The rules of the Zombie Challenge are very simple and the threshold for registration is also very low.
As long as the challenger is not an evolver, anyone else can sign up regardless of their skill level. If you complete all the level challenges, you can get the final reward!
This time the Zombie Colosseum opened, there were six challengers, four of whom were ordinary survivors who took the initiative to participate in the Zombie Challenge. The reason was that they were really desperate and could only choose to fight while they still had physical strength. It’s time to give it a try.
The most important thing is that everyone who participates in the challenge can have a full meal in the Zombie Colosseum. Even if they can eat a dozen or twenty steamed buns in one meal, the Zombie Colosseum will not be stingy. .
Many people also see this and think that they would rather die than be a full-blooded ghost, so there will always be desperate survivors coming to participate. They come early before the start of the challenge or come one day in advance to eat a lot. Two full meals, eaten until I couldn't take a single bite.
The members of the Blood Hall have long been accustomed to these guys who come in with the idea of sending their own lives to have a feast. In order to have a steady stream of people come to participate in the challenge of the Zombie Colosseum, the Blood Hall has never been stingy.
Of course, these steamed buns are just one-third of low-quality white flour, mixed with two-thirds of cornmeal, and some wild vegetable leaves are also included.
But even in the eyes of those survivors who are going crazy with hunger, it is also extremely delicious. For a long time, some people will be strangled to death. When encountering this, the Zombie Colosseum can only admit that it is bad luck.
Among the four challengers who took the initiative this time, three of them were middle-aged men who were in a trance, and the other was a dark and thin young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with fleshless cheeks and sunken eye sockets.
"Hey! How many steamed buns can you eat? The challenge will begin soon!"
An hour before the opening of the Zombie Colosseum, a member of the Blood Hall came to the underground area early and stood at the door of the room where four participants in the Zombie Challenge were detained. He looked at the four people inside with a look of disdain and asked road.
"Twenty!!!"
Immediately, a middle-aged man rushed to the gate and said impatiently. His eyes were red with the desire for food, and he looked like a hungry ghost crawling out of hell.
"Twenty? You really want to die!"
Even if your belly is full, you can’t eat twenty! Those are not white flour steamed buns, they are corn flour buns!
You losers, I warn you, don’t waste food before you die! I can give you at most ten steamed buns per person! Give you some more water! "
The young man in the Blood Hall seemed not to be surprised. After all, the starving ghost was even more exaggerated than the one who said he wanted to eat twenty steamed buns. The last time he saw it, that Shabi actually said he wanted to eat fifty. ! ! !
The results of it……
I choked to death after eating only seven steamed buns...
If it is a soft steamed bun made of pure white flour, it is not impossible for a hungry person to eat more than ten or twenty buns. However, what they serve is corn buns that are two-thirds made of corn flour. They are very solid and can be eaten. Seven or eight people are already a big eater, so if you say twenty people, just listen to it like a joke.
"Ten is fine! Ten is fine!"
Three men who looked like hungry wolves squeezed their faces into the gaps in the fence gate, stretched out a hand and said with wild eyes.
"I know you starving ghosts have no self-awareness, so asking is in vain!"
The young man rolled his eyes and turned around to leave.
"Wait a moment!"
A cold and firm voice called out to the young man who had just turned around.
The young man stopped, turned his head and frowned impatiently:
"What's the matter? You're trying to push your limits!"
"Can I trouble you with something?"
Only then did the young man see that the one speaking was the young man with deep-set eyes who had been in the corner from beginning to end. He had not spoken just now.
"What's the matter with you?"
The young man with deep-set eyes ignored the gaze directed at him and said calmly:
"I can eat ten steamed buns, but... I want to trouble you to take these steamed buns out to my sister. She is outside, five years old, with two braids and a broken red dress. Mian, there is a seventy-year-old old lady beside me, I don’t want to eat it, I want to give it to them!”
"Forehead......"
The young man from the Blood Hall was slightly stunned. He had heard various requests. This was the first time for him to receive such a request. Because he was of similar age, the young man from the Blood Hall rolled his eyes and hesitated. Said after a moment.
"Then have you ever thought about...what will they do after you die? How many days can ten steamed buns last them?"
After a slight pause, the young man from the Blood Hall continued:
"I can risk scolding and let you out! You are different from these starving ghosts!"
Dull.....
After a moment of silence, the young man with sunken eyes at the gate of the fence showed a wry smile.
"Thank you for your kindness. I know my situation...I...I may not have a few days to live. There is only so much I can do before I die..."
The young man from the Blood Hall was slightly startled, then nodded and agreed:
"Okay! This isn't too difficult. I'll just run for you!"
After the young man finished speaking, he turned and left...
About ten minutes later, the young man from the Blood Hall came back again, holding a metal tray full of steamed buns in his hand.
"Food! Food! Give it to me! Give it to me!"
Arriving in front of the fence gate, the three men couldn't wait to hold out their dirty palms and growled lowly from their mouths.
"Take your dirty hands back! Take them back!"
The young man didn't know when a small wooden stick appeared in his hand, and he slapped it on the outstretched arms.
After the three people retracted their arms in fear, the young man began to throw the cornmeal buns into the room one by one through the gap in the fence door.
The three demon-like men knelt on the ground and began to grab the steamed buns rolling on the ground. They didn't care about the feces and urine on the ground. They picked them up and stuffed them into their mouths eagerly.
Thirty steamed buns were quickly thrown into the room by the young man. The young man knocked on the iron fence with a wooden stick and whispered:
"Ten per person! Don't rob!"
As he spoke, the young man kicked another bucket of water to the fence gate to prevent these starving ghosts from choking to death again without knowing restraint.
From the beginning to the end, the young man with the sunken eyes was standing in the corner, not even looking at the buns on the ground.
Dang Dang Dang...
The young man from the Blood Hall knocked on the fence door with a wooden stick and said:
"Huh? You!
The one who asked me to deliver steamed buns..."
The young man with sunken eyes turned his head when he heard the sound and looked this way.
The young man from the Blood Hall first let out a helpless sigh, and then raised the tray in his hand to signal.
There were four steamed buns on the metal tray, and there was even a pack of pickled mustard beside the steamed buns.
Seeing the indifferent young man with deep-set eyes, the young man from Blood Hall rolled his eyes helplessly and said:
"I'm talking about you! Although I don't know why you want to die!
But... I admire your courage. You are different from these three guys. They are all eager trash who can sell their sons, daughters, and wives!
Even if you hit the road...you can't just be a starving ghost!
I have already delivered the steamed buns to the old lady and the little girl, twenty of them, too many for me to explain..."
Hearing what the young man from the Blood Hall said, the expression of the young man with deep-set eyes moved slightly.
"Thank you!"
The young man with sunken eyes bowed deeply and thanked him sincerely.
The young man from the Blood Hall waved his hand indifferently:
"It's a small thing. Anyway, these steamed buns are made more often. Oh, by the way...your sister gave them to you!"
As he spoke, the young man from the Blood Hall took something out of his pocket and loosened his grip. In the palm of his hand was a bear hairpin with all the rhinestones gone.
The young man with deep-set eyes took the hairpin with trembling hands, tears shining in his eyes...
This is something that my sister has always regarded as a treasure...
Cough cough cough...
The young man suddenly covered his mouth with his hands and began to cough violently. Some black and sticky blood slowly flowed down the young man's fingers...
At this time, the young man from the Blood Hall sighed softly. Everything was pretty much as he expected. The abnormal sunken eye sockets were not just caused by hunger. Being sick in the apocalypse and unable to be treated in time would be a terminal illness and the only way out would be death. !
