"I just said something is wrong here..."
According to two people, living people in this small town called Zhining are much more dangerous than living corpses. They use bloody reality to vividly explain what is meant by the doomsday world. The biggest enemy of mankind is mankind itself.
The New Concept Will-O-Wisp Youth League was originally just a few local gangsters who were used to lawlessness. They got tattoos, took drugs, fought, and committed petty crimes. The most outrageous thing they did was riding their beloved motorcycles on the streets in the dead of night. .
But after the disaster, their original small group of just a few people quickly expanded to dozens or hundreds of people. They started by shopping in supermarkets for zero yuan and smashing stores and banks, and now they form groups to sweep the streets for fun by playing tricks on zombies and trapping survivors. , whether they are survivors or zombies, for them it is just fun when they are bored, and their behavior is very crazy.
"Tsk~"
Lao Wang twisted his mouth, human nature cannot be speculated on.
The thin man said anxiously,
"Did you come from outside? Has rescue arrived? How is it outside? What is going on?"
Lao Wang and Li Cang looked at each other.
"What do you mean?"
The thin man was also stunned.
"what do you mean?"
Li Cang coughed,
"Prayer interface..."
"Are you talking about this?"
The thin man raised his arm, and a yellow illusory coin appeared:
【Qian Ming】
[Unowned: Only by discovering and capturing an empty island that has no owner or the subordinate is an alienated life form or a life-like creature can it be converted into a subordinate]
【Prayer】
【Sacrifice】
There are no "cutscenes" that are bound to appear every time you open it, and there are no forums.
Lao Wang opened his mouth in shock.
"I...wipe..."
"Is there any problem?" Qian Ming said, "Everyone has this thing on their arm since the disaster happened."
Lao Wang whispered to Li Cang,
"Teacher Cang, you can't offer sacrifices or pray with a prayer coin in this state, right?"
Li Cang nodded,
"Yes, it's like leaving an empty island or a small state."
It's just like the bugs in some badass games in the Novice Village. There are no wild monsters, no resources, no NPCs, and no task guides. The surrounding maps cannot be lit up, and even the regional chat and world channels cannot be opened.
"To have something in common is to have nothing? That's why we are those who don't belong?" Lao Wang guessed, "But why are the forum and the opening remarks missing?"
Li Cang suddenly said,
"The forum did not appear in its initial state."
"First sacrifice?"
"right!"
Li Cang probably understood why. He summoned the prayer interface and entered the entry:
"Reveal 0.1 destiny coins."
The thin emerald light mist surged and condensed into the tip of the fate coin in Li Cang's hand.
Sector, exactly one tenth.
Coins are private property and can be transformed from numbers on the panel to physical status at any time, regardless of whether the slave is on his or her own floating island, without any additional cost.
Li Cang signaled to Qian Ming,
"Take it."
Qian Ming reached out and took it, and the only four prompts turned into five.
Ten minutes later, Qian Ming raised his head from the prayer interface.
"This, this, this, these are all true?"
"We also hope it's fake."
Lao Wang muttered,
"Teacher Cang, I once thought you were the unluckiest guy I know..."
The things in the forum had a huge impact on Qian Ming and Fat Auntie. After they finished reading the 0.1 coin, they were sweating and exhausted and hugged each other for warmth.
Qian Ming was also muttering in a low voice,
"It's gone, there's no rescue, there's nothing, even the fucking earth is gone..."
To a certain extent, Lao Wang and Li Cang are relatively indifferent to certain aspects of their emotions, and they are very self-aware. Their words of comfort are likely to be the same as "Your husband didn't come home last night. Don't worry about everything going well." If you think about it, it’s not necessarily cheating or maybe you’re dead.” This has a similar effect.
So, just pretend you didn’t see it.
He bumped Li Cang with his elbow.
"Were you also like this in the first few days?"
Li Cang said,
"Not at all. The Jianweixiaoshi tablets will make me brave enough to win the three armies."
"so?"
"All I could think about at the time was crawling to the island next to me and gnawing a bunch of grass roots with a pale face~"
"..."
Qian Ming rubbed his face several times, his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.
"So you are all from outside? Just..."
He couldn't describe what he wanted to say for a moment, so he made a gesture of holding the steering wheel.
"Yes, we drove here." Lao Wang said.
Qian Ming choked.
"No, I mean, island, Kongdao..."
Li Cang said,
"We both have our own floating island, and we come here to scavenge resources."
After thinking about it, Li Cang added,
"Everything you have experienced before was only better than us. According to you, the Will-O-Wisp Youth League and thousands of zombies took turns to serve this small town. In the end, there were still a thousand survivors. At least in terms of survival rate, you It’s definitely way ahead.”
"I..." Qian Ming smiled bitterly, "So, as long as we find a floating island, we can become slaves and use the prayer and sacrifice functions normally?"
Li Cang said that he and Lao Wang are standing here properly, which is a living example.
The topic stopped here.
After parting ways with Qian Ming and Fat Auntie, Lao Wang's thinking entered a very philosophical perspective.
"Teacher Cang, tell me, when a disaster occurs, is it better to be on a giant floating island like this, or to be like us?"
Li Cang carefully searched for the agricultural supplies store according to the route given by Qian Ming, and said casually,
"At least you're alive and well and you even have time to waste your brain cells thinking about nonsense like this."
Lao Wang was speechless.
The situation of this super giant floating island is very special. There are too many living people and corpses, but for those who can survive until now, this island can even be called their "comfort" in a sense. Circle", allowing them to escape from the giant floating island and switch to another completely different and unknown way of survival is indeed a big step.
"Teacher Cang..."
"If you fart, hurry up."
"Qian Ming just said that the Ghost Fire Youth League occupies a commercial building as their home. What floor is that building on?"
"17."
"Teacher Cang, I think we may have been tricked."
"?"
The two turned around a narrow street intersection, and facing their direction, there stood a commercial building that was incompatible with the warm and nostalgic overall style of the small town.
No more, no less, just 17 floors.
Lao Wang counted it twice, even though he looked like a mentally retarded person.
In fact, there is no need to count...
All windows on the 1st to 5th floors are sealed from the inside. A circular "dyke" is built around the building with sandbags, masonry, rubble and other debris, and there is even a thick barbed wire stretched over it.
On the outer ring of the embankment, heavy-duty dump semi-trailers of the kind Li Cang was looking for, as well as heavy machinery such as excavators and bulldozers, were parked end to end, forming a ring next to the embankment.
The side compartments of the semi-trailer were all opened, and the gratings were placed on the dam. There were still fragments of earth, rock and rubble remaining in the compartments.
Who would think this is normal?
