There are seven solar street lights on the central island, which illuminate the square area located among various simple buildings. They are the only light sources on the island.
Many outsiders pointed at these street lights, looking envious as if they had never seen the world.
The men of the Niu Lanxi organization were set up in this area, and the stalls of the outside survivors were also arranged here.
During the day, most of the aboriginal stalls were for drinks and food, but now it is different. Food seeds, vegetable seedlings, various tools - and even a small amount of thermal weapons and explosives are all listed.
The aboriginal man, who was almost 80 years old, tremblingly took out a double-barreled shotgun, glanced with satisfaction at the foreign survivors who were surrounded by people on the inner and outer floors, and said in extremely non-standard Mandarin,
"Come on, you idiot, don't you have any rifling? Hold your hands and pick them. The ghosts and gods from 15 meters away will be able to hit the zombie's head and smash it into a rotten watermelon~"
"I bored it out bit by bit myself, and it has 20 rounds of primer!"
"I'm getting older. When I was young, I could figure out a bunch of idiots in a month and a half. Now, I have to squint my eyes and dig for three to five days to find a clue!"
"Nothing else. Guan Bao Kang made it. You see, this solid porcelain can be used as a mallet to hit someone. This gun butt is made of gnarled mahogany wood. It absorbs sweat even if it is lucky!"
A group of survivors really didn't expect that this dark and stylish double-barreled shotgun was actually made by the uncle's hands. They were simply shocked.
"Uncle, what do you want to change?"
"There are only 20 bullets. Once the bullets are gone, they will be useless."
"Is the prayer for reading?"
"Your uncle will always be your uncle, so awesome!"
The old man waved his hand,
"I spent months trying to get this short one, which is about half an cubit long. I can hide it somewhere on my body. If a zombie accidentally jumps on the ground one day, I can just dig it out and hit it." The biang was just a blow, and there was a big hole everywhere it hit my chest and head..."
"Hey, that's how it works. Who can use it when there's no disaster at ordinary times? Don't worry about a few primers. It's not a loss if you can save a life at a critical moment."
"The old man's skills are not as good as before, and they are even worse than those you have. I recommend that you hit the trolls up to 15 meters. After 20 meters, you can't even beat the chicken to death..."
"Young man, don't think that you can do it with a gun. A gun alone can't hit a target. Zombies... do you call them walking zombies or living zombies? In short, those things are not afraid of death. They rush towards you in the blink of an eye. Come up, I don't have time for you to take aim slowly, it's important to practice more skills when you have time."
"It's too far off topic. The old man won't bully you either. I'll tell you all about the good and the bad. I just want to give it to my eldest grandson in exchange for some delicious food and some food rations for us, but I don't want the coins."
Don’t want coins?
Not much surprise for a group of survivors...
In this case, ready-made food is indeed the hardest currency.
This is not to say that grain seeds are not valuable, they are still valuable, but their growth cycle and the water reserves they need to consume are really beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Moreover, in the past, hail was the most common, but now stones often fall from the sky. How much can be recovered after planting in the ground can only be determined by God's will.
After a moment's hesitation, someone immediately made a bid:
"A bag of Wudeli wheat core powder, not damp at all, 50 pounds unopened, uncle, do you think it's okay?"
"Two bags of noodles, a big rooster, and a big hen that can only lay eggs!"
"You're laughing so hard, don't be embarrassed," another guy said, "One and a half bags of rice, plus 4 live rabbits, two males and two females, you get three or four litters a year, you don't have to worry about eating meat!"
"Rabbits and chickens are indeed good things. Killing them to eat is simply a luxury. But brothers, you are a bit unethical. How can you say that you raise chickens and rabbits at this time? Who can't count?"
"Two bags of rice, plus a half-large dried wild boar, 90 kilograms!"
"Holding grass, two bags of rice and one pig, just for 20 bullets? Are you crazy? Have you never seen a gun?"
The old man was moved.
90 pounds of air-dried wild boar meat doesn't taste very good, but it can provide them with meat for several months or even a year. It's a perfect time for their growing grandson...
Among the crowd, Zang Wei opened his mouth and said,
"A basket of big pancakes, a fat sheep, and a pair of high-end reading glasses for you."
The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.
"make a deal!!"
His tone was full of impatience and excitement.
A group of survivors looked at each other, then suddenly realized.
"Good guy, I stole the chicken..."
"Sister, you can do it!"
"Hey, why didn't I think of this..."
"Think of a hammer. Do you have any flower glasses?"
The old man took Zang Wei's hand enthusiastically and blushed, but still asked: "Girl, that mirror..."
Zang Wei and the old man walked aside.
"Let someone bring it to you. With a mirror, how many bullets can you make in a day?"
The old man thought for a while,
"Girl, I do have some materials. I can fry some clay and gunpowder, but the power will be smaller than this, and it will be very slow to make a good bullet. After all, there is no grinding tool, so I have to grind it little by little with a file. In this way, the old man Try your best, whatever you can make before you leave, it will be considered as a gift from the old man."
"That's not necessary..."
Before Zang Wei finished speaking, he heard a burst of noise coming from over there.
"What the fuck are you holding the grass for, a heavily armored walking corpse??"
"So this thing can also be turned into a servant of fate? It's so cool..."
"The point is not whether it can be harvested as a servant of destiny, but how do they kill it, right? I have encountered that thing once before. Two gringos' AKs emptied a few bullets, and it didn't do anything..."
"That's outrageous!"
It was a ferocious zombie in bone armor, two meters tall and walking upwards. Its footsteps were as heavy as a giant drum beating in people's hearts, and its eyes with a hint of green looked down at the surrounding crowd indifferently...
Coincidentally, its eyes met Zang Wei's.
At that moment, all the hairs on Zang Wei's body stood up, and the strong trembling feeling almost gave her the urge to run away.
Someone yelled,
"Wipe, look!"
A larger beast figure jumped to the island from the shadows outside the central island.
"ah..."
The survivors were in an uproar.
Violent and majestic, it actually gives people the illusion of a mysterious ancient ferocious beast that came out of legends.
The most important thing is that there is a woman sitting sideways on the back of this beast...
Perhaps she was the source of the survivors' exclamations.
The interweaving of light and darkness is extremely rendering, and this vivid picture of beauty and the beast seems to be the most perfect interpretation of violent aesthetics.
Seeing the woman's chest outlined by dim light and shadow, which was completely free of shadows and still uniquely exaggerated, Zang Wei couldn't help but frown, and for some reason this sentence suddenly flashed through his mind:
"He can take his place!"
