How many things?
You have to do the same for hundreds or thousands of pieces! !
No matter what happens, Bai Ting has to agree, because the consequences are absolutely unimaginable to her.
"A lot of people died this time."
"It should be easier for you to exploit those refugees."
Yang Feng had no psychological burden at all, his eyes were full of indifference, and life seemed to be just a number in his eyes.
"One pack of instant noodles a day, they should be able to accept it..."
Bai Ting trembled, hesitated for two seconds, and her eyes flashed with a more sinister light: "And with so many people dead, more food can be saved."
Yang Feng frowned.
Saving food was not his goal, but just part of the plan.
"Human life is worthless."
"Those who hide in their rooms and tremble, just dare to be a coward, eating and waiting to die... have no value whatsoever."
Yang Feng glanced outside the passage.
The corridor of the apartment is very long, with more than a dozen rooms lined up, and many worthless cowards are hiding there.
Bai Ting smiled apologetically beside her. She was about to say something, but was interrupted by Yang Feng again.
"Human life is valuable too."
"Those who dare to fight and kill, muster up the courage to face monsters, and fight tooth and nail in the apocalypse... are of great value."
Yang Feng sighed again, his eyes flashing sharply, as if he was planning some bigger plan.
"I want to make a deal."
The corner of Yang Feng's mouth raised slightly, and he took out a sarcoma-like object, which looked like a small heart. It was still warm in the palm of his hand.
"This is??"
Bai Ting's eyes widened. The small sarcoma looked a little disgusting, but there was faint fluorescent material flowing inside, which was mysterious and profound.
"Corpse tumor."
"This is the lowest form of cadaver tumor."
"It peels out of the dead center of the carrion's head."
Yang Feng's smile became a little more evil, and he continued: "I need these little sarcomas, so I am willing to exchange supplies and food."
Corpse tumor.
Bai Ting swallowed and probably understood what Yang Feng meant.
Her eyes were full of fear. If I understood correctly... the refugees need to kill monsters in exchange for more supplies! !
Yang Feng's eyes flickered.
His smile became more ferocious and he continued to explain: "People are very hungry now. One corpse tumor can be exchanged for 10 packs of instant noodles."
“It’s a good deal, right??”
Bai Ting's beautiful eyes widened and her whole body trembled, finally understanding the truth.
"You want the refugees to hunt those monsters??"
Bai Ting finally understood that hoarding and possessing all supplies was not Yang Feng's goal, but obtaining a large number of corpse tumors was his real plan.
This demonic man deliberately reduced the distribution of food and made everyone hungry, just to give them motivation to fight the monsters.
Yang Feng was noncommittal.
He still maintained a cruel and ferocious smile and continued: "There is enough food, steak, pork, chicken legs, red wine, whatever you want!!"
Supplies.
All are consumables.
After all, the speed at which a person can collect corpse tumors is limited.
Therefore, he would use his advantage to collect as many corpse tumors as possible, so that all the refugees in the whole building would become consumables for looting the corpse tumors.
certainly.
Yang Feng didn't want to establish power, let alone become a tycoon. That would be too troublesome and far less comfortable than being a lone wolf, but it was still possible to keep some slaves in captivity and fight for the corpse tumors for himself.
In his expectation, none of the survivors in the entire apartment might survive.
My neighbors stock up on food, and I stock up on my neighbors.
What Yang Feng wants is not just the food of his neighbors, but also their blood, their flesh, their bones, their lives...
Eat and wipe clean.
shed every last drop of blood.
All donated to the dark gold artifact level Ghost Face.
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4th floor.
People are panicking.
The doors to all rooms are locked for fear of being attacked by monsters.
Knock knock knock.
Sumanman and other refugees were knocking on the door, praying for someone to let them in.
"woo woo woo woo."
"Let me in, please let me in."
"This is my house...it was originally my house...why should I be kicked out..."
"I'm kind enough to take you in, why don't you just let me hide for a little while?"
Sumanman knocked on the door of room 407, crying feebly, tears like big pearls rolled down, and finally fell weakly against the wall.
At this time, her condition became even more miserable.
Not eating for a whole day and night made her face pale and her body look very weak.
There were a few bruises on Sumanman's face, and there were also large patches of swelling on her delicate arms and fair thighs. It was obvious that she had been beaten by someone.
Someone wants to force her?
There were torn marks on Sumanman's clothes, but judging from her appearance, she would rather die than obey, and would rather be beaten than let the other party succeed.
Click.
Yang Feng walked to his room, took out the key and turned the door lock.
When Su Manman saw Yang Feng coming back, his eyes flashed with expectation, and he reluctantly stood up and walked towards this side.
"Yang Feng..."
"can you help me?"
Sumanman bit her lip lightly.
She cried so hard, her face full of grievance and unwillingness, she lowered her head and begged.
"cannot."
Yang Feng decisively rejected her.
"I even helped you."
"You said you had no food, I immediately gave you a self-heating hot pot!!"
Sumanman said even more aggrievedly, recounting the events on the first day of the apocalypse. When he heard that Yang Feng needed help, he immediately gave him some food.
certainly.
Yang Feng didn't really need it, he was just mocking her.
"so what?"
"I think you are quite kind and should not ask for anything in return."
Yang Feng's retort made Su Manman speechless. To be a qualified Holy Mother, one should give without asking for anything in return. It is about selfless dedication.
"Kindness...does it annoy you so much..."
Su Manman's eyes were red. She didn't understand what she had done wrong to make Yang Feng so disgusted and disgusted.
Is kindness wrong? ?
Yang Feng recalled it for a moment, only to feel that a large number of bad memories were attacking him crazily.
Why has he become so cold?
Why did he become so murderous?
Why did he become so cruel?
Once upon a time, Yang Feng was also a kind-hearted young man.
Once upon a time, Yang Feng was also an enthusiastic and cheerful sunny boy.
Once upon a time, Yang Feng was optimistic and helped others in the apocalypse without asking for anything in return.
The results of it?
Betrayal, suspicion, misunderstanding, frame-up, bullying, insult...the unimaginable pain tore apart his self-esteem and shattered his unrealistic illusions.
Mud-covered shoes step on your head, forcing half of your face into the mud.
The brownish-yellow stench and filth poured all over his body. He was humiliated by the strong men in public and was ridiculed by the people.
For a piece of food, for half a bottle of clean water, you have to fight with a vicious dog at the same time, making the strong people laugh.
Yang Feng knelt on the ground begging for mercy, kowtowing and apologizing constantly, defending his brothers and lovers who had been together day and night, trying to take all the blame... but when he looked back, he found that they had already betrayed him and had taken the blame.
shame.
The darkness and distortion of the apocalypse tore apart all his goodness.
He learned to be patient.
He learned to be silent.
He learned to become stronger at all costs.
He learned to enjoy fighting, happily bathing in the rain of blood, and fighting endlessly.
He learned to use the most cruel method to instill fear and despair in his enemies, and then tear them apart.
Pain is also a gift.
Whatever doesn't kill you will make you stronger.
Yang Feng recovered from his daze and looked at Su Manman with a hint of amusement.
"Thank you for helping me."
"So I want to give you a big gift in return."
Yang Feng patted Su Manman on the shoulder, and the aggrieved girl suddenly showed a look of joy, but the next words made her heart fall to the bottom again.
"A lesson."
"I'm going to teach you a lesson, your good intentions don't do any good."
Yang Feng retracted his hand and closed the door coldly, leaving Su Manman standing there in a daze, messy in the wind.
Return to the room.
Yang Feng took out three emerald green corpse tumors.
It’s finally time to reap the rewards, and it’s time to evolve.
