Apocalypse of a Hundred Demons: I Became the Strongest Demon Tamer

The two of them were so busy that they had to face each other.

Xizhilang looked at them from a distance, a little lost in thought.

Chen Qing was not a worry-free student.

As an orphan, no one taught him how to use chopsticks, no one taught him that spicy strips were junk food, and no one taught him how to mend his pants when they were torn.

When others were just learning to speak, they would be taught by adults to call uncle and aunt.

Orphans would spend a long time learning these basic things from the cold eyes.

So Chen Qing was not a worry-free student.

Sensitive, inferior, and had various problems.

But the one that parents love the most is often the one who has the least prospects and all kinds of problems.

So Xizhilang protected Chen Qing, almost openly. As long as he was there, no one could bully Chen Qing.

But now, looking at the arrogant and wanton boy on the stage,

He suddenly smiled.

This guy who lost his father and mother and had to take care of his younger brother seemed to have no need to worry about it in the future.

On the way back, Chen Qing called Monkey.

"Monkey, do you believe me?"

The monkey was startled and grinned: "Tell me what's the matter first, and then I'll decide whether to believe it or not."

"Stock up more food, instant noodles, canned food, the longer they can be preserved, the better."

"No problem!" Monkey nodded: "I'll approve this little thing."

"If conditions permit, your family can consider building a safe house."

"Safe house?"

Monkey frowned, this is not a small project.

"Do you have any gossip?"

"Not gossip, I'm afraid it will be difficult this time."

Chen Qing didn't say too much, after all, it was too bizarre.

Monkey nodded: "I'll do some ideological work on them."

Chen Qing sent a text message to Xi Zhilang again, asking him to stock up more food.

He didn't give a specific reason.

Xizhilang replied with one word: "OK."

Monkey's home is also in Jiangpan Community, but Chen Qing is staying in a hotel now, so they are not on the same road and separated at the intersection.

While on the road, Chen Qing called Manager Yang:

"Manager Yang, do you have any reliable pig feed manufacturers?"

"Do you really want to buy?"

"No, I'm just curious and want to prepare a little bit. You know, I have a bit of paranoia."

"Yes."

Soon, Manager Yang sent a PDF document.

It was not convenient to look at it carefully on the road, but a rough look showed that there were more than ten pig feed manufacturers on it.

Back at the hotel, Chen Man had a luxurious lunch in front of him and was eating with his mouth full of oil.

Chen Qing also sat down, grabbed a tomahawk steak and started to eat it, while looking at the PDF.

Among these manufacturers, two are more suitable, local, with suitable prices and scale.

Called one and asked the price.

"How much do you want?"

"One thousand tons."

"3 million~"

"What if you add meat to it?"

The man was slightly startled, and his tone was a little impatient: "You add meat to your pig feed? You have nothing to do, right!"

"No kidding, I was introduced by Manager Yang of Three Hundred Guards."

"Oh?"

"It's not commercial meat, zombie meat, or those old frozen fish and meat. If you have a way, you can also use the scraps from the processing plant."

"It's really strange...someone adds meat to pig feed these days!"

This customer service is a little arrogant.

"Okay, let's discuss it and get back to you before tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

People will feel weak if they don't have meat for a long time.

If you eat sparingly, ten adults consume one ton a year, and a thousand tons is enough to support a community.

Human qi and blood are the support of everything. Without qi and blood support, even the strongest formation will be broken.

Generally, evil spirits dare not approach places with sufficient popularity.

For example, military camps, schools.

But the money is not enough, and he has to find a loan shark company to get some more money.

Chen Qing was about to make a second call, when the necklace on his chest suddenly vibrated slightly!

Chen Qing was startled, and then his heart tightened!

"There is a ghost!!"

"There is a ghost here!!"

A strange but cheerful voice sounded:

"Jinbu~huan, Jinbu~huan, Jinbu~huan, Jinbu~huan..."

A ghost half a meter tall, skinny and short, ragged all over, carrying a huge bag with a diameter of one meter suddenly appeared in the house.

Is it Jinbuhuan?

Chen Qing was slightly stunned.

"Jinbuhuan!"

He shouted, but there was no response.

"Jinbu~huan, Jinbuhuan, Jinbu~huan, Jinbuhuan...

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Jin Buhuan said as he jumped high into a slipper and disappeared.

The slipper naturally became a pure gold slipper.

He weighed the golden slipper and it weighed about ten pounds.

Gold has a high density and the slipper has a thick sole.

Now that he is not short of money, he does not need to rush to sell it. He just put it into the Demon Suppression Tower.

Chen Qing came to the Jiangpan Community.

The construction of his own safe house is in full swing and the progress is gratifying.

After thinking about it, Chen Qing turned into the battery car shed in the northeast corner of the community.

When he came to the back of the battery car shed, Chen Qing saw a familiar figure.

Blind Uncle Xia.

In the end of the world There were probably only two people who didn't betray Chen Qing, Monkey and Uncle Xia.

In Jiangpan Community, there was actually a relative of Chen Qing: Aunt.

When Chen Qing was 13 years old, there was a period when he really ran out of food.

Chen Qing shamelessly went to his aunt's house and begged her to lend him 200 yuan with his remaining dignity.

But all he got in return was humiliation.

Especially when Chen Qing went out and hid in the corridor in a daze, he heard his aunt laughing at home. Every word was deeply engraved in Chen Qing's mind:

"That bitch has been targeting me since she was a child. She is better than me in every way. Hahaha, look! Now her bitch has come to my door to beg! "

That winter, Chen Qing once thought that he and Chen Man would die.

It was at this time that Uncle Xia gave him a pile of dirty and smelly small bills, a total of 48.5 yuan.

There were even two children's toy bills.

So, when the blood moon came, Chen Qing would eat only when Uncle Xia was full.

If Uncle Xia had not always disagreed, he would have taken him home long ago.

At this moment, Uncle Xia was cooking.

A blind man living alone must have very poor hygiene.

The water in the pot was turbid. He fumbled to put the small pot on the stove made of three bricks, and fumbled with a lighter for a long time before he could He lit the wood blocks under the pot—the wood blocks should be leftover building materials.

In the process, the lighter burned his hand, but perhaps he was used to it, so he just shook his hand and ignored it.

When the water in the pot started to bubble, Uncle Xia tore open a bag of wrinkled instant noodles, fumbled to put the noodles, and then put the seasoning bags in one by one.

He shook the instant noodles in the bag into his hand and ate it, and licked the seasoning bags clean.

After waiting for a while, Uncle Xia took out a wooden board, pushed the ashes over to cover the fire, and then took out a pair of disposable chopsticks from a large bag next to him.

Just as he was about to eat, he suddenly frowned: "Who?"

Chen Qing took a deep breath, smiled, and said: "Uncle Xia, it's me."

"Chen Qing!"

Uncle Xia immediately called: "Come on, come on, do you want to eat noodles?"

Chen Qing went over and sat down on a brown sofa with black and broken leather, and smiled: "How are you recently? "

It's a mess here, but Chen Qing knows that nothing can be moved.

Because Uncle Xia has already memorized the location of everything, even if it is moved a little, it will cause trouble.

Chen Qing is thinking about how to give him money.

Unlike other people in need, Uncle Xia is a strong and stubborn man.

Even Chen Qing is full of inferiority.

But what about Uncle Xia?

Although he is blind, he is loud wherever he goes, like a flag stuck in a garbage dump.

"You haven't been here for a while, Chen Man came here once a few days ago and gave me a cake."

Ah?

Chen Qing was a little surprised.

"Don't look at this kid as if he is missing a nerve, he will become a great man when he grows up!" Uncle Xia smiled, "What about you? You should have tested your talent, what's the result?"

"Passed! Talent is S-level, very good, right?"

"Really?!" Uncle Xia was overjoyed: "See! After the worst comes the best! After the worst comes the best! "

Chen Qing suddenly had an idea!

"Uncle Xia, it's like this. If you have a talent, they will give you a shopping card, but the shopping card is about to expire. I bought a lot of things, and some of them can't be eaten..."

"Give me the things you can't finish! You little bastard."

"Okay, okay, I'll send it to you right away."

At that moment, Chen Qing came to the supermarket and didn't choose expensive things, but only things like biscuits, instant noodles, bread, ham sausage, self-heating rice, etc.

When the two big bags were delivered to Uncle Xia, Uncle Xia was very happy.

After a while of greeting, Chen Qing said goodbye and left.

Uncle Xia faced the direction where Chen Qing left, touched the two big bags, and was silent.

After a long time, he sighed.

"How can the Ghost Guard give shopping cards, and give expired shopping cards?"

"I'm just blind, but my heart is not blind. "

He said, and bowed to a broken Buddha statue in the corner:

"The world is not peaceful, I hope the two children are safe and healthy."