I sell Coke in the doomsday

While I was dealing with Scar, Ajie had already pulled the trigger and killed the remaining six people, turning them into a pool of meat paste.

I raised my eyes, looked around, and finally my gaze fell on the platform. I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

On the high platform, the weak Qu Yunliu was slumped in a chair, without a single injury on his body. The fierce exchange of fire just now hadn't even scratched his skin.

This kind of luck is too weird.

I took a deep breath, grasped the black knife, walked onto the platform, and walked towards Qu Yunliu step by step. The long knife dragged on the ground, making a harsh sound.

Qu Yunliu raised his head slightly, his cloudy eyes slowly looked towards me, and suddenly, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I walked up to Qu Yunliu, squatted down, looked at him calmly, like an old friend, and smiled.

"How do you feel, Chief?"

Qu Yunliu smiled and shook his head. He did not answer my question, but spoke in a low voice like a child's mumbling.

"Actually...I didn't drink a single sip of the Coke you sold me last time."

I was stunned when I heard this, and I didn't know why Qu Yunliu brought up this matter, but Qu Yunliu continued slowly.

"I want to drink it, but I'm afraid and I resist...anything related to civilized society."

I raised my eyebrows, sneered, and replied without hesitation.

"It's not like you have a problem with guns."

When I responded to him, Qu Yunliu showed no anger at all, but just smiled faintly.

"Maybe, I think the most uncivilized thing in this end times is... guns."

As he spoke, Qu Yunliu raised his head, looked into my eyes, and asked very seriously.

"Have you ever died?"

I was stunned for a moment, then lowered my voice and replied with a gloomy expression.

"I have died. Many times."

Upon hearing this, Qu Yunliu smiled a smile that I couldn't understand. He looked at the rapidly healing wound on my face, obviously understanding something, and sighed meaningfully.

"No, you haven't really died once."

"You arrogant fellow."

As he spoke, Qu Yunliu's fingers moved slightly, his eyelids drooped slightly, a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, and his voice suddenly became ethereal.

"Death, it's different from what any of us thought."

"You can feel that your life is slowly slipping away, and you can't stop it. At this time, you will find that..."

A bitter look appeared on Qu Yunliu's face, his cloudy eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he said with a look of frustration.

"You will understand...what exactly do you want?"

"And my own stupidity and arrogance."

Looking at Qu Yunliu in front of me, I was slightly dazed. He now was completely different from the person I remembered.

The Qu Yunliu in my memory is a crazy madman who doesn't care about death and only wants to complete his plan of "creating a god".

What... made him become like this.

I looked at Qu Yunliu in confusion and said with a frown.

"You seem like a changed person."

Qu Yunliu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then spoke in a low voice.

"It's not surprising. It may only take one day to change a person."

"I've seen a lot of people die, and I thought I was used to that feeling and it wouldn't touch me."

"But...but when those young children died for me, I was still touched."

I didn't understand what Qu Yunliu was saying, but the sadness on his face didn't seem fake. I slowly stood up, held the knife in both hands, raised it high, and whispered.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but now...it's time for you to pay your debt."

As I said this, I was about to swing the knife and chop at Qu Yunliu, but at this moment, Qu Yunliu stretched out a hand and said weakly.

"How are you going to take over this entire base with just two of you?"

While Qu Yunliu was speaking, the long sword had already fallen and suddenly stopped at Qu Yunliu's neck. I looked at Qu Yunliu and became a little alert.

"You know I can't let you go."

Qu Yunliu shook his head slightly, without a trace of fear in his eyes. He pointed at himself and smiled bitterly.

"Am I still worthy of living?"

I said it firmly without any hesitation.

"No."

There was no surprise on Qu Yunliu's face. He gladly accepted my answer, nodded slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

"I think so too."

After saying that, Qu Yunliu found strength from somewhere, grabbed my body tremblingly, stood up, and spoke in a low voice while panting.

"I don't ask for a happy life and a good death, but I still have one wish, and I hope you can agree to it."

Qu Yunliu finally stood firm, raised his head and spoke softly.

"There are many dead bodies of young people on the mountain. Please help me bury them properly."

I didn't agree to his request immediately, but asked softly.

"Who are they?"

Hearing this, Qu Yunliu's eyes were dazed. Yes, who are they? Just a bunch of silly kids.

In a trance, Qu Yunliu looked into the distance and spoke slowly.

"They...are my brothers and sisters."

Chapter 76: Relief (Part 2)

I don’t know what happened to Qu Yunliu, but he really seemed like a different person.

Following Qu Yunliu's suggestion, we connected the speakers in the truck to a microphone. I really don't know why Ajie brought this thing with him.

After completing the simple debugging, Ajie and I stood beside Qu Yunliu respectively, like two guards, while the weak Qu Yunliu held the microphone and spoke weakly.

"Everyone, I'm Qu Yunliu."

"Please come out, I have something to say to you all."

Qu Yunliu's voice echoed throughout the entire shield stronghold through the speakers, and after he finished speaking, the residents in the houses in the distance who had been hiding behind the doors and peeking seemed to have gained some courage and walked out of the houses one after another.

The crowd quickly became dense, with men and women, young and old, all standing under the platform with concerned expressions, and everyone's eyes were on Qu Yunliu.

Ajie and I looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

What is hope, what is anticipation? Perhaps Qu Yunliu has already proved this to me in a way that I despise.

Just as Qu Yunliu said, to people outside the Shield Stronghold, he is a complete devil, cruel and ruthless, but to the people in the Shield Stronghold, he is an absolute savior.

Qu Yunliu looked at the eager eyes of the people below the stage and sighed deeply. He held the microphone tightly and spoke slowly.

"Thanks to everyone for your hard work these years."

"We collected supplies and cultivated the fields. We survived many cold winters and went hungry."

“I always thought I was doing well.”

When he said this, Qu Yunliu's eyes flickered, and in a trance, he saw the phantoms of many young people standing in the crowd, covered in blood, but smiling at Zhan Yan.

Qu Yunliu's eyes dimmed slightly, he pinched his chest tightly, and said in a somewhat depressed tone.

“I could have done better.”

Yes, I could have done better. It wasn't so barbaric, and there wasn't such a morbid shield stronghold, just like I wanted to divide it in the beginning.

When did I become so twisted?

Perhaps, it started on the day I ate those pink petals.

"I have good news for you all. I am about to die."

"From now on, the shield stronghold will be managed by the two people beside me."

"Trust me, they'll do better than I can."

Qu Yunliu was somewhat happy when he said this, but the people in the audience had sad faces and tearful eyes.

For those people, they may understand the morbidity of this stronghold. Qu Yunliu is a false hope and a false sun.

But for them, no matter how false this hope was, it did illuminate them, even if it was using the lives of people outside the stronghold as fuel.

As a power transfer ceremony for the shield stronghold, this may be too dull and too smooth. Ajie couldn't help but turn sideways and whispered to Qu Yunliu without avoiding the relationship between the two of us.

"This guy sounds quite sincere. How about... we don't kill him?"

I kept my expression unchanged, facing forward, without any intention of compromising, and said calmly.

"Don't kill him."

"Those who were killed by him will poke you in the spine."

Ajie was startled when he heard this, and I turned my head, looked at him straight, and spoke softly.

"Killing for life is a matter of course."

I don't know what other people think, but I can be sure of what I think.

I want Qu Yunliu to die.

Nothing personal, I just don't want to be a more arrogant asshole.

Have those who have no deep pain and are clamoring to forgive someone ever died? Have they ever experienced the pain of losing friends and relatives?

What I hate most is when someone advises me to be magnanimous. This attitude is even more arrogant than my immortal body.

I will give in when I should.

I won't give up what I shouldn't give up, even if I die.

As my dream taught me, stay angry.

I had no intention of hiding my conversation with Ajie from Qu Yunliu. He was sitting between us, so he naturally heard it clearly.

However, contrary to our expectations, Qu Yunliu did not look disappointed. Instead, he seemed happy. He put down the microphone, turned around, and whispered to me.

"So much the better."

……

Two hours later, the people in the stronghold began to get busy. Qu Yunliu's words were like oracles to them, and they had no objection at all.

Ajie lived in the Shield Stronghold for a long time, so I handed everything over to him. However, we only temporarily took away all the guns in the Shield Stronghold.

Then, Ajie gave the order to release the slaves and deal with the corpses. Everyone in the stronghold began to get busy, while Ajie drove the truck back to the ancient city stronghold.

According to him, the people in the ancient city stronghold are trustworthy, so he plans to bring some people from the ancient city stronghold to maintain order.

I didn't kill Qu Yunliu immediately. Instead, I let him continue to sit on the platform, and I found a chair and sat next to him.

He cannot die before this stronghold is completely taken over. Unlike the short-sighted Liu Yong, Qu Yunliu has great prestige in this stronghold.

Qu Yunliu sat in the chair, his face becoming paler and paler, but he looked very comfortable and had no fear of the impending death.

The people spontaneously prepared hot water and brought it to the platform. Qu Yunliu smiled and poured some hot water into a porcelain bowl. Then he looked at the stronghold in front of him and suddenly said in a low voice.

"There is a lot of food stored in the stronghold, and there is also wood on the mountain. What I left behind is not a dilapidated stronghold."

I didn't refute him, but nodded slightly and spoke softly.

"I admit that you are indeed a very powerful leader, but you are also a complete lunatic."

Qu Yunliu smiled when he heard this, looked down at the bowl of water in his hand, watched the ripples in the bowl, and said in a low voice.

"Before the apocalypse, my favorite movie was Hachiko: A Dog's Story."

"Every time I see that dog, foolishly waiting for its dead owner for so many years, I wonder...how can there be such a wonderful feeling in this world."