Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Eighty Seven

Dairy farmer Chris said goodbye to his wife, parents and brothers and sisters before six in the morning, rode out on a tricycle, and rushed to deliver the milk ordered by the guests to each household before breakfast.

At about 7:30, Chris delivered the penultimate bucket of milk in the cart to the cook of a manor housekeeper, then turned the front of the cart and hurried to Westham.

Before he married his wife, he had been delivering milk to the Doyles who ran the family hotel for many years.

Since milk powder with a large amount of saccharin has become popular in the market, fresh milk that is easily spoiled has not been as popular as when Chris was a child. Over the years, the business of the Chris family has gone from bad to worse. The Doyles are already at home in Wei Sturm's last household has stabilized customers.

Chris, who was bumpy on the country dirt road, rushed to the town of Westham at about eight o'clock. He turned a corner and rode the tricycle onto the gravel-paved town road that was flatter than the country dirt road. With a minor tune, gradually approaching the town gate.

When there was more than two hundred meters away from the town gate, Chris stretched his neck in surprise.

Westham is relatively deserted during the day, and it won’t be bustling until four o’clock in the afternoon. It’s only early in the morning. Why are there so many people crowded at the gate of the town?

"Is it a holiday in Westham today? Haven't heard of it?" Chris looked strangely while cycling.

When the distance was narrowed to about 100 meters, Chris suddenly felt something was wrong...

Those figures moving around the town gate...Why are they so thin?

Stepping forward for a short distance, Chris suddenly squeezed the brakes on the handlebars and stopped the tricycle in panic.

What a thin person! The figures dangling at the entrance of the town were all skeletons!

"Ms. Gold Coin?!" Chris was dumbfounded, "This, what's the situation—wait! Is Mrs. Doyle all right?!"

Many people’s son-in-laws don’t deal with their mother-in-law, but Chris’s relationship with Mrs. Doyle is very close. Their family likes this kind wife very much. Even the family supports him to marry his wife. Being in the character of Mrs. Doyle, I believe Mrs. Doyle's daughter must be a good girl.

Think of the family hotel close to the town gate, think of the kind Mrs. Doyle, Chris resisted his fear and ran away without turning around.

He jumped out of the car and hid the tricycle, an important property belonging to the family, into the bushes on the side of the road. He bravely squatted in the thick bushes alone, and plucked up the courage to move on.

The closer you get to the town gate, the more Chris's body shakes. When he is less than 20 meters away from the town gate, Chris can even feel his calf cramping...

Undead! Many, many undead!

Not only at the gate of the town, but also in the places that can be seen on the streets of the town, there seems to be dead spirits moving!

Chris can persist until now that he has not collapsed and fled before turning his head on the spot, because...these undead are also mixed with human figures.

Somewhere in the town gate, from the perspective of Chris, who is squatting in the grass under the tree, can see some tricycles parked, which are bigger and stronger than the tricycle that his family bought after years of savings. It seems a tricycle with a steel body that is loaded with a lot of goods.

There were a few living people standing next to the tricycle and talking, and the undead turned around them, but they didn't attack the living people.

This scene where many people see the worldview is fragmented... gives Chris a glimmer of hope that if these undead don't attack the living, then many Mrs. Yi will be fine.

Chris swallowed, and boldly moved closer.

An undead leaning lazily against the town gate suddenly turned his head in the direction of Chris.

The moment he met those black holes, Chris seemed to have heard the call of death.

He yelled desperately, turned madly and ran-this was just a reaction he imagined under high stress. In fact, he was so frightened that he lost his voice completely, and only barely made an inhalation sound not much louder than a mosquito. The legs seemed to be unconscious, and it was difficult to even move them.

Qin Guan was not interested in doing the cooking task, so he gave me medicine and came out to chat.

The main content of the chat is naturally the issue of territorial prestige that he is most concerned about at the end of the month-tomorrow is the 31st, and the mayor competition that has lasted for more than half a month can finally see the results.

Qin Guan, who is also an internet celebrity in size, is a topic that would expose his anxiety. Now, besides giving me some tricks, he can only talk to me by taking medicine—he now has millions of videos updated on station B. The amount of broadcasts, the master's father lined up to wait for him to have a meal. Not only did he earn the capital to fight resources with the little boss of Brother Lahong, but he also brought out a video studio in reality. The character defect that he could show unscrupulously before. Ah, ordinary people's minor faults or something, now they have to be collected.

"If it doesn't happen, we've done so much work, so let's see my fate." It is more proactive to give me medicine, not to pressurize Qin Guan, but relieved, "Anyway, Ji The reward that Tang offered this time was equal to the fact that he was out of the game early. Now it’s up to you or Raho to have sufficient preliminary work. Not to mention this, Huahua said that after finishing this quest, we can try the blood alliance mission. You Think about what our blood alliance is called?"

"I thought about it a few times, and I turned back to make a voting video to see which name liked the most." Qin Guan didn't think much about it.

Since the launch of "Alien", a series of videos released by Qin Guan have attracted a large number of cloud players for this game. Although these cloud players cannot enter the game and can not shed their blood for the construction of Tarantan, they are at least on the Internet. The ID of vanilla pudding became popular...Qin Guan habitually used the name of the blood alliance to stir up their blood alliance and became a fan on the Internet.

Give me the medicine and Le said: "It's okay. I prefer the name of the sand sculpture point and don't like it so formal. The sand sculpture netizens will definitely not live up to my expectations-eh, is there someone?"

With that said, give me medicine and throw out an appraisal technique with great player qualities.

"Civilian." Seeing the identification information and giving me medicine, I became disinterested, and continued to turn around and talk to Qin Guan.

Chris squatted in the bushes for several minutes...without waiting for "Reaper's Call".

The skeleton that handed over his "four eyes" seemed to have no interest in him at all...

The country boy raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat dripping down his chin, tentatively coming out of the grass under the tree.

Several of the undead at the gate of the town looked towards him.

After looking at each other for a short time... these undead looked back again and continued to do their own things.

Chris stood alone on the road for a while, then raised his foot to the town gate.

When he passed the town gate tremblingly and in panic, none of the undead paid attention to him.

The undead who happened to be in his way naturally turned sideways to give him a position, and then continued to talk with his companion "KABAKABA".

Chris couldn't help but began to wonder... Are there really so many undead standing at the gate of Westham? Could it be his illusion?

Seeing the sight of the main road in the town, Chris denied this weird idea...

The spacious streets were full of gentlemen with fine skin and white flesh, who were completely different from their country folks.

These gentlemen were all disheveled and described as embarrassed, with their hands and feet **** by the weird-looking white noose, crookedly and indecently thrown on the street.

Chris couldn't help dropping his jaw, forgetting the fear.

"Hi, who are you and what do you do?"

A man standing by the tricycle saw Chris and walked over immediately.

Chris regained his senses, and hurriedly bent down and bowed habitually: "Sir, I am, I am a dairy farmer nearby, here to deliver milk."

Rex looked up and down this young man...

Tousled short brown hair, tanned rough skin, humble and flattering smiles that people from humble backgrounds were forced to carve into the bones when they were growing up; milk stains on the clothes, traces of cow dung on the trousers, talking to people Sometimes nervous hands move, eyes that dare not meet people...it is indeed a countryman.

"Where is your milk?" Rex said again.

"Out there, there is only one bucket of milk. You know, people in town now prefer powdered milk." Chris said nervously.

Rex nodded: "Give your milk, don't run around, and don't provoke the undead in the town."

"Yes, yes!" Chris responded again and again, subconsciously raising his head to look at Mrs. Doyle's house, which is very close to the town gate.

The Doyles were both standing behind the second-floor window, looking at him anxiously and concerned.

Chris fell to the ground with a rock in his heart and hurriedly said loudly: "Mrs. Doyle, I will bring the milk right away!"

His sudden shouting made Rex's eardrums hurt when he was close at hand...but he believed that this was indeed a country dairy farmer, and the country folks rarely paid attention to the volume when speaking.

Chris ran out of the town like a wind, and after a while he poured the milk back with a bucket of milk. This time he was no longer so afraid of the undead at the gate of the town. He bowed his head humbly when he borrowed—the undead didn’t hurt. The Doyles, in his opinion, would not be terrible.

"Chris, you are scaring me to death, why would you dare to come in alone?"

In the family hotel, when Mrs. Doyle saw Chris, she nervously stepped forward and held up the young man’s face: "You are too risky, boy, listen to me, next time you encounter this kind of thing, you must run away immediately, your mother. I can’t lose you, and neither can my baby girl.”

Chris hugged Mrs. Doyle, and then hugged Mr. Doyle who was reticent, and said excitedly: "It's great that you are all right."

"Of course we are fine. Those...the undead did nothing to us." Mrs. Doyle held her chest with lingering fear. "You have also seen the situation outside. These undead have complaints about the...shops on this street. ."

Chris let out an "Ah" and couldn't help but said, "Are those and those people on the street all the merchants who came to Westham?"

"Yes, there are also people from various shops." Mrs. Doyle pulled Chris to the window and pointed to a gray-haired and fat old man on the street. "Look, that's the owner of Jenny's Tavern. Thompson."

Mrs. Doyle pointed someone to Chris specifically for a reason.

Chris stuck to the window and saw through the not-so-pure glass the languid old man in the crowd. His honest and simple black face actually showed hatred, and pleasure...

"This old **** has today too!" Chris gritted his teeth.

For ordinary people living in Westham and farmers in the surrounding countryside of Westham, high-end clubs such as "lover", "elegant dream", and the original "Gold Coast" are too far away, even if they are close to each other. There is no intersection at all within a short distance.

Only inferior places like pubs and strip clubs will have contact with people like them.

Many years ago, when Chris was a child, his uncle had a boy about the same age as Chris now. He was curious about Westham’s feasting and feasting. In the harvest season of a year, he brought his savings for half a year with him. He came to town with his family to "open eyes".

It’s just that the boy didn’t know that in Westham, it was only a low-class tavern, and it was not a place where farmers like his kind of food could consume... He thought it was enough to make him "eye-opening" a prostitute~ In fact, it was only enough to order a bottle of the cheapest corn rum in the Jenny Tavern, and then tip the waitresses to accompany the chat.

After a night of partying in Jenny’s Tavern, the boy from Uncle Chris’s was dumbfounded at the bill.

The owner of Jenny’s Tavern interrupted the boy’s hand and asked the thugs to take him home to ask for overnight money. Not only did he turn Chris’s and his uncle’s house into a local joke, but he was maliciously opened by the boss in order to pay. With the expensive overnight allowance and the cost of cousin Chris' arm treatment, the two families were hurt and had to sell a few cows.

Everyone knows that the owner of Jenny’s Tavern is bullying their country folks who are ignorant and incompetent, but they still have to pay what they should pay. Otherwise, Chris’ cousin will be sent to the prison in Inadri-the town Neither the sheriff nor the militia team would help them speak, let alone the lords of Innadali?

"I really want to let the uncle's family see this scene too." Chris stared at the embarrassed old man who had hated him for many years. He turned around and said to Mrs. Doyle, "Mrs., these undead are going to treat these people. doing what?"

"It's good if we know it." Mrs. Doyle shook her head, thinking of something, and then sighed long. "Actually, I often think if Westham could go back more than 40 years ago. , I was fine when I was a little girl. Although the life of Westham was not easy at that time, it would never be like now..."

After a pause, the old woman looked at the six men and women who were sitting on the sofa and the head of the bed with pain, and dared not leave the room: "But now... it is already like this. If you let Westham There is no way to do business anymore, then, that—oh!"

A thin lady with disease scars on her face lowered her head.

The other five poor people who had the same fate remained silent.

Being able to leave the place of work alive does not mean that these people have other choices in their lives.

They have all been taking fattening agents for many years and have no physical strength to do the work that normal people can do...Even a little girl can do the laundry work they can't do. If their weak bodies are exposed to cold water for a long time, they will undoubtedly die.

Not to mention the traces of hidden diseases left by the discerning people on them...No matter where they go, they will inevitably be treated with strange eyes.

To put it bluntly, gaining "freedom" is nothing more than changing a place to linger... If it weren't for the family hotel run by Mrs. Doyle to take them in, and to let them bring in the guests who had been able to reach them with difficulty, they would have been rotten. I know where the street is.

Chris had known Westham's low-level prostitutes from an early age, what kind of life they were living, and sighed after hearing the words.

Yes, even if all the brothel owners are taken away by these strange undead like Thompson in the Jenny Tavern, Westham cannot become an ordinary town again. There are indeed some people here who can only survive on this lowly industry.

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly suppressed.

All of them know that doing skin and meat business is not a good thing, and they all hope that the industry will disappear from their hearts, but they also know that there is no such thing as a dead end for people who have long been unable to survive.

At this moment... a strange, unprecedented, strong fragrance suddenly floated in from the gap in the window.

The first smell was Chris, who was standing by the window. He couldn't help but sniffed when he rushed around early in the morning until the water hadn't entered.

The Doyles also smelled the scent, and the two old men were very confused... They had lived here for so many years and they had never smelled it before.

The six thin men and women also smelled it, and swallowed their saliva.

Chris's nose with his stomach growling was more sensitive than the others, and he quickly judged that the scent was floating in from the window, and subconsciously pressed it to the window again.

At a diagonally downward angle that must be attached to the glass and can be seen on tiptoe, Chris saw...In the open space behind the steel-body mountain bikes that he admired so much, I don’t know when two were erected. A big iron pot that can put people in.

The water in the pot was heated by the firewood under the iron pot. A group of undead was busy working beside the two big iron pots. From Chris’s point of view, one could see an undead holding a book-sized bag and pouring into the pot. The powdery thing, another undead stirred in the pot with a shovel.

As the hot soup in the cauldron turned into a tantalizing light golden color, the aroma Chris could smell became stronger...

"It's really the first time I saw such a big bag of mushroom stewed chicken noodle soup." The player who finished pouring the soup complained to his companions, "This place plan suddenly became lazy again, and the material bags are no longer in small packages."

"Probably it's someone who is convenient for cooking tasks. You have to unpack them in small packets. Who has the patience." The stirring player was indifferent.

"The potato chips are cut, let me!" A player lifted a dustpan full of potato chips from the temporarily requisitioned tavern.

"Oh, the knife is good, this slice is thicker than my fingers."

"I'll be able to live on it, okay, we're not a real cook!"

"Koyanagi, there are two baskets of leafy greens in the kitchen of this tavern. Did you bring one out for use?"

"Carry it out!" Sister Liu Meng, who has faintly become the head chef among the casual players (Rex, a guy who likes to save trouble, just stares at her when he sends out cooking tasks) hurriedly, "Go to the next building again, there is Get all the ingredients you can use!"

"Good Le!"

Upon seeing the player who moved the supplies from the tricycle, he said, "Then can you add more bread?"

"Plus, our reward settlement is based on the pot, why don't you add it." Liu Meng waved his bone claw, "Who is that, go and wash the bag of potatoes!"

"Which car is the concentrated stock powder in? Find it now!"

The mushroom stewed chicken noodles that were unsold because they did not meet the taste of the people in the southwestern provinces of China were sold by the manufacturer to the expert team. Buyers of, and then transferred to this world... finally got fair treatment.

With the simmering aroma of the mushroom stewed chicken fabric bag and concentrated stock powder drifting further and further, many people hiding behind the windows peeking open the windows...

Twenty minutes later, when the simmering was done, Rex took out two tricycles, each pulled a big pot, called Ossirian, Lika, and Young Brook, and randomly selected a few players to post the meal sharing task. Personally led the team to distribute food along the street.

The first beneficiaries were the twelve waitresses at Jenny's Tavern.

Next, is the family hotel closest to the town gate.

Rex stepped forward and patted the door twice. The previous dairy farmer volunteered to open the door and nodded and bowed at Rex: "Dear Sir, can I help you?"

Rex raised his hand and grabbed the young man's shoulders to stop him from bowing: "How many people are there in this building?"

"Uh..." From the corner of his eye, Chris glanced at the guys on the street who were still being aired without dignity. He didn't dare to lie, "Plus me, there are nine people."

"Bring out nine bowls to get the food, go faster." Rex retracted his hand and pointed the tricycle behind him with the big iron pan.

Chris was stunned on the spot.

"I said, hurry up." Rex frowned slightly, his tone was a little harsh, and he put on an imperative.

"Okay, okay." As expected, Chris got up quickly as soon as he was ordered, turned and ran.

After a while, he really ran out holding nine big bowls.

Rex stepped aside and said to Ossirian: "Come on, give him nine portions that won't cause problems."

Only then did Ossirian understand why Rex wanted to call him...

Others don’t necessarily know how much food these poor people with starved stomachs eat will not break their stomachs. He must know that he has just eaten three full meals provided by the undead yesterday, which one will he eat after eating. He knows the most about the discomfort.

Rex was so caring and considerate of people who had the same experience as him... Ossirian nodded gently, took note of this kindness, and solemnly picked up the big steel spoon hanging by the side of the pot, and seriously helped the undead ( Strike a hand) Add food to the bowl handed over.

Chris respectfully and fearfully took the bowl containing most of the food from the undead who was enthusiastic to help, and placed it firmly on the shoe cabinet by the door, and waited for the two tricycles to leave before trembling. Close the door.

The Doyles and the six residents hiding on the second floor dared to emerge from the stairs.

"He, they...give everyone food." Chris turned his head, feeling very tired after doing nothing, and said to everyone like a sleepwalking face.

The Doyles and the six residents all stood on the stairs blankly.

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