Even without cheats, we must survive the apocalypse

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When Zong Zhiming woke up again, he found that he had left the river. The sky was a little dark, and he was lying on the shore, feeling muddy and damp behind him.

He sat up slowly and realized that he was on a very small island in the middle of the river.

"...I am lucky to have drifted here?" Zong Zhiming was about to sigh at his good luck when he heard a voice coming from behind him.

"I woke up earlier than expected."

Zong Zhiming was shocked. After escaping death, he completely lost his vigilance and did not even notice that there were other people on the island in the middle of the river.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man in his twenties sitting on a raised rock on the island. He was a handsome man, wearing clean casual clothes and standing tall. He looked like a handsome male model who should appear on the cover of a fashion magazine.

Zong Zhiming's heart inexplicably tightened, and he seemed to see some indescribable terrifying existence in a trance. He subconsciously fell backwards and almost fell into the icy river again.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong? Do I look scary?" The young man smiled and looked at Zong Zhiming's embarrassed appearance, but did not stand up from the stone.

"No... nothing." Zong Zhiming thought it was just an illusion. He shuddered as he was soaked all over. "Sorry, I must be... a little too sensitive. After all, you know, this is a hell of a world now."

"You're right. This is the world after all," the young man also sighed, and then said, "Uncle, you are very lucky. If you weren't lucky enough to be picked up by us, you would really have to feed the fish."

"Did you save me? Really, thank you very much." Being called 'uncle' by this young man made Zong Zhiming a little uncomfortable, because he felt that his actual age should not be much older than this young man. But compared with him, he had not taken good care of himself for several months and looked like a sloppy middle-aged beggar.

Zong Zhiming suddenly realized that the young man used the word "we", which meant that he was not alone.

"All I did was pull you out of the river and bring you to the shore. You're lucky. You don't need to thank me. Besides," the young man paused and looked Zong Zhiming up and down, "the probability of meeting a living person these days is really low. I just happen to have something I can ask you for help with."

Zong Zhiming looked at the man. Although he didn't know what kind of help the other party needed, he probably didn't have the power to refuse.

"Of course no problem, as long as I can do it."

"Very good, let me introduce myself, my name is Chu Xiao." The young man stood up from the stone and extended his hand to Zong Zhiming.

After realizing that this was a "handshake", Zong Zhiming quickly wiped the mud off his hands with his wet clothes and carefully shook the other person's hand: "My name is Zong Zhiming."

"Then I will call you Mr. Zong."

Zong Zhiming could feel that although the young man in front of him spoke in a calm and polite tone, he naturally exuded the majesty of a superior.

"Mr. Zong just woke up, so you can rest and adjust yourself on the island first." The young man pointed behind him, where there was a sleeping bag, clean clothes, and food. "I've checked the island, and there's nothing else. Mr. Zong, you can rest here for a night, and we'll discuss the specific cooperation matters tomorrow."

After saying this, Chu Xiao jumped onto the small boat on the shore and left the palm-sized island in the middle of the river. Looking in the direction the other party had left, Zong Zhiming saw that, a little further away on the river, an extremely luxurious yacht was quietly anchored on the water, like a palace on the water.

"Did I... meet some important person..." Zong Zhiming murmured.

Chapter 9: Important Task

Death is like a lamp going out.

No matter what, the woman is now just a corpse that is difficult to bury.

In fact, Jiang Tongjun didn't care about the woman's life, or how difficult her life was. There were so many injustices and despicable things in this world, and no matter what others did, they were not as important as a hair on his body.

But when he really saw such a terrible act before his eyes, the halberd in his hand could not wait to drink the blood of the evil cultivator.

"Master Jiang, do you want to try it too?"

The evil cultivator stopped what he was doing upon hearing that, turned around and stared at him, his scarlet eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light.

Hearing this, Jiang Tongjun looked up at him. The evil cultivator was covered in filthy things that might be blood or wine, and was emitting a strong odor. The whole room was filled with the unpleasant smell. Jiang Tongjun was actually not bothered by the bloody smell. He was a brave general who led troops in battle and had seen a lot of it.

But everything in this room disgusted him extremely, especially the evil cultivator. In his eyes, that inhuman beast seemed to be covered with an extremely evil, cold and ugly aura.

"This beauty tastes very good, very tight and delicious... Hehe, I like to share. If you are interested, Lord Jiang, please try it too."

The evil man licked his lips, his eyes filled with greed and drooling.

Jiang Tongjun frowned, veins on his face, he took two steps back in disgust, thought for a while and then said reluctantly: "No need, Jiang doesn't have this habit."

The evil cultivator just sneered and ignored him.

He was not a fool, and of course he could see that the commander holding the halberd was very dissatisfied with him, but he just wanted to continue to stimulate this guy's bottom line... because the extremely masculine and fierce military aura of Commander Jiang also made him not want to get close.

If he didn't have an important mission, he would be happy to drink this guy's blood.

"Brother Xie Li, I wonder how you are doing with the things you want to do in Zhaotian City?"

Mo Tongshi brushed his official robe, sat on a throne, poured himself a cup of tea slowly, and asked casually.

But he still looked at it carefully and found that there didn't seem to be any fragments of internal organs in the tea... so he drank it with confidence.

The man called "Xie Li" laughed and said, "Don't worry, I will go to the Burial Bone Mountain in the southwest tomorrow to set up the last part of the formation, and then I can go back and report."

"When the time comes, it doesn't matter what your Nanling King wants to do with this formation."

"Just remember that this is the power provided by my Xiexin Sect."

His tone was relaxed, as if he was sure of victory.

But in Mo Tongshi's pair of deep black eyes, there was a gleam of light flowing, showing that he was not really resting on his laurels. Only he himself knew what kind of turbulent waves were contained in those eyes.

"Then I wish Brother Xie Li all the best."

Mo Tongshi raised the teacup and saluted him from a distance, then drank it all with his head tilted back. His expression was normal, as if the words just spoken did not come from his mouth.

"Haha, Mo Tongshi is really straightforward!"

Xie Li laughed loudly and took another sip of the bloody wine mixed with broken pieces of internal organs. "Alright, I know you two are very unhappy with my coming here, but I am a member of the Evil Heart Sect, so of course my cultivation method is different from yours. I hope you can tolerate me."

"This government is aware of this."

Mo Tongshi nodded.

Jiang Tongjun said nothing, but his fingers gripping the halberd handle tightened.

"In that case, I will take my leave now."

"I also hope that Brother Xie Li won't make too much noise. The laws in my Zhaotian City are strict. If anyone acts recklessly, it will be difficult for the two of us to explain ourselves."

Mo Tongshi stood up, smelled the fishy smell coming from Xie Li, frowned slightly, then clasped his fists at him and turned to leave. Jiang Tongjun's eyes were sharper, but Xie Li was not afraid of him at all. He grinned provocatively, and they fought in this invisible way. In the end, Jiang Tongjun withdrew his gaze.

After the two men left the room, that originally handsome face was instantly distorted. A hideous and strange smile hung on the corners of his mouth, and his narrow eyes narrowed into a slit.

"What a pity, I can't taste your blood..."

"But there may be opportunities later. I'm not an impatient person."

He looked at the female corpse lying under the low couch, thought for a moment, took the wine jar, and sat on the couch, as if he was going to drink it with the wine.

Lu Mu silently withdrew his psychic vision.

There is no need to read the following stuff.

There's nothing interesting about watching animals eat.

"Sir, how should we deal with that evil cultivator?"

Jiang Tongjun and Mo Tongshi walked side by side, their footsteps were clear in the silent courtyard: "I really can't stand that guy."

"Don't touch him."

Mo Tongshi shook his head. "After all, he is working for His Highness. Killing him will only bring punishment upon His Highness. Besides, the Xiexin Sect is very powerful and should not be provoked."

"So we just let that guy walk away?"

"He really deserves to die." Mo Tongshi agreed, "But the most important thing now is His Highness. Sometimes, in order to accomplish something, you always have to unite with some people who were originally enemies... Although evil cultivators are disgusting, those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters and don't care about so many things."

"But..." Commander Jiang's eyes were fierce and fierce, but Commander Mo was right. King Nanling had approached the Xiexin Sect and asked for an alliance. They could not object to this decision.

To oppose is to betray King Nanling.

Both of them have average talents, and King Nanling has put in a lot of effort to get them to their current positions, and they are willing to work for him in return.

He sighed and finally decided to endure it for the time being.

With their anger suppressed, the two most powerful men in Zhaotian City left the courtyard.

And the other side.

Lu Mu and Gu Yunxi walked out of the darkness.

Gu Yunxi lifted the curtain of her bamboo hat, revealing her elegant face. She stared at the dimly lit room and spoke slowly, "Tomorrow is the day he dies."

"You look unhappy."

Lu Mu glanced at her profile, and his naturally raised eyes revealed a chill. Lu Mu had no doubt that if the defense of the Tongshi Palace was not so strict, she would definitely take action directly.

It is certainly not a wise move to take action here. Although it is not difficult to get rid of this evil cultivator, and even killing the commander of Zhaotian City and the army together is not a problem, but doing so will only alert the enemy. By then, King Nanling will certainly be on high alert, and it will not be so easy to catch this evil cultivator.

Moreover... Gu Yunxi's target is not just this evil cultivator, the one she wants to kill is King Nan Ling.

Hearing Lu Mu's question, Gu Yunxi paused and hummed softly, "Unhappy..."

Her voice was weak, but not tired or confused.

But Gu Yunxi is not an impatient person, she is willing to wait.

The two of them left the courtyard silently and walked out of the Tongshi Palace without attracting anyone's attention, and they sneaked safely into the night.

Chapter 10: Breakfast

The next day, early in the morning.

Gu Yunxi woke up, looked at the light coming in from the window, lifted the curtain, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and tidied her appearance in front of the bronze mirror.

She didn't know how she fell asleep last night.

There were too many murderous intentions in her mind, and she seemed to be constantly thinking about how to kill that evil cultivator. In the end, she, a cultivator at the Pigong realm, felt fatigued and just lay down.

When she came out of the inner room, she found that Lu Mu was not there.

The two of them only booked a private room in this restaurant. Of course, the inner room with the bed undoubtedly belonged to her alone. Lu Mu stayed in the outer room. Naturally, she didn't care whether Lu Mu had a bed to sleep on or not, as he might not sleep on it.

Gu Yunxi put on her bamboo hat, walked out of the room, and stood in the corridor on the second floor. There were already quite a few guests enjoying food and drinks in the lobby below, and it was a bit noisy. All the noises combined together made people feel their eardrums swollen and painful.

Her appearance did not attract any attention.

Gu Yunxi's figure was not slim and she was a little short. Although the royal blue brocade skirt with flowers she wore was a good-looking piece of clothing that was not expensive, it did not necessarily attract many people to look at her. She also wore a veil and a hat that covered her face tightly. Ordinary people who saw her knew that she was a female cultivator who did not want to be too conspicuous and would not pay any attention to her.

There are no rich young men in this restaurant who like to smell the wild flowers.

But her mood inexplicably became extremely good. With a faint smile on her lips, she looked up and looked around, and finally saw Lu Mu wearing a mask by the window in the lobby.

She walked over and Lu Mu saw her, so he turned over the teacup on the table and poured her a cup.

"Drink this. I specially gave it to this store to make."

Lu Mu watched Gu Yunxi sit down, lifted the curtain under her hat, and removed her veil.

"Is this the tea given by the Bailing Merchant Alliance?"

Gu Yunxi smelled the familiar tea fragrance, she picked up the tea and took a sip.

"Yeah, it has a refreshing effect."

He snapped his fingers, and the waiter beside him seemed to have been paying attention to the situation at their table for a long time. He came over with a flattering smile on his face, "What do you want, sirs?"

"Give us some breakfast, something light."

After Lu Mu finished speaking, he took out two or three spirit stones. The waiter was overjoyed when he saw it, and immediately nodded and agreed to leave.

Lu Mu handed the teapot to Gu Yunxi: "Drink it while it's hot."

"Thank you." Gu Yunxi took a few sips. The aroma of the tea that soothed her throat made her feel refreshed, and she couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Lu Mu stared at her for a while, and suddenly asked, "Did you sleep well?"

Gu Yunxi was stunned.

After a long while, she sighed softly, "Not bad..." She looked up at Lu Mu, "Why didn't you call me?"

"Because I can't go into the inner room. You set that. So I don't know if you fell asleep."

"……All right."