Chapter 150 The End of the World

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

He would not kill for no reason, but that did not mean that he would not kill unless he was unhappy.

Of course, what Zhao Dehai did not know was that Zhao Yin's cruelty was only for those who were weaker than him, but if he encountered a crisis beyond his ability to deal with, he would often run faster than a rabbit.

He had run countless times in his previous life, and he had run less in this life...

When being bullied by a strong person, you must bow your head, otherwise you will be greedy for life!

But if he is in power, he should naturally show his majesty!

...

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

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

The men were skinny and the women were sallow. No one had a complete piece of clothing 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, which looked like they were built by amateurs. Most of them didn't even have doors, and just hung a tattered curtain.

There were also many tents used by local residents, all of which were tattered.

"Zhao Yin, what is this for? Is it for exorcism?" 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 it.

"Why don't you speak?"

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

"You'll know later." Zhao Yin was vague.

"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 like a cow...

The woman looked numb, as if she heard footsteps, and looked back. She happened to meet Song Xiaodao's eyes, and she smiled numbly at Song Xiaodao.

"..."

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

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

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

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

"That's enough!"

Zhao Yin stretched out his hand to cover the child's mouth, not allowing her to continue, and said: "They are not husband and wife!"

After the end of the world, most camps have this kind of decoration, just like the red light district before the end of the world and the red-light alley 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 was angry: "Too much, I'll kill that bad guy!"

Zhao Yin pulled her back: "Don't bother! They are willing, you will only destroy their business."

"Imperial?" Song Xiaodao was stunned again.

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

This is the tragedy of this world!

Captain Wang, Xie Jinshan and others wanted to change.

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

"Pah!"

Song Xiaodao spat: "So disgusting!"

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

A group of people continued to move forward, and Song Xiaodao suddenly saw a few 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 knelt on the ground, kowtowed to a man, and begged for food.

"Uncle Wang, please have pity on me. I haven't eaten for five days."

"Woo woo... Uncle Wang, the child is hungry... woo woo!"

"Get out of my way!" The man cursed loudly.

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

He looked better than most people in the camp, with full muscles and ruddy complexion.

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

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

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

The man finally showed a hint of hesitation on his face when he heard it. He looked around and then took out a pocket from his arms.

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

"Take it. I also exchanged the corpse crystals I earned with my life for food from the camp. Don't come to me next time. You will starve to death sooner or later anyway!"

The man in front of him looked like a person who was hard-mouthed but kind-hearted.

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

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

"Uncle Wang, give me a piece!"

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

"I want it too, I want it too...!"

Obviously, they all know this man, know that he will not kill when angry, and are not afraid.

The man slapped them down several times, and the children's faces were swollen, but they still didn't let go, with the desire for life still on their faces.

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

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

The man carefully put it in his arms and was about to take steps...

puff!

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

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

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

puff!

The boy stabbed another knife into the man's abdomen. Only then did the man react, raised his foot, and kicked the man away with a bang.

He staggered back, clutching the wound on his stomach. In the apocalypse, ordinary people would be no different from death if they were so seriously injured.

"Goudan, I fed you for two months... Now that the zombies have evolved, I don't even have to eat myself... Do you, Tamar, know?" The man still couldn't believe that he had fed the child for two months. He actually wanted to kill himself.

"You little bastard, when you see other people, you don't even dare to breathe, but you dare to come and kill me?"

The little boy didn't say a word, just sat on the ground and looked at the man with indifferent eyes.

Finally, the man couldn't hold on anymore and bent over and fell to the ground, curling up in pain. Then, other children swarmed up and snatched away the remaining steamed bun in his arms.

There was even a child who didn't even let go of the Tang Dao on the man's waist. After taking it off, all the children dispersed!

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

This scene was captured by Zhao Yin and his party.

All thirty soldiers' faces turned red. Zhao Dehai clenched his fists and slowly looked away from the man and the little girl.

Finally, he sighed softly!

Zhao Yin looked calm. In the apocalypse, this scene would happen every day, in any corner, at any time.

The strong live, the weak die, this is the rule of the end of the world!

But he didn't feel how stupid that man was. Everyone has their own choice. Just don't regret it when you bear the price.

In his previous life, how could he, Zhao Yin, not be this kind of person?

But in this life, he is no longer!

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

A few chestnut leaves can save this man.

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

After saying that, he strode forward without looking back.

Song Xiaodao said nothing and followed Zhao Yin closely, while Zhao Dehai continued to lead the way.

Only Wu Xuegui limped forward, shaking violently.

"The end of the world...the end of the world...!"

Sighs one after another...

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

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

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

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