I sell Coke in the doomsday

That cerebral palsy girl would never say such things. She would only use a hypocritical expression, pretend to care about me, and say to me, you are very awesome.

Even though I couldn't be sure if the figure in front of me was an illusion, I still answered softly.

"My pleasure."

As soon as I finished speaking, the virtual figure disappeared, and I could finally confirm that this was indeed my illusion.

Look, that damn cerebral palsy god is about to drive me completely crazy.

After the zombies dispersed, the car door opened quickly and Sun Zheng walked out of the car in a panic. After looking at me, he became even more panicked. He reached out his hand to support my body and said with some gratitude and some complexity.

"Thank you."

I didn't say anything, I just threw my severed hand on the side of the road and got into the jeep. After Sun Zheng got in the car, he wanted to bandage my wound, but I refused. Sun Zheng raised his eyebrows and spoke loudly.

"You're crazy. In this day and age, wound infection can lead to death."

I glanced at Sun Zheng and said weakly.

"Have you forgotten? I am immortal."

Hearing this, Sun Zheng came back to his senses, but still spoke with concern.

"Can this kind of injury be healed? This is not just a superficial wound."

I was grimacing in pain, and I didn't have the energy to go on. I just wanted to have a good sleep, so I waved my hand and said.

"Just drive away quickly, nothing will happen."

Hearing this, Sun Zheng sighed, said nothing more, restarted the car, and drove towards his neighborhood.

I leaned back in my seat, feeling more and more tired. I'm always like this. Whenever I'm seriously injured, I'll be very sleepy, and this sleepiness can even overwhelm my pain.

Before I fell completely asleep, I thought of a weird scene with a sense of humor.

It was simple. I was walking on the street, covered in blood, and the zombies were fleeing, shouting.

"Run, run quickly."

"That monster is going to turn us into humans."

Ah, my bad taste, why can't I think of something funny.

Chapter 114 God? (I)

The setting sun dyed the jeep a mixture of black and red as it slowly drove into the community.

I was sitting in the passenger seat when I woke up. My right hand subconsciously reached for my left arm, and as expected, I touched the arm that had grown back, but the sleeve was gone, which looked a little funny.

Sun Zheng stopped the car and hid in the shadow of the tall building. I opened the car door, raised my head, looked at the tall building in front of me, and couldn't help but say.

"I don't want to have to climb those stairs again."

Sun Zheng also walked out of the jeep, but his eyes were fixed on my regenerated arm, and he said with a complicated look.

“It’s breathtaking.”

I touched the arm of my newborn and smiled without saying a word. Yes, the immortal body is the cage that imprisons me. I have thought that without this immortal body, I would have died in the hospital bed long ago. That might be a good ending.

Under the shadows, Sun Zheng put away his key, opened the door, and then spoke to me.

"We already have the car keys. There's no need for us to go to the 18th floor. Let's just find a room on the first floor."

I gently lifted my foot and stepped on the wild grass growing wildly between the bricks, and said indifferently.

"I don't mind, but do you really have nothing you want to take away?"

Sun Zheng smiled upon hearing this, his expression softened, as if he was no longer so conflicted, and chuckled softly.

"I'll consider your suggestion carefully. Good night."

After saying that, Sun Zheng walked into the building first, but I didn't go in immediately. Instead, I found a bench downstairs covered with weeds and sat down tiredly.

It's very quiet here, perfect for a freak like me.

A breeze blew, and the yellow weeds swayed in the wind. I leaned over slightly, picked a relatively drier weed, held it in my mouth, then leaned back on the bench and looked up at the sky.

In the golden sky, the clouds slowly gathered, like a big delicious cake, making people drool.

How is a cake made? Flour, eggs, butter, and it seems an oven is also needed.

"Pooh."

I spat out the grass roots in my mouth, and a fishy smell spread in my mouth. No matter how I imagined, this strange smell could not be transformed into the taste of cake.

By the way, what does the cake taste like?

Sweet, but what else? There should be some other flavor.

With nothing to do, I put my hands behind my head and started to think aimlessly. This was the way I passed the time best before I met Tongtong.

Cake, birthday cake.

Today's children cannot eat anything, they cannot even recognize words, and they don't know that children like them should sit in front of the TV and watch interesting cartoons instead of facing the possibility of death at any moment.

I remembered what that guy Zhao Yi once said, that children are just the product of lust and dirty instincts, so... this world is terrible, please don't come here?

Ah, it’s a bit inexplicably persuasive, but that’s how all fallacies are. When you first see it, you always feel convinced.

It was with such boring associations that I successfully waited until the sunset, the night quietly fell, and the stars slowly appeared.

There was a sudden chill in the air and I sighed. It seemed that this place was no longer suitable for me to continue daydreaming.

I stood up, walked into the building, moved some debris to block the entrance, then found a room at random and kicked the door open.

During this period, I did not see Sun Zheng, and I didn't know where he went to rest, and I didn't think much about it.

This building seems safe at the moment, and the entrance has been blocked by me. There is also a jeep covered in my blood outside the building, so the zombies will probably stay away from it.

I walked into a bedroom on the dusty floor without looking at the furnishings in the room. I just wanted to go to bed early.

Tomorrow, tomorrow.

What a hopeful word! It can hold many unrealistic wishes. Even if tomorrow fails you, you can still look forward to the next tomorrow.

Until there is no tomorrow.

I walked into a bedroom and gently shook out the messy flyers, spreading the dust all over the room.

In the midst of the dust, they seemed to transform into strange yet familiar faces. I seemed to have seen them somewhere, but I just couldn't remember where.

These faces may be my friends, my colleagues, people I hate.

But no matter who they were, I can no longer remember what they looked like or their names.

I lay like a corpse on the dusty bed, with my eyes open, unable to sleep.

There's no particular reason, I just couldn't sleep.

The stars and the moon outside the window are getting brighter and brighter. The cold white light shines through the window and falls on the white walls.

According to the horror story, I should probably see strange shadows on the white wall at this moment.

The shadow should have been baring its fangs and claws, as if it was about to pounce, but when I turned around in panic, I found that there was nothing there.

Then, there will be a heavy breathing sound, falling heavily on my neck from behind.

Like an idiot, I made up a horror movie for myself.

Unfortunately, I'm currently in the middle of a shoddy horror movie.

Suddenly, in the darkness, there was a breath that fell on my neck. I shook my body subconsciously, and then laughed out loud.

Over-imagining can indeed give your senses some wrong information, I'm really making a fuss out of nothing.

Thinking of this, I turned around without hesitation and walked sideways in the direction where the breath just came from.

However, the next moment, a figure was lying quietly beside me, and I almost screamed out loud.

When I was at a loss, the figure gently opened his lips and asked with evil taste like a devil.

"Did it scare you?"

In the dark night, a pure white flower quietly bloomed in my eyes.

I was stunned for a moment, then came to my senses, looked at the figure in surprise, and frowned.

"What are you here for?"

Yes, that figure was the Goddess of Cerebral Palsy, but at this moment, she was a little different from before.

The cerebral palsy god had long hair and his beautiful face was full of pride of a successful prank.

The moonlight was like water, and the silvery-white light sprinkled gently on her body, making me slightly dazed, but she pursed her lips and smiled softly.

"Since you can't sleep, I'm here to tell you a bedtime story."

"So I can put you to sleep."

Hearing this, I lowered my brows, sighed, and said weakly.

"You look different than usual."

Hearing this, the God of Cerebral Palsy blinked slightly and spoke very naturally.

"People have many faces, and I can't have only one face."

I looked at her steadily, my expression returned to calm, and I spoke lightly.

"It's confirmed. You are indeed my illusion."

"That bastard would never be like this."

The corners of the cerebral palsy goddess' mouth twitched, as if she wanted to smile, but she retracted it. She looked at me with a strange light in her eyes.

"Because, I am gradually becoming whole."

As she spoke, she raised the corner of her mouth as if to provoke me, leaned forward and said.

"Whether it's an illusion or not, you can tell by touching it."

Chapter 115 God? (Part 2)

"Whether it's an illusion or not, you can tell by touching it."

It was a very tempting suggestion. Perhaps the night had confused my reason. I couldn't help but lower my head slightly, looking at the slightly exposed white and soft flesh. I felt dazzled, but then I came to my senses, looked away, turned around silently, and turned my back to the guy with a bad taste.

However, when I really turned around, I found that the damn cerebral palsy god appeared in front of me again, with the same posture as before, the same messy long hair, and the familiar smugness.

She seemed somewhat happy, blinking her eyes proudly, and laughing softly with her cherry lips slightly parted.

"Are you afraid?"

I was silent for a moment, becoming increasingly confused about what kind of person this beautiful and strange creature was in front of me.

The cerebral palsy god brought her body closer to me again, so close that I felt suffocated. There was definitely something wrong with this guy tonight. His face was soft, and he didn't seem to be so high up. It was as if he had suddenly fallen from the clouds, so abrupt that it was incomprehensible.

I looked at the guy who had tortured me for ten years, sighed, and said softly.

"What a bad joke."

"In your opinion, we humans are like weeds."

"I don't even know what your true form looks like. Maybe you're some indescribable monster with long tentacles and a big meat ball similar to an octopus."

"I don't even know if you are a god."

When I said this, my eyes fixed and I looked straight at the cerebral palsy god who was so close to me, but she just narrowed her eyes slightly, pursed her lips, and spoke softly.

"So... in your opinion, what does God look like?"

I didn't hesitate with the town, I just looked at her straight and said slowly.

"I've seen him, I've seen him in my dreams, I know what he should look like!"

"He was very tall, but vague. He was deaf and couldn't hear my prayers at that time. He was also dumb and wouldn't respond to me at all."

"He won't appear in my life as often as you do. Watching the life of an ant must be very boring for God."

Upon hearing this, the God of Cerebral Palsy stuck out his tongue in a naughty manner, with the moonlight outside the window reflected in his eyes, and spoke to me softly.

"That's really rare. Normally, you wouldn't talk to me so much."

Before she could finish her words, I gritted my teeth and whispered angrily.