I sell Coke in the doomsday

Without thinking any more, I swung the hammer and smashed it hard on the bricks and stones on the ground. With one hit, the bricks and stones on the ground shook and some cracks appeared.

My idea was correct. This hammer can indeed be used to clear a piece of land, but it consumes too much energy.

I hammered a brick three times before it was completely broken. I tried again and continued hammering for another ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, I was out of breath and felt some back pain, which was a bit embarrassing. I had always thought that I had good physical strength, but now it seems that my waist is not very strong.

Relying on my immortal body, I never thought about fitness even in this end times. Now it seems that even if it is for farming, I have to put fitness on the agenda.

Just when I let go of the hammer, Tongtong reached out curiously, grasped the handle of the hammer, and then imitated me, raising the hammer high above her head.

I sat on the ground nearby, gasping for breath and watching Tongtong's actions with amusement. With her thin arms and legs, it was good enough for her to lift the hammer. Could she really smash the bricks with one hammer?

Boom! ! ! !

As Tongtong swung the hammer, dust and sand rose up on the ground. Amid the loud noise, I saw four bricks on the ground shattered in an instant.

At the same time, along with the bricks, the wooden handle of the hammer was shattered. At that moment, my brain, like the hammer, was completely disconnected.

Chapter 11 Corpse God Cult

As the dust filled the air, I looked at the broken bricks on the ground, and my thoughts instantly became a mess.

Hammer, brick, super zombie...

Wait a minute, I need to organize my thoughts first, otherwise when my weedy brain starts to act up, I don’t know where my thoughts will drift to.

First of all, zombies don’t have any special bonuses. Their strength and movement speed are no different from those of humans, otherwise those human strongholds would have been destroyed by zombies long ago.

Therefore, Tongtong's current behavior is definitely wrong, very wrong.

Secondly, the hammer I worked so hard to find was broken, but fortunately only the wooden handle was broken, so I could use the wooden handle of the shovel that I broke a few days ago to perfectly replace it.

Finally, what was wrong with my blood? Why could Tongtong, who drank my blood, smash several rotating blocks with one hammer, while I, the original body, could only smash one stone brick with three hammers?

What, when they are together they are a pile of shit, and when they are apart they are a sky full of stars?

I once again felt God's malice. If all this was really caused by my blood, wouldn't I become something like Tang Seng?

If the remaining humans knew about this, I would definitely be treated like a ginseng doll, with my flesh cut off and my blood taken, and my whole body would be filled with treasures.

When I thought of this, my heart moved, and then I sighed helplessly, and some bad memories came up like a tide.

I hate all religions, I can even say I hate them.

And this is not without reason. In these last days, the flower of civilization withered and human society quickly degenerated back into an era of barbarism.

But religion, like a maggot, has spread and grown in this barren land, spreading throughout the world.

Sure enough, civilization and religion, these two, when one rises, the other disappears.

This old city is my hometown, but when the doomsday broke out, I was not here, but in a city far away from here.

When the zombie apocalypse first broke out, I fled to the mountains with the remaining humans and established a stronghold together. There, I lived a very stable life.

Then, everything gradually changed. With the complete collapse of human civilization, guns flowed out in large quantities, and the rulers of the strongholds suddenly became tough.

However, their toughness is not directed towards zombies, but towards their own kind.

Barbaric religions also took root at this time. As early as in ancient times, people knew that religion was an excellent tool to rule the people.

Those religions that emerged at the end of the world tacitly combined Norse mythology and the characteristics of various religions.

For example, those religions would have legends similar to the Nordic Valhalla, inducing already desperate people to be loyal to the rulers and to accept death in battle.

At the same time, for ordinary people, the doctrine advises people to be patient and believe that all suffering is arranged by God.

The rulers’ way of preaching is very traditional, so traditional that it is impossible to resist.

To put it simply, people who do not believe in religion will be killed.

Sometimes, I also admire those stronghold leaders. They obviously understand that we who have experienced civilized society obviously cannot have any trust in the so-called religion.

Their target is the next generation, those young children who have experienced sudden changes. After these ten years, those children have grown up and have firm faith in those religions and are extremely devout.

However, the religion I have experienced is also a complete outlier among these religions.

Because the god they worship is me.

Yes, after my undead nature was exposed, I was deified in a very tragic way.

I remember clearly that they nailed me to a tree, ate my flesh and drank my blood.

They were not stupid, it was just that not everyone had antibodies to the zombie virus at that time. Simply going out to search for supplies would risk bringing the zombie virus back to their base.

So, they chose a safe method, which is to eat my flesh and blood. I am an immortal body created by God, and my flesh and blood are inexhaustible no matter how much they take.

Don't ask about prions, because my flesh and blood is alive, not dead, and because of that damn wish, my flesh and blood is extremely healthy and harmless.

Those people used my flesh and blood to get through the difficult winter, perhaps to alleviate their guilt, or perhaps to give me psychological hints.

They began to create a religion based on me, the Cult of the Corpse God.

The teachings of ordinary religions are spoken to the general public, but the teachings of the Corpse God Cult are spoken to me.

They told me again and again that my contribution was great, and that every piece of my flesh, every bone, and every drop of my blood was fuel for the survival of mankind.

Every time I think of this, I feel a little angry that someone would actually perform PUA on me.

Also, who would have thought that this would be the case for the first time I was subjected to PUA.

What is this? Workplace PUA or religious PUA?

Later, late one night, I finally escaped from that hellish place and wandered around various human settlements.

Then, it became a vicious cycle. My immortal nature was exposed, but by then the rule of religion had basically taken shape. I was not regarded as a god, but as a heretic and evil demon.

Well, my immortality should surprise those stronghold leaders.

Such unscientific immortality is enough to prove that this world is unscientific and indirectly promotes religion.

It’s a simple, crude way of argumentation, but I have no intention of refutation.

After all, the so-called end of the world is just a random move by God.

As a very famous scientist said back then, he firmly believed that there was a creator who created this universe.

Of course, the creator he mentioned is not a god in the religious sense, but something like the first mover. The so-called creator is just a more romantic term.

However, it was this kind of speech that was maliciously intercepted by religious figures at the time and used to promote their own gods.

Honestly, every time I was pinned to the stake, I wanted to tell them.

You can nail me, but don't take off my clothes. I need to wear them when I escape at night.

So, I ran and walked all the way back to my hometown. Then, having given up on humans, I stayed away from those strongholds and lived in the city with the zombies.

Those people said that all suffering was arranged by God.

But apparently, the gods had other plans for me.

However, this arrangement probably does not have much goodwill.

Among so many religions, only the first one, the Corpse God Cult, terrifies me the most. They are not stupid. Instead, they try to use their doctrines and the so-called greater self to imprison me forever.

Over the years, the Corpse Cult has been my nightmare, and it will probably continue to be so.

My thoughts drifted further and further away, and my brain was so full of weeds that I didn't realize that I still had important things to do.

Just as I was thinking about it, Tongtong gave up the broken wooden handle, and directly grasped the head of the hammer with her pale hands, and smashed it directly on the bricks on the ground like cracking a walnut.

When I came to my senses, Tongtong had almost demolished the entire community square.

Chapter 12 Farming

Tongtong almost dismantled all the bricks in the square. The bricks were as brittle as tofu in her hands.

When I came to my senses, I looked at the bare ground and felt a little dazed. With such work efficiency, Tongtong was simply born for farming.

After smashing the bricks, Tongtong seemed to have nothing to do. She stood quietly beside me and threw the hammer in her hand at her feet.

I touched Tongtong's head with my hand, and praised her as if I were coaxing a child.

"Well done."

Then, I looked at the hard ground in front of me and fell into deep thought again.

Now that we have the land, the next step should be to make the soil loose. According to my memory, the correct process should be to turn the land over thoroughly, which is called plowing.

I don't have a plowshare, and even if I had one, I don't have an ox to plow the fields. Fortunately, I have collected a hoe and a pickaxe, and although they are stained with human blood, it does not affect their use.

To be honest, when I thought of the cows plowing the fields, I subconsciously looked at Tongtong, then I shook my head and gave up that inhumane idea.

What a pity! If Tongtong were uglier, I would be able to let her work as a plowing ox without any psychological burden.

I went to the basement and took out the hoe and pickaxe that I had collected for a long time. After hesitating for a long time between the two, I chose the hoe.

A hoe can bring out a large piece of dirt, while a pickaxe might be better for hitting harder things.

With prejudice, I threw the pickaxe aside, took a deep breath, gripped the hoe tightly with both hands, and smashed it down hard.

The soil of the stone bricks was very hard. When the hoe was swung down, it could only bring up a shallow layer of soil. The soil was yellowish and did not look very nutritious.

Since we were turning the soil, this shallow layer definitely wouldn't work. I aimed at the same spot and hammered it more than a dozen times, but still failed to hammer the soil to the ideal depth.

This is an extremely time-consuming project, but I just have this much time left.

This time, Tongtong didn't make any move. She just squatted aside with some curiosity, and her little head moved up and down with the hoe in my hand.

The weather is nice today, the sun is shining and there are no clouds in the sky. The warm sunshine shines on my body, feeling gentle.

My waist still hurts and my arms are getting heavier, but as sweat starts to seep out of my head, I gradually feel a sense of satisfaction in my heart.

Alive, I am still alive, I haven't gone crazy, nor have I turned into a zombie, I am still alive and well.

A life with goals does make people feel more tired, but this tiredness and sleepiness actually makes me feel a little bit that I am still alive.

Surprisingly, I didn't have any random thoughts or any seizures. I just stared at the soil under my feet, waving the hoe and watching the soil flying.

Perhaps, it is because we have not had close contact with the earth for too long in this steel jungle. In the myth, we were molded out of the mud.

Sweat was pouring down my face and I didn't know how long I had been working. The dryness in my throat forced me to stop.

I looked around, stretched out my hand, and Coke appeared in my hand. I unscrewed the bottle cap and swallowed it greedily.

Amidst the busyness, the Coke in my hand seems to have returned to its former delicious taste, and the refreshing taste makes me feel a little refreshed.

Looking back, I had successfully turned over a small piece of land.

Well, it’s enough, enough for planting potatoes. After all, I only have one potato. Even if I cut it in a cross, I can only plant four nests of potatoes at most.

The depth of the turned soil is still not enough. I guess I will have to turn it over a few more times.

There were a few sporadic gunshots in the distance. Some zombies moved upon hearing the sounds and quickly ran towards the place where the gunshots were heard as fast as rabbits.

Tongtong seemed to move a little. She looked in the direction where the gunshot came from, then looked at me, as if she was undecided between two temptations.

I put down the hoe, feeling tired like a dog, and slumped down on the bench, reaching out for the shotgun I had placed in advance.

I'm a terrible shooter, so I hope those people don't come to my side. If a conflict occurs between us, I'll probably get hit by a lot of bullets.

Moreover, I turned my head and looked at Tongtong. She seemed to have made a decision. She did not follow the tide of zombies, but sat next to me very obediently.

After I washed her carefully, her fair and clean face and neat clothes showed up. From a distance, she didn't look like a zombie, but just an ordinary beautiful girl.

Therefore, if some bandits who came to the city to plunder were a little blind, they might mistake Tongtong for a female human who could be abducted.

This is a very bad idea, because Tongtong is a zombie and she eats people.

But at this time, I was already terminally ill and just wanted someone to accompany me. I subconsciously ignored the fact that Tongtong was a zombie, and instead treated her as an ordinary stupid girl.

I didn't realize this problem. I lay comfortably on the bench, listening to the gunshots getting farther and farther away, and my mood suddenly improved a lot.

Looking at the well-behaved Tongtong beside me, I didn't know what was going on in my mind, and I started telling her some very tasteless dirty jokes.

"One day, Sun Wukong went to the South China Sea to find Guanyin Bodhisattva and ask."

"Bodhisattva, who is greater, the Buddha or the Jade Emperor?"

"The Bodhisattva got angry and pointed at Sun Wukong and cursed."

"What else do you know, monkey?!"

"Hahahahahaha."