chief, Scarlett and his men started a riot and burned down the house you lived in. It was Little Six who rescued you from the fire."

Hearing this, the weak Qu Yunliu suddenly found it a little ridiculous. He was clearly seeking death, but why did it now sound like a conspiracy theory?

Qu Yunliu thought it was easy to guess the purpose of this group of young people. They just wanted to use their influence in this entire stronghold to become the next leader.

If nothing unexpected happens, the young man carrying him on his back should be the leader of this group.

Qu Yunliu felt a little tired and helpless. He just wanted to die today and didn't want to be someone else's pawn.

boom! boom! boom!

The gunshots behind him suddenly became more intense. The pursuers were obviously approaching. Qu Yunliu took a long breath and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Although there were many young people in this group, they had few guns. He even saw several young people holding iron bars.

The sound of gunfire from behind was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, a bullet passed through the crowd, brushed past Qu Yunliu's cheek, and hit a young man.

This further confirmed what Qu Yunliu had thought, that the difference in firepower meant that this group of young people were doomed to have no chance of success.

But what happened next was beyond Qu Yunliu's expectations. After the young man was hit in the shoulder by a bullet, his face darkened and he threw the gun in his hand to a young man holding an iron rod.

Then the young man picked up the iron rod and rushed back without looking back, stupidly and recklessly.

The young man who was carrying Qu Yunliu, the man who looked like the leader, handed Qu Yunliu to another man, then picked up a gun and gave orders to everyone with a calm expression.

"Protect the leader, I will be the rear guard."

After saying that, the young man who looked like the leader turned around. Qu Yunliu was on the back of another man, his eyes full of confusion, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Why? Why do you have to go to this extent?"

At this time, the young man carrying Qu Yunliu on his back lowered his head and said with a firm look in his eyes.

"Because the leader saved us."

Qu Yunliu was even more confused when he heard this, but he didn't say anything. He just turned his head and looked behind him.

Amid the flying sand, he saw countless young people falling in the dust, their flesh and blood blurred, buried in the yellow earth.

What on earth did they die for?

……

No one in the shield stronghold had expected that this "coup" which should have been easy would actually drag on for a whole day.

The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the entire shield stronghold without stopping, and even at this moment, Qu Yunliu was still alive.

As the sun was setting, in the forest on the mountain, Qu Yunliu, his face covered in dust, lay on the back of a young man with a complicated expression.

The light grew dim, and the pursuers behind them seemed to have temporarily lost track of them. However, there were so many young men there during the day, but now there were less than five left.

Qu Yunliu looked at the five young men who were covered in dust and scars. He still thought they were stupid, but he could no longer feel contempt for them.

During the day, he saw with his own eyes that in order to protect themselves, several young people used their bodies as bulletproof vests. In order to cover him, a lame young girl voluntarily rushed into the trap.

In the flesh and blood, Qu Yunliu finally understood something, but he only felt it was absurd and sad.

All he sought all his life was that after his death, someone would remember his name and revere him like a god.

However, at this moment, the people that Qu Yunliu had expected died one after another for his dying self.

In fact, not only these young people, but also those who should have been hiding in the house would actually risk their lives to delay the enemy.

How ridiculous.

Qu Yunliu thought so. He had spent so many years laying down large networks in this shield stronghold, connecting everyone with the order he set.

Give them the illusion that you are the savior.

But Qu Yunliu had never thought that this net, these threads connecting everyone, would be entangled because of him and appear in front of him in such a strange form.

Perhaps, this is retribution?

Qu Yunliu thought helplessly. He didn't want to live anymore. He felt that his goal had been achieved.

He wants to die.

A person who wants to die is held hostage by the fruit of his false kindness and cannot die.

It’s ridiculous.

In silence, the group carried Qu Yunliu and climbed to the top of the mountain. This was their final location.

The moonlight was gentle, falling on the trees on the top of the mountain, wrapping them in a thin layer of silver gauze. Qu Yunliu was surrounded by the crowd and placed on the ground.

The young men began to use tools to dig trenches on the ground.

Qu Yunliu sat on the ground, gasping for breath, extremely weak. Without the pink petals to sustain his life, his body was already at the end of its strength and he couldn't exert an ounce of strength.

With the help of moonlight, Qu Yunliu looked at the young girl closest to him and spoke softly.

"Child, don't be stupid. Hand me over, and you may still be able to survive."

Hearing this, the young girl stopped what she was doing, her dark face filled with determination, she shook her head firmly and said.

"We would rather die than hand you over."

Qu Yunliu suddenly felt a little funny. He just wanted to die, so why did he have to encounter such a mess?

After the funny thing, Qu Yunliu couldn't hide his curiosity and couldn't help asking.

"Why... do you want to do this?"

"I haven't even seen you much."

Hearing this, the young girl's eyes flickered, her expression became complicated, and she spoke softly.

"Without you, we wouldn't be alive today."

Qu Yunliu sighed and stopped talking, just hoping that he could die soon.

After a long time, the pursuers did not appear, and the five young men dug a simple and vulnerable trench.

Those young men placed Qu Yunliu in a trench, but fearing that he would be cold, they surrounded him and used their bodies to keep him warm.

Qu Yunliu felt a little uncomfortable in the crowd. He hadn't been in such close contact with others for a long time.

The last time I saw such a scene was when I joined the Blue Mountain stronghold and huddled together with the original group of people to keep warm.

Qu Yunliu was in a state of panic, and the scene of that year seemed to reappear before his eyes. He remembered that he was the youngest and was also arranged in the middle position.

He remembered that at that time, someone was telling some very dirty jokes, which made everyone laugh.

In a trance, a hint of sadness flashed across Qu Yunliu's eyes. Perhaps his death was approaching. At this moment, he actually felt a little nostalgic for those people he had killed with his own hands.

During the silence, a young man surrounding Qu Yunliu suddenly asked Qu Yunliu with some curiosity.

"Master Chief, have you ever seen a motorcycle?"

Hearing this, Qu Yunliu was startled and turned around to look, only to see that the other young men seemed to have forgotten that they were running for their lives and were looking at him with curiosity.

Under normal circumstances, Qu Yunliu would not answer such a question, but tonight, after seeing these young people die one after another, his thoughts changed inadvertently.

"I saw motorcycles before when I went out to look for supplies. They were very cool."

The young boy's eyes were full of longing. Qu Yunliu looked at the boy's childish appearance and was a little dazed. It seemed that he was about the same age as the child when the doomsday happened.

Qu Yun revealed a weak smile, narrowed his eyes slightly, and recalled the scenery before the end of the world.

This was perhaps the first time he recalled the civilization before the end of the world after eating the pink petals.

"Of course I have. Before the apocalypse, motorcycles were everywhere."

“And there’s a lot of motorcycle racing.”

Hearing this, the five young men looked at Qu Yunliu with longing eyes, as if he were a god.

"Before the end of the world... it was great."

“I really want to live in that time.”

One of the girls pursed her lips and said confidently.

"As long as the leader can survive, sooner or later, this world will be able to return to its pre-apocalyptic state."

Hearing this, Qu Yunliu shook his head and chuckled. When he was about to say something, he found that the other four young men nodded in belief.

In an instant, Qu Yunliu's heart skipped a beat, his pupils dilated slightly, and he finally understood something.

These young people regarded him as the sun and hope, but the funny thing was that Qu Yunliu never thought about making this stronghold better and better.

He was just a despicable usurper and traitor who only hoped that his name would be remembered forever after his death.

He has always cared only about the outcome, not the process, so he chose to betray and kill those people who were like his brother with his own hands.

Suddenly, Qu Yunliu seemed to age rapidly. The light in his eyes faded and was filled with despair. He put his hands up to cover his face, but saw the group of people he had killed that year appear in front of him one by one.

Their clothes were tattered and their bodies were covered in blood, but their eyes were clean and pure. They stood on the trench, looking down at Qu Yunliu and asked softly.

"Did we die a worthy death?"