I sell Coke in the doomsday

I was upset and waved to Sun Zheng perfunctorily and said in a low voice.

"Just drive, and I'll take care of the rest."

Sun Zheng heard this and stopped asking questions. He just held the steering wheel with some fear and looked around, fearing that a zombie would suddenly jump out. And I also started to prepare.

I turned my back, took out a small knife, put it on my wrist, and cut it hard. The next moment, blood gushed out from my wrist. I carefully moved my wrist to the body of the tractor and dripped the blood from my wrist onto the body.

This was an extremely painful process because my wrist recovered so quickly. In less than a minute, it was back to normal. There was no scar left on the incision on my wrist. It was white and soft, just like the skin of a newborn baby.

"What a fucking fuck."

I cursed my immortality under my breath, then with a bitter face, I cut the skin of my wrist with a knife again, and in the next few hours, I will repeat this process.

Chapter 107 Search (Part 2)

Two hours later, the outline of the city was vaguely visible on the distant horizon, with tall buildings standing in the distance, looking dilapidated.

There were more zombies on the road, but it was not a big problem. Although the tractor was a bit slow, it was still much faster than those zombies.

However, Sun Zheng, who was in charge of driving, was extremely panicked. I did not care about exposing anything, so I picked up a knife, cut my wrist, and leaned towards Sun Zheng while cutting the wound on my wrist.

Upon seeing this, Sun Zheng's face immediately changed and he spoke in a panic.

"What are you doing, adding some seasoning to zombies before serving them?"

I held down Sun Zheng's restless body and explained helplessly.

"On the contrary, what I'm doing now is like throwing feces on a feast for the zombies..."

"Uh...something seems wrong."

The corner of my eye twitched. I felt like my brain was getting dumber and dumber. I could actually come up with such a metaphor that sounded like an insult to myself.

On the other side, Sun Zheng seemed to be thinking about something after hearing this. He stopped struggling and asked me somewhat unconfidently.

"You mean to say that to zombies, you're a shit pile?"

Bang! I slapped Sun Zheng on the head in a rage, leaving a bloody handprint, which was a bit funny.

"You are the dung pile!"

Sun Zheng curled his lips in dissatisfaction and muttered softly.

"Tsk, young people nowadays, they deny what they said."

At this time, I changed my mind and directly put the wound on my wrist on Sun Zheng's head, smearing it casually, while speaking slowly.

"I'm not a young man. Maybe I'm about your age."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zheng looked unconvinced, rolled his eyes and said to me.

"Come on, you look like you're in your twenties..."

When Sun Zheng was halfway through his words, he froze in place with his eyes dull. After a moment, he turned his head in surprise, looking at my face and muttering to himself.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong."

"How old are you?"

I didn't care about Sun Zheng's surprise and continued to cut my wrist with the knife, saying nonchalantly.

"Didn't you say I was a young man? Why am I becoming a little unconfident?"

Sun Zheng still looked shocked. He looked at my face, was silent for a moment, and then spoke softly.

"You look like you're only in your twenties, but that doesn't make sense. If you're in your twenties now, then ten years ago..."

"You are just a child of twelve or thirteen, a child..."

"During these ten years, a child cannot survive without becoming a bad person."

Hearing this, my hands froze, my brows drooped, and I smiled bitterly with some helplessness.

"Why can you be so sure?"

"Ten years is not a lifetime. It's not long."

Sun Zheng's expression darkened, but his eyes fell on my rapidly healing wrist, and he sighed.

"Ten years is neither long nor short."

"I always felt that ten years passed in the blink of an eye. Now that I'm twenty, I think back to when I was ten, but it seems like yesterday. But my memory is still a little fuzzy, and I can't remember what I did in the past ten years."

At this point, Sun Zheng gripped the steering wheel tightly, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and spoke softly.

"But these ten years in the last days are longer than the first half of my life."

"Time passes too slowly and too disgustingly."

"I can't even remember what the world was like before the zombie virus."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but fall into silence. These ten years were indeed too long.

Sometimes, when I stand in front of the dilapidated buildings and look at the empty city, I actually feel that this is how it has always been.

It’s as if... I have always been alone, and the world has always been in such a dilapidated state.

The tractor made a loud noise when it was running, which attracted many zombies. However, when the zombies approached the tractor, they ran away with a look of disgust on their faces.

Whenever those excited zombies changed into disgusted symptoms, Sun Zheng, who was sitting in the driver's seat, couldn't help but look at me, his eyes seemed to be saying.

You are such a cesspool.

I shook my wrist and saw that Sun Zheng's head was completely dyed red by my blood. I wiped my wrist and felt a bloodstain but no scar at all.

It was so obvious, I thought there was no way Sun Zheng hadn't noticed it. I wiped the blood off my wrist and asked Sun Zheng with a relaxed look.

"Aren't you afraid that I'm the monster in the Reformed prophecy?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Zheng did not answer my question immediately, but just held the steering wheel and looked forward.

Just when I thought Sun Zheng was going to avoid the question, he suddenly asked me.

"how old are you?"

Hearing this, I was stunned for a moment, then I chuckled and replied.

"Twenty-four years old."

Sun Zheng nodded slightly, and then asked me very naturally.

"How long have you been twenty-four?"

Hearing this, I lowered my brows, pinched my fingers, and lowered my voice.

"About ten years."

"..."

There was another silence. Sun Zheng didn't say anything else, and it seemed as if he didn't hear my answer. He drove the tractor obediently towards the city.

At this moment, the asphalt road leading to the city has already appeared, but after ten years, the road has become a bit bumpy.

It's strange that many things that seem to me to be very durable will quickly become dilapidated once they are no longer touched by human touch.

The huge wheels stuck to the slightly dilapidated asphalt road, crushing the small stones into powder, making a squeaking sound.

Just when the two of us were about to enter the city, Sun Zheng sighed as if he realized something belatedly.

"It's great to be immortal."

I was a little surprised and speechless, looking at Sun Zheng who had a look of emotion on his face, and said.

"Aren't you worried that the Reformed prophecy will come true?"

Hearing this, Sun Zheng sneered, rolled his eyes, and said sarcastically.

"That monster would be like you? That's too cheap."

Tsk, I suspect the reason why Sun Zheng was locked up by Zhao Yi was because of his bad mouth.

On the other side, Sun Zheng continued.

"If the prophecy is true, and you really are a monster that is going to destroy the world, then doesn't that mean the Reformed Church is the true savior?"

"The bad guys are the saviors, and the good guys are the monsters. How can this be justified?"

"If that's the case, then let it be destroyed."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted Sun Zheng's shoulder to emphasize.

"I'm not a pushover. On the contrary, I'm a petty person."

"When I was a kid, the black dog next door growled at me, and I still remember it. And you tell me I'm a pushover?"

Sun Zheng looked back at me and suddenly smiled.

"The good-for-nothing in my mouth."

“It’s a compliment.”

Chapter 108 Lost

Immortality, a word that sounds a bit arrogant no matter how you listen to it, is too suitable for me.

Because I am immortal, no matter what I do, I can be more direct than others. No matter how much goodwill I show, it will always feel like alms, like a wealthy and powerful person giving alms to a poor and destitute person.

I don't see much kindness in them, but I do feel like I'm being looked down upon, so I hate it and have no way of telling others that I'm an immortal.

I may have the arrogance of being immortal, but I don't hate this arrogance.

Because no matter how I say it, I always have my kindness and my persistence, so I don’t hate my arrogance.

Sun Zheng acted very calmly, as if my immortality was not something worthy of attention, but he was obviously much more relaxed and no longer looked at the zombies on the road with worry. It seems that being immortal does have its benefits.

After the tractor drove into the city, the fuel tank began to run low. I looked at the surrounding city ruins, trying to find a car to replace the tractor.

There were indeed quite a few cars around the street, but they were all smashed to pieces, and the cabins and windows showed obvious signs of human damage.

There was a thick layer of dust on the cars, including the damaged parts. It looked like these cars had been in this state for a long time.

Sun Zheng saw my confusion, patted the steering wheel and spoke softly.

"Don't look at it. There are hardly any usable cars in this city."

I frowned slightly and asked Sun Zheng with some confusion.

"Why are you so sure? Did something happen?"

Sun Zheng raised his eyebrows and said calmly.

"There's nothing strange about that. When the zombie virus first broke out, the Reformed Church was spreading."

"That group of people were smashing and looting everywhere, destroying anything they couldn't take away, especially things like cars. Basically everything you can see has been smashed."

I rolled my eyes and felt a little headache. I came to the city just to find a car, and then go back to pick up Song Mingtao and his family and return to the Weidun stronghold.

But now all the cars in this city are useless. Where can I find a car?

I sighed and stroked my face with both hands. Just when I was upset, Sun Zheng smiled carelessly, freed up one hand, patted my shoulder and said.

"Don't worry, I know where to find the car, just leave it to me."

I raised my head, glared at Sun Zheng unhappily, and complained.

"Why don't you say it earlier? Stop breathing so hard when you speak."

Sun Zheng smiled slightly and was about to say something when the tractor suddenly sputtered, made a sharp sound, and then completely stalled.

Faced with this sudden situation, Sun Zheng and I looked at each other in silence. Sun Zheng hurriedly checked some tractors and said in surprise.

"Damn it, this thing still has gas in it."

"Move! Move!"

I jumped off the tractor, put the backpack on my back, and said to Sun Zheng who looked confused.

"Don't think about it. The tractor is broken."

"It's good enough that a tractor from ten years ago can still survive today."

Sun Zheng still didn't give up and carefully checked the tractor. After a moment, he turned his head and asked me very seriously.

“How much water did you put in the tractor?”