I sell Coke in the doomsday

In my memory, that disgusting cerebral palsy god seemed to be everywhere. As long as I called her, she would appear in front of me with a playful look on her face and say some harsh words to me.

But not today.

Nothing happened, no annoying cerebral palsy god, and nothing weird happened.

I frowned, feeling a little weird. It seemed like I hadn't seen the Goddess of Cerebral Palsy for a while. Was there something wrong with her?

After a moment, I couldn't help but laugh at myself. Who am I to treat a capricious thing like God as something that can come at my command?

In desperation, I sat down against a white stone wall and looked up at the night sky.

Tonight's moon is hiding behind a thin cloud, so the light tonight is very poor.

I want to wait until the moon emerges from the thin clouds, until the moonlight falls and illuminates my way forward.

This is undoubtedly a very stupid idea, but it is the only solution I can think of.

Waiting, a long wait, I don’t know how long I have been waiting, I just feel so stupid.

After a long time, a ray of moonlight shone from the clouds and fell on the earth. I was refreshed and just wanted to get up.

But at this moment, in the moonlight, I saw a scene that made me shiver.

Under the silvery moonlight, my shadow fell among the white gravel in front of me, and at the same time, behind my shadow, several shadows fell at my feet, surrounding me.

That was... a shadow that looked like a human.

Chapter 134: Tan (I)

The moonlight stretched my shadow very long, making it look a little weird, and the shadows that stopped at my feet looked even weirder.

The corners of my mouth twitched slightly. I looked at the shadow on the ground, my body became a little stiff, and I dared not move.

Seven. I counted carefully. There were seven shadows on the ground. No matter how I thought about it, that appearance could only be that of a human being.

Should I turn back? I hesitated, just like when I was a kid, walking in a dark alley, not daring to look back.

This is the ruins of a city, there shouldn't be humans here, so could it be zombies?

No, zombies at night will not be so quiet. On the contrary, they will make a lot of noise and make a lot of trouble.

Just as I was hesitating, I saw one of the shadows suddenly move.

In a flash, I turned around abruptly, but at that moment, a black shadow swooped over to me and knocked me to the ground like a savage black bear, causing me to roll several times.

My head ached and I subconsciously raised my fist and punched the black shadow that pounced on me.

Bang! With a dull sound, the tattered flesh and blood fell directly on my face, but the shadow did not make a sound of pain, but held my hands tightly, and even added a little more strength.

After rolling over, I focused my eyes and looked towards the dark figure that was hugging my body. However, what I saw was skin as pale as snow and green roots wrapped around the entire face.

It's a zombie! I can't mistake the zombie's sickly pale skin and cold body.

The punch I just threw happened to smash half of the zombie's head, but apart from the blood and flesh splattered everywhere, his broken head was filled with pink flowers.

While I was stunned, a strong wind blew. I looked up and saw a black iron rod being swung by another zombie and hitting me hard on the head.

Boom! With a loud bang, the iron rod hit me hard on the head. My eyes went dark and my vision suddenly became blurred.

"damn it!"

I shouted a curse word loudly, and suddenly exerted force with my arms to open the zombie's arms. Without caring about anything else, I rolled on the spot, then quickly stood up and backed away.

Those zombies probably didn't anticipate my explosive power, so they were a beat slower and couldn't catch up.

I touched the wound on my forehead and staggered backwards, trying to see the zombies opposite clearly, but my vision was very blurry.

Damn it! The heavy blow just now must have injured my eyes. No matter how fast they can heal themselves, it still takes time. During this time, I have to use my blind vision to deal with the zombies in front of me.

Twelve seconds. This is the time I estimated for myself to recover.

I stood firm, squinted my eyes, and tried hard to see the person opposite me clearly, but I only saw seven blurry shadows.

Amid the blurry shadows, I clenched my fists, breathing slightly, and my entire face felt an intense burning pain.

I remember, I remember that the zombie's blood fell on my face. Is the blood of these guys corrosive?

Also, do zombies really have the concept of blood?

The burning pain lingered, irritating my nerves and enveloping my sanity in a ball of flames.

"call……"

As I exhaled, the blurry shadows suddenly moved forward. I took a deep breath, took a step forward, swung my right arm horizontally, and punched one of the shadows.

BANG! My fist landed on a hard object, I think it was my head, and at the same time, an iron rod hit me hard in the face.

My body instantly tilted to one side, but I didn't dare to breathe. I stepped back, clenched my aching right fist, and blocked in front of me. In the severe pain, I couldn't help thinking.

Why, why does this always have to happen to me? Why does it have to be me?

There are countless people who are more decisive, smarter, and more qualified than me. Why do you have to torture me?

I quickly lowered my head, twisted my waist, exerted force on my right leg, and kicked out in a spinning kick, successfully hitting a phantom, but I was also injured in return and was hit by the iron rod.

It was a chaotic fight, and I was throwing my fists around like a drunk, sometimes hitting my target and sometimes not.

However, those iron rods, fists and feet never missed and all of them hit me.

After a moment, my vision returned a little, but damn, I felt a sharp object piercing the sole of my shoe and piercing into the center of my foot.

The shadows in my eyes finally became clearer, but at the same time, I was kicked hard in the chest, and my body flew backwards and fell among the rubble on the ground.

It hurt so fucking much, I quickly stood up, my vision finally became clear, and I finally saw what I was fighting with.

Under the moonlight, I looked at those seven creatures that looked neither human nor ghost. It was hard to call them zombies.

Green vines were entwined on the sickly white skin of the seven zombies, with their roots penetrating deep into their flesh. In the sockets of their right eyes, there was no eye, but a pink flower instead.

It's so weird, like a monster in the legend.

Among those seven monsters, some of them must have been hit by my punches before, and their bodies were already in tatters. The most conspicuous one was the one with only half a head left, with the roots of his brain exposed.

You know, a zombie will die if it only has half a head left, but from the force of the fight just now, the strength of these guys was obviously abnormal.

Ever since my body was strengthened, I haven't received such a painful punch.

I wiped the sweat from my face, looked at those monsters that were neither human nor ghost, and sighed.

"What kind of monsters are you?"

This was just my self-talk. I never expected these ghosts to be able to answer any questions. However, just as I finished speaking, one of the zombies actually raised its head and made a sound like sand and stone rubbing against each other.

"We...are...Tan."

Hearing this strange yet clear voice, my body immediately turned cold and a layer of cold sweat appeared on my back.

It would be a very strange thing if a creature that we know as being unable to speak suddenly answered your mumbling one day.

And now, this weird and creepy thing is happening right before my eyes.

Before I could think carefully, the zombie who answered the question clenched his fists, strode over, and spoke.

"you."

"Kill the enemy..."

My eyes focused and I stepped forward, not having time to think too much. I just wanted to kill these monsters first.

The pitch-black iron rod whizzed past my hair. After taking a few punches, I protected my eyes with one hand and quickly reached into someone's eye socket with the other hand and grabbed the pink flower.

The moment I touched it, the pink flower shrank back quickly as if it had consciousness. I quickly squeezed it and then exerted force with my arm and pulled it out suddenly.

Puff! With an unpleasant sound, I pulled the pink flower out of the zombie's eye socket. The long green rhizome was more than one meter long.

And at the moment the pink flower left the body, the zombie froze, fell to the ground, and never stood up again.

I looked at the pink flower in my hand, and an almost instinctive feeling of disgust came over me, and I quickly threw it aside.

However, just after I did this, a zombie pounced towards me and seemed to tie me up.

But I went straight forward, with my arms wide open, and then suddenly landed in one place, hitting the zombie's head with incredible precision.

Under the huge force, the monster's head exploded immediately. Among the scattered rotten flesh, I grabbed the roots of the pink flower with one hand and pulled it out forcefully again.

Now that I know the weaknesses of these monsters, I don't have to do anything unnecessary.

Among the pieces of meat, a leg broke through with a sound of wind. I took advantage of the situation to hold down that leg and stepped on the knee joint with all my strength.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the leg immediately bent into a terrifying shape. I stepped forward, and my right hand, like a nail, instantly pierced through the zombie's eye socket and grabbed the root of the pink flower.

This was not a difficult battle. The way these zombies attacked was extremely clumsy, like novices in fighting. The only thing I could show off in these ten years was probably my experience in fighting others.

This disgusting battle did not last long. Ten minutes later, I was the only one left on the field, along with a pile of rotten flesh.

Chapter 135 Tan (II)

After the battle, I stood between the seven corpses, holding a long green vine, breathing slightly.

This battle came too suddenly and was too strange. The impact almost made me forget the purpose of coming here.

"Pooh."

I spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, my face was covered with bruises. Although the fighting style of these seven zombies was a bit clumsy, their strength was truly terrifying.

If my body hadn't been strengthened by that cerebral palsy god, this battle would have been much more difficult.

However, I don’t feel the joy of victory now. Instead, I feel a chill all over my body and shudder.

When I was a child, one winter, I went to a frozen lake to play with some friends. However, while playing, I stepped on the ice and broke through, and fell into the cold lake water.

At that time, the cold lake water pierced into my pores like thousands of tiny needles, constantly spinning. My eyes were gray and I couldn't see anything. I just felt my body slowly sinking.

At this moment, looking at the pink flowers on the ground, I seemed to have fallen into the cold lake again, slowly falling down.

I felt like I was suffocating, my breathing became heavy, and my eyes began to sting.

The gambling game mentioned by that cerebral palsy god doesn't seem fair to me.

I tried to calm myself down and adjust my breathing. I squatted down in the moonlight, picked up a corpse and took a closer look.

I saw that the zombie whose skull I had cut open had a head that looked like a scarecrow, stuffed with green roots. It looked extremely disgusting.

I picked up the green rhizome and squinted my eyes slightly. It was obvious that the pink flower did not give these zombies intelligence, but instead occupied and controlled them directly as a body.

But, are these pink flowers conscious?

No, I don’t think so. Rather than saying that these pink flowers are conscious, it is better to say that these pink flowers hidden in the zombies’ brains are more like antennas that receive commands.

I guess there is something that can control the occupied bodies through these pink flowers. These bodies can be zombies, animals, and of course humans.

Thinking of this, my eyes lit up and I figured out a lot of things.

I have seen the source of these pink flowers, even more than once, but the pink flowers at that time did not seem to have the ability to directly control the parasitic body.

Although it is hard to admit it, these pink flowers are indeed evolving at an incredible speed.

I have seen countless pink flowers in this city, but today is the first time I have seen parasitic zombies. I guess the process of pink flowers controlling the body is not a quick process.

So...if humans come into contact with these pink flowers, will the pink flowers that parasitize in their brains affect their thinking and cause their temperament to change drastically?

"Tan."

I whispered this word. This was the self-proclaimed name of the zombies that were just controlled. Does this word have any special meaning?

"Tan means clouds under the sun, which means a cloudy day."

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded behind me. I trembled, but for some reason I felt relieved and turned to look.

This is the voice of the God of Cerebral Palsy. I am very familiar with it. This guy finally came out.

The moment I turned around, my pupils shrank. I stared at the scene in front of me, stunned and speechless.

Under the cold moonlight, the God of Cerebral Palsy stood behind me barefoot, his red pupils filled with fatigue and weakness.

I never thought that the God of Cerebral Palsy looked like a god at all, but she looked more like a human being than ever before.

Fragility, helplessness, and loneliness that can no longer be concealed.

What happened to her?

I lowered my eyebrows slightly, exhaled lightly, and asked her as I did before.

"You look a little strange."