mtlumby2d Chapter 169
Chapter 169
Since when?
When the first world dies on its own?
When the second world takes action to attract lightning to strike the assassin?
In the third world, when you see the ranger being eaten by the winter jasmine? When the road is full of corpses? When you see the mother kneeling down?
Or is it the moment when you sign the contract with the system?
Ni Yangzhou stood there, his face changing from confusion to shock to thinking, and finally just a blank.
Yin Jiazhu watched in silence, leaving the young man standing there.
Ni Yangzhou asked himself, if this small world was the first one he entered, would he be so willing to decide the life and death of more than twenty people?
The answer is obvious.
He always thought that he was a good young man with a good family background who had not changed his original intentions, but he did not realize that every little bit of change in him had already penetrated into his bones.
103 detected the host's emotional fluctuations and secretly said in his mind:
【Host, you are still you. 】
Ni Yangzhou knew, he knew.
Different worlds have different coping methods, and ensuring the safe completion of the mission is of utmost importance. The person in front of you is a normal social role in the small world, and his background is probably related to the country. His moral standards should have been relatively high before he collapsed.
Ni Yangzhou knew, he knew.
The young man closed his eyes fiercely.
But that was also once his own moral standard.
[Host, you are still you. When you complete your mission and return, you will have a new, healthy body. You can then continue your studies, think about your friends, and your mother who is waiting for you.]
[Host, you are you, you are still you. 】
"I know, third brother."
Ni Yangzhou's eyelashes trembled, and some sweat oozed out of his fair face. He looked as if nothing had happened:
"I was careless and impulsive. Brother, what do you think we should do?"
Yin Jiazhu looked at the sweat drops on the other person's forehead and pulled him to a shady place.
"I'll have someone take over first."
Ni Yangzhou did not ask any more questions, guessing that the power of his company group could still be used, and did not want to say anything more. He just turned around and glanced at the yellow-haired man, who immediately lowered his head and followed him.
"Then brother, I'll go take a look ahead."
There were some women outside the yard and in the second yard.
Yin Jiazhu nodded.
Ni Yangzhou struggled to walk back, holding the shotgun in one hand. He seemed to feel it was a bit heavy and quickly retracted it into the space.
Huangmao watched the whole process and tried to strike up a conversation, but was always blocked by Ni Yangzhou's cold eyes.
The women in the yard were still standing. This time, there was one more person who came back: the mother who was kneeling at the entrance of the village, and the only little girl.
No one spoke, no one moved.
Ni Yangzhou stood under the courtyard wall, looking at everyone like puppets, doubts gradually rising in his heart.
"Everyone, go back and rest first."
Ni Yangzhou said something tentatively, and everyone went back to the house without any resistance as if they had received an order. Those who were halfway through cooking outside also went inside.
The young man carried the yellow-haired boy into the house and questioned him for an hour before finally figuring out the whole story.
Before the end of the world, Yingge Village was a typical empty-nest village. Young and middle-aged men went out to work, and those who stayed at home were the elderly and the wives and children who looked after the house. The population was small to begin with, and it was very peaceful on the first two days of the outbreak, until the uncle with Parkinson's woke up in the morning and turned into a zombie.
Some people were bitten, some died, some plants grew, some escaped, and then some people died again.
Most of those who fled were men, who had cars and were the first to flee from the terrible city center. There were also very few women.
Later, the women who escaped disappeared.
Then the old people and children in the village also gradually disappeared.
Without some livestock, there will be no more fish in the river. What will people eat?
Yes, what to eat?
The first group of men who escaped did a screening, and only some women were left. However, the men quarreled among themselves, and were made into meat buns by the second group of escapees. The third group of escapees were well-known gangsters in the province, and they took over the food and the few remaining young and beautiful women.
The fourth group was those who escaped from prison. They looted weapons from somewhere and successfully achieved sustainable development and finally made some income.
In just over a month, the beautiful women have changed four groups of owners, and each group has enjoyed their spoils of victory.
Huangmao came here with something in his hand and finally managed to get close to the leader, all thanks to his ability to flatter people.
He praised Ni Yangzhou as a savior, and foamed at the corners of his mouth, not knowing that the real savior of this world is someone else.
The young man sat at the table, not knowing what to do next.
The world seemed like a huge whirlpool. He tried hard to tell himself not to get lost, but after struggling for a long time, he found that he was already at the bottom of the sea. Countless people were hanging upside down and suffocating silently.
Ni Yangzhou felt a little tired and a little sleepy.
The yellow-haired man's mouth kept chattering, and it looked like a sharp beak that was about to eat people. The young man casually took out a roll of electrical tape from the space and wrapped half of the yellow-haired man's face tightly. But he felt it was not enough, so he tied the man to the pillar of the house, turning him into a human-shaped reflective cocoon.
Ni Yangzhou lay down on the bed. The sheets were clean, probably having just been washed, but there was still some smell of cigarette smoke.
He didn't care about anything else, just closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
It was a familiar dream.
He had just finished playing basketball and walked out of the school gate with the ball. He waited for a while at the red light, and a large truck sped by. He wiped the sweat off his face and walked to the coffee shop across the street. He received a call from his mother. His mother said she would come to see him next week and bring him some dumplings she made by herself, with celery filling, which was his favorite since he was a child.
Ni Yangzhou stopped in front of the bright glass window of the coffee shop. His tall and thin figure was reflected in the window, with a ball on one side and a mobile phone in the other.
The daylight flashed, and he said, "Mom, I don't eat celery."