Chapter 150: The End of the World

Zhao Yin said that he was not a person who killed people indiscriminately, but Zhao Dehai did not dare to despise him at all.

I won't kill without reason, but that doesn't mean I won't kill unless I make him unhappy.

Of course, what Zhao Dehai didn't know was that Zhao Yin's cruelty was only directed at people weaker than him, but if he encountered a crisis beyond his ability to deal with, he would often run faster than a rabbit.

I ran countless times in my previous life, and I have run many times in this life...

When you are bullied by a strong person, you must bow your head, otherwise you will be wasting your life!

But if he gains power, he should naturally show his majesty!

……

This camp was not very big, but it was filled with about 30,000 to 40,000 people. When they saw Zhao Yin and the others coming, they all watched from afar with caution, their expressions numb.

This group of people includes young and strong people, women, children, the elderly and the young. They are even worse than the beggars before the end of the world.

The men were skinny and the women had sallow complexions. None of them had a complete set of clothes on their bodies, and their hair was like a chicken coop, dirty and smelly.

Along the way, we passed by crooked stone and wooden houses that looked like they were built casually by amateurs. Most of them didn't even have doors, and only had a tattered cloth curtain hung on them.

There were also many tents used by the local residents, all of which were in tatters.

"Zhao Yin, what is this used for? Is it to drive away evil spirits?" Song Xiaodao suddenly pointed to a tent with a feather stuck outside the door.

It looked like it was taken out of a tattered down jacket and dyed with flower petals.

Song Xiaodao had seen a lot of such decorations along the way and was very curious.

Zhao Yin coughed dryly and suddenly didn't know how to give the child an answer. Wu Xuegui, who was standing beside him, blushed when he heard this.

"Why are not you talking?"

Seeing that Zhao Yin didn't answer, Song Xiaodao stretched out his finger and poked him in the waist.

"You'll know later." Zhao Yin said vaguely.

“What can’t be said…!”

Before Song Xiaodao finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.

She saw a wooden house with feathers on it, without even a door curtain. A man was pressing on a woman, panting heavily...

The woman had a numb look on her face. She seemed to have heard footsteps. She turned around and met Song Xiaodao's eyes. She smiled numbly at Song Xiaodao.

"..."

Song Xiaodao was stunned. She knew what the two were doing, but this was the first time she saw it.

Zhao Yin covered her eyes and quickly dragged the child away.

Then a slap hit her on the head: "Do you know what it is for now?"

Song Xiaodao covered his head but smiled: "Zhao Yin, I know, that feather is telling others that the people inside are married. They are husband and wife, right? When I grow up, I want to...!"

"okay!"

Zhao Yin covered the child's mouth with her hand, not allowing her to continue speaking, and said, "They are not husband and wife!"

After the apocalypse, most camps have this kind of decoration, just like the red-light district before the apocalypse and the red-light district in ancient times.

"Ah?" Song Xiaodao was shocked.

She immediately thought of Wang Quan. If Zhao Yin hadn't arrived in time, she would have...

Then, Song Xiaodao got angry: "That's too much! I'm going to kill that bad guy!"

Zhao Yin pulled her back and said, "Don't be nosy! They are willing to do this, and you will only ruin their business if you go."

"Is it mutually consensual?" Song Xiaodao was stunned again.

At this time, Wu Xuegui sighed: "After the end of the world, men are braver and stronger, and they are able to go out to look for supplies, but most women are timid. If they are not good-looking, no evolver will be willing to take them in. If they want to survive, they can only sell themselves."

This is the sadness of this world!

Captain Wang, Xie Jinshan and others wanted change at the beginning.

Unfortunately, they were incompetent and underestimated the evil of human nature, and ultimately failed!

"Pooh!"

Song Xiaodao spat: "How disgusting!"

People are different. From Song Xiaodao's perspective, she would rather be bitten to death by zombies than do such a thing.

The group of people continued to move forward, and Song Xiaodao suddenly saw several children who were as thin as skeletons. The oldest was seven or eight years old, and the youngest was only two or three years old. They were kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to a man and begging for food.

"Uncle Wang, please have pity on me. I haven't had anything to eat for five days."

"Wuwu...Uncle Wang, the baby is hungry...wuwu!"

"Get the hell away from me!" the man cursed loudly.

He had a pre-apocalyptic Tang sword hanging around his waist. He was not an evolver, but his tattered camouflage uniform was stained with black plasma, obviously left by zombies.

He looked better off than most people in the camp, with muscular body and rosy complexion.

In fact, if ordinary people form a team and encounter a lone zombie, they can kill it using tools. The man is one of such a group of people.

"Uncle Wang, I'm Xiaofang. I was your friend when my father was alive. Have you forgotten me or do you not like Xiaofang anymore?" A little girl of six or seven years old suddenly hugged the man's legs.

She pressed her little face against the man's legs, refusing to let go: "Xiao Fang is so hungry, so hungry, so hungry...!"

Hearing this, the man finally showed a hint of hesitation on his face. He looked around and then took out a pocket from his arms.

Inside were two steamed buns with green hair an inch long. The man took out one, broke off a quarter of it and put it in the little girl's hand.

"Take it. I used the corpse crystals I earned at the cost of my life to exchange for food from the camp. Don't come looking for me next time. You will starve to death sooner or later anyway!"

The man in front of me looks like a tough-mouthed but kind-hearted person.

After saying that, he kicked the little girl away and was about to leave.

At this time, the remaining children all surrounded the girl like crazy. The steamed bun in the little girl's hand was instantly snatched away by a bigger boy, and the man was also surrounded by the remaining children.

"Uncle Wang, give me one!"

"Uncle Wang, since you gave it to her, why can't you give it to me?"

"I want one too, I want one too...!"

Obviously, they all knew the man, knew that he would not kill even when angry, and were not afraid.

The man slapped the children several times, and their faces were swollen, but he still didn't let go, and their faces still showed the desire for life.

Finally, the man softened his heart, sighed, took out the bag again, and distributed the remaining three-quarters of the bun to all the children.

Of the two steamed buns he exchanged his life for, only one was left.

The man carefully put it in his arms and was about to take a step forward...

puff!

A rusty dagger, but with a sharp tip, suddenly stabbed into the man's waist from behind.

When it was pulled out, bright red blood sprayed on the face of a boy of seven or eight years old behind him.

The man turned around and looked at him in disbelief: "Goudan, you stabbed me?"

puff!

The boy stabbed again, piercing the man's lower abdomen. Only then did the man react, raised his foot, and kicked the man away with a bang.

He staggered back, covering the wound on his stomach. In the apocalypse, for an ordinary person to suffer such a serious injury would be no different from death.

"Goudan, I fed you for two months...Now that the zombies have evolved, I don't even have anything to eat...Do you f*cking know this?" The man still couldn't believe that the child he had fed for two months was actually going to kill him.

"Little bastards, you dare not even breathe when you see other people, but you dare to kill me?"

The little boy said nothing, just sat on the ground and looked at the man with cold eyes.

Finally, the man could not hold on any longer and fell to the ground, bending over and curling up in pain. Then, the other children rushed over and snatched the remaining bun from his arms.

There was even one child who didn't even let go of the Tang sword on the man's waist. After taking it off, all the children ran away!

Only the girl named Xiaofang threw herself on the man crying, "Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, what will I eat after you die...?"

This scene was seen by Zhao Yin and his group.

The faces of all thirty soldiers flushed red. Zhao Dehai clenched his fists and slowly withdrew his gaze from the man and the little girl.

Finally, he sighed softly!

Zhao Yin's expression was indifferent. In the end times, this scene would be played out every day, in any corner, at any time.

The strong survive and the weak die, this is the rule of the end times!

But he didn't think that the man was stupid. Everyone has his own choices, but when you pay the price, you just have to not regret it.

In his previous life, wasn't Zhao Yin also such a person?

But in this life, he is not!

"Zhao Yin, do you want to save him?" Song Xiaodao asked softly, "Give him a few leaves!"

A few chestnut leaves could have saved this man.

"There are so many people in the world, how many leaves do I have to save?" Zhao Yin said coldly.

After saying this, he strode forward without looking back.

Song Xiaodao didn't say anything else and followed Zhao Yin closely, while Zhao Dehai continued to lead the way.

Only Wu Xuegui limped forward, trembling violently.

“The end of the world… the end of the world…!”

Sighs...

After everyone went deep into the camp, Zhao Dehai finally stopped and pointed to an open space not far away: "Boss, that's where Fangda lives!"

In the entire camp, that was the only area that was clean and tidy.

Seven or eight pre-apocalyptic containers, looking old but not shabby, were placed in an orderly manner in the center of the open space.

"Go and ask him to come out and see me!" Zhao Yin ordered in a deep voice.