I sell Coke in the doomsday

The skinning process lasted for three hours. The knife was so rubbish that I basically had to rely on my brute force to complete the skinning process.

After I finished skinning the bear, I found that the rain outside the cave had not stopped, but had even gotten heavier. The water on the Gobi Desert had already reached the cave entrance.

But now I have nothing to do, and that feeling of loneliness comes over me again.

I instantly became listless. I stretched out my hands lazily and poked them out of the hole, letting the rain wash away the blood on my hands.

I don't know why, but as I watched the blood on my hands mixing with the rain and flowing down my palms, I suddenly felt that a rainy day might be the best time to destroy the body.

But then I realized that the rain might leave more traces, and in this world, there is no need to destroy the bodies.

After a mess of associations, I looked at the sky that was getting darker and darker, and could only accept the fact that I had to spend the night here.

It looks like it's going to be a tough day.

Chapter 90: Protected Animals on the Tip of the Tongue

I never realized before that I am a person who gets bored so easily.

The heavy rain continued until late at night. I was tired of looking at all the scenery outside the cave. The accumulated water from the heavy rain had gathered into puddles one after another. The unique smell of rain drifted from outside the cave to the depths of the cave.

Under the pitch-black night, the darkness as if of death enveloped the entire earth, and no light source was turned on.

I lay quietly on the peeled bear skin, but it was not as comfortable as I had imagined. On the contrary, it had a slight smell.

Even though it is an endangered protected animal, it obviously does not have the good habit of taking a bath. A strange odor, like the smell of urine, kept lingering in my nose.

I was so tormented by the stench that I had no choice but to throw the bear skin out of the cave and let it be washed away by the heavy rain, hoping to wash away the unbearable stench.

Without the bear skin, there were only me and the huge piece of flesh of the Gobi bear left in the cave.

I was lying in the uneven cave, facing up. Although I tried to open my eyes, I couldn't see the top of the cave at all because there was no light source. There was nothing in my eyes except darkness.

In boredom, a question suddenly occurred to me.

Are you afraid of the dark?

It seems that the fear of darkness is engraved in the bones of most creatures. They are born this way and cannot be escaped.

Especially in such a wilderness, where there is no light at all.

Even if I were immortal, I could not escape this. But compared to fear, I felt more disgust towards the darkness before my eyes.

This kind of ignorant disgust, and the one who gave me this disgust was none other than that extremely irresponsible, willful, cerebral palsy god.

She was like a person who enjoyed torturing me, and she put all her evil tastes on me.

Thinking of this, my disgust towards that cerebral palsy god deepened.

Outside the cave, the rain made a rustling sound, which was a sleep-inducing sound.

With the fear of cerebral palsy, I fell asleep unknowingly in the pleasant sound of rain.

That night, I didn't have any strange dreams. Those sweet dreams and nightmares, which rarely appeared, did not appear and continue to torture me.

The next day, it was dawn.

The sun rises and the sky clears up after the rain.

The special fragrance after the rain wafts in from outside the cave. I sniff it with my nose moving slightly and wake up slowly from my sleep.

The air after the rain was slightly humid, and the moisture on the ground penetrated into my skin during my night's sleep, making my limbs ache.

Today, the sun is shining and the breeze is not too dry, it is a good day to grill bear meat.

I have been coveting the meat of endangered species for a long time. After all, it is almost extinct. If the meat is not delicious, it would not be worthy of its title of endangered species.

After the heavy rain, there was naturally no usable firewood in the Gobi Desert, but this did not pose a problem for me. I walked along the hillside and found a tree as thick as a bowl.

Next, what I have to do is much simpler.

I stood up and started hitting the tree hard. With all my strength, I successfully knocked the tree down after only three hits.

Well, after killing endangered animals, I succeeded in destroying green plants. I am so bad.

I carried the small tree back to the cave, and hung the bear skin that had been washed clean by the heavy rain at the entrance of the cave to dry.

Then, I used brute force to break the small tree in half, and spent half a day turning it into a pile of irregular firewood.

Deep in the cave, there was hay that the bear used to make its nest. It had a strange and unpleasant smell, but fortunately it was dry enough.

After completing the preparations, I placed the firewood at the door and spread the hay on it. At this time, the sun had risen to the middle of the sky.

Summer has just passed and the temperature has not dropped immediately, so it is time for the convex lens to come into play.

I adjusted my position, took the convex lens, and began to focus the sunlight onto the hay on the firewood.

The sunlight passed through the convex lens, focused at one point, and fell on the hay. Not long after, a puff of green smoke came out of the hay. I did not remove the convex lens immediately, but maintained my posture and blew gently at the hay with my mouth.

After persisting for ten minutes, I succeeded... and learned a lesson from failure.

On the second try, I directly removed the hay on the firewood and used the convex lens to burn the firewood directly. Ten minutes later, the firewood was successfully burned to produce sparks. I put down the convex lens, quickly spread the hay on it, and then blew hard at the firewood. Finally, a small flame burned and quickly ignited the hay.

This time it’s finally done, the next task will be much easier.

I took out a knife and carefully cut off the bear's two paws, then washed them with Coca-Cola. Because there was no seasoning, I poured Coke on the bear's paws, pierced the two paws with firewood, and roasted them on the fire.

I have to say, it felt a bit like barbecue, except that the barbecue stalls were selling ordinary beef, mutton and pork, while I was grilling endangered animals that had been in prison for life.

I held the firewood and turned it back and forth on the fire. The flames flickered and roasted the bear's paws. The paws made a sizzling sound and golden oil droplets fell into the flames below. I patiently turned the bear's paws until their color gradually turned a light golden yellow. A unique aroma belonging to endangered animals began to fill the air.

Ah, this is the smell of prison time.

I had been hungry for the whole day, really starving. I was so hungry that I forgot how hot the bear paw was. After removing the bear paw from the fire, I couldn't wait to take a bite. As expected, I got a big burn on my mouth.

"Sigh~"

I sucked in a breath of cold air and gritted my teeth at the bear paw on the firewood. This Gobi bear could be said to have successfully taken revenge. Helplessly, I could only wait for a while, until I was sure that the temperature of the bear paw had dropped. Then I put the paw to my mouth and took a big bite.

The bear paw meat was torn in my mouth, soft and chewy, I could feel the tendons connected, soft and tough, without much fat. It tasted oily but not greasy.

Of course, this may also be because I am really hungry, so everything I eat tastes delicious.

I held the bear paws in my hands and ate them with relish. I ate both paws quickly like a whirlwind. After finishing, I still felt unsatisfied, so I took out the knife, returned to the cave, cut off a few pieces of meat with the knife, and started to roast them again.

For the rest of the day, I repeated the process of taking the meat, cleaning it, grilling it, and then eating it.

After a long time, I was full and satisfied, and I was sitting outside the cave lazily with my bloated stomach, basking in the sun, feeling very comfortable.

The comfort made me forget about this damn world for a while.

Chapter 91: Out of the Gobi Desert

A day of doing nothing and resting helped me regain some energy, so on the third day after leaving the desert, I began to prepare to leave the Gobi Desert.

After a whole day of eating and drinking, there was still a lot of Gobi bear meat left. Although it was a pity, they could only throw it away.

I put all my tools back into my backpack, picked up a straight piece of wood to use as a walking stick, and finally put on the slightly flawed bear skin.

There was still some moisture inside the bear hide, but it was a very practical piece of leather, shielding me from the offending sun that was shining directly down on my head.

The Gobi bear's head was held on my head like a hat, and I stuffed my arms into the arm part of the bear skin as if I were wearing clothes.

From a distance, I might look more like a brown bear walking upright, very cool.

I don't know how big this Gobi Desert is, but looking with my naked eyes, from my feet to the distant horizon, there are only some small earthen slopes, and no other scenery can be seen.

Walking out of the Gobi Desert is destined to be a long and boring task. In order to relieve boredom, I took out the notebook that Song Mingtao gave me.

Song Mingtao is a very serious and meticulous man. He wrote down in detail what he saw and heard during the last ten years in the notes he gave me. There were even illustrations of the scenery along the way. In his notes, the Gobi Desert was not very big. You could almost get out of it after walking 20 miles. After leaving the Gobi Desert, you could see a village.

The notes wrote in detail that the village had been abandoned, but there were still some zombies wandering around in the village and that one had to be careful to avoid them. I turned the page without caring. Zombies posed no threat to me and instead made me feel at ease.

After turning the page, a strange illustration suddenly appeared on the notebook. Song Mingtao used a neat brush to draw a cross on the paper. The strange thing was that there was no Jesus nailed on the cross, but a crying baby. Under Song Mingtao's terrible painting skills, the miserable and helpless appearance of the baby jumped out of the paper, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

I frowned and looked at the baby nailed to the cross in the painting. I couldn't help feeling a little nauseous. I continued to look down and saw that under this weird illustration, Song Mingtao had written three words very forcefully.

Reformed.

I don’t know what kind of emotions Song Mingtao had. Just by looking at these three words, one can feel angry.

I have heard Song Mingtao mention the name Reformed Church several times, but I have never heard him explain it in detail. However, every time he talked about this church, his attitude showed that once the Reformed Church discovered them, Xiaoya would definitely be killed by them.

What kind of cult is this?

With such doubts, I picked up the paper and turned to the next page. After this page, there were two pages filled with dense handwriting.

The Reformed Church is a cult that existed before the end of the world. It has spread the lie of divine punishment and the news that a catastrophe is coming. The only way to save one's life is to join their religion.

They spread doomsday panic to attract followers, and their leader calls himself a god who came to this world to save everyone.

They had been preaching the doomsday catastrophe for more than a decade, and finally encountered this zombie virus. They already had a large number of followers, and although 90% of them died in the zombie virus, those who remained became more fanatical, and they regained a large number of believers in the doomsday by almost relying on their desperate preaching.

The secret headquarters of the Reformed Church was established in Xian'an City before the end of the world, so a large number of believers gathered around it. Therefore, before the other remaining humans had time to set up strongholds, the Reformed Church had already gathered many believers again to suppress dissidents, so that only the Reformed Church's strongholds remained in the entire area.

Crazy, ignorant, and brutal, this is Song Mingtao's evaluation of Reformed Christianity.

According to Song Mingtao's notes, the original leader of the Reformed Church was just a cult leader who wanted to make money, but that leader died in the outbreak of the zombie virus. His successor was a complete religious lunatic, who was extremely stupid but had a talent for inciting others.

That person, named Zhao Yi, is an anti-intellectual lunatic.

He attributed the zombie apocalypse and all the bad things to human civilization. After collecting all the guns nearby, the Reformed Church under him actually destroyed all of them without leaving any.

Yes, he was such a stupid person, but under the religious fanaticism, no one thought he did anything wrong.

Song Mingtao also wrote that the first human baby born by a zombie was discovered by the Reformed Church. Then Zhao Yi called the baby the Son of God and nailed it to the cross.

This is what the Reformed Church does with babies born from zombies: killing.

I don’t know what serious illness Zhao Yi has. It seems that he has a deep resentment towards babies, not only towards babies born by zombies, but also towards ordinary babies.

I looked at the notes in my hand, my brows furrowed more and more. Why in this doomsday, are there only people with mental problems who hold high positions?

Could it be that normal people are destined not to live long in this shitty world?

I took my notes and read as I walked. As I turned the pages, I had a preliminary understanding of the forces near Xian'an City. This area was even more distorted than my side, and had basically been occupied by the forces of that group of religious lunatics.

But fortunately, I don’t need to deal with these people. I just need to find Xian’an City and find a usable jeep from the ruins of the city.

Time is a very mysterious thing. It always slips away from us inadvertently at a speed we cannot catch up with.

Before I knew it, I had already walked out of the Gobi Desert with the notebook in my hand. It took me almost two hours, which was far less than the one hour I had expected.

"Roar!"

While I was still concentrating on looking at the notebook, the roar of zombies suddenly sounded in my ears. I suddenly came to my senses, looked up and forward, only to see a zombie roaring at me with curiosity. His puzzled expression seemed to be asking me, where are you from?

I put down the notes in my hand, nodded gently to the zombie, and spoke softly as if I was facing a normal person.

"Just passing by, leaving soon."

"Uh-huh?"

The zombie tilted its head in confusion, as if it was wondering about my pronunciation, with an expression that said, "Brother, your dialect is so fucking weird."

I didn't continue playing with this zombie. Instead, I moved a few steps to the side, made room, and continued walking forward.

The village in the notes was right in front of me. I walked towards it without hesitation. There must be something there that I could use.

This is the advantage of having nothing, no matter what you pick up, you will be happy.

As I walked towards the village, I observed my surroundings. Just as Song Mingtao wrote in his notes, there were zombies in the village, but their number was very small. I only saw five zombies after I entered the village.

The zombies here are extremely hospitable. Every time they see me, they can't help but stop me, yell at me, and then walk away as if nothing happened.

It seems that they are even more bored than me.

Compared with the urban ruins of the steel jungle, the scenery in the village does not seem dilapidated at all. Wild grass covers the ground, showing a hint of yellow. I don’t know who planted the ivy, but it has climbed over the high wall and is hanging in the corner. A peach tree is planted by the roadside, and a sweet fragrance fills the air.

I stood under the peach tree and gently knocked down a peach with the wooden stick in my hand. I caught the peach before it hit the ground. Unlike the peaches on the fruit stalls in the past, this peach seemed a little small and had a lot of fuzz.

With my brain full of nonsense, I suddenly thought of the online writers of the past who always wrote that a certain female character was like a ripe peach. I looked at the fuzzy peach in my hand and instantly understood something.

Bah, those bastards. So filthy.

Well, I know that the peach is referring to breasts, but that doesn't change the fact that those people are filthy bastards.

I gently squeezed the peach in my hand. The peach was very soft, as if juice would come out if I squeezed it a little harder.

What a nasty peach.

I picked up the peach and took a bite, then continued wandering around the village. The peach was very sweet and juicy, but the fuzz was a bit prickly.

While strolling, I visited all the courtyards that I could enter. There were many flowers growing on the open spaces in those courtyards. They should have been planted by the villagers back then. The flowers are still there, but I don’t know where the people who planted them had gone.