Doomsday courtyard begins to survive by planting pea shooters

"Run! Huh?"

"I've wiped out your worm's nest!"

"I can't take care of you if I can't take care of others?"

"Kill me!"

The big octopus vented its anger into the air while swallowing the fusion anchor stone.

The fog gradually approaches, following the steps of the big octopus and beginning to devour the fragments of this already stable world.

But for the people living on this land, the most dangerous thing is not the approaching fog, but the endless tide of corpses.

"quick!!"

"Take up arms!"

"We can't let them get close to the hatchery, otherwise we won't be able to survive when Bai Shen comes back!!"

"Everyone, take up arms!"

"..."

A man with a big belly stood on the street of a small town and shouted.

However, there were very few responders in front of him, and most of the slaves fell into panic.

"...Damn it!" The pot-bellied man was heartbroken. He pulled out the revolver from his waist, pointed it at the sky and pulled the trigger.

"boom!!"

Gunshots rang out, and the panicked crowd suddenly fell silent.

Faced with the gun, everyone turned into a quail.

"Damn it! Damn it! Don't run away! Take up arms! Defend the eggs!!" The pot-bellied man roared, "I will shoot anyone who dares to leave!!"

"伱! Why don't you take up arms!?"

The pot-bellied man grabbed the little girl with gray curly hair who was hiding on the roadside, pointed a gun at her head and said viciously.

"I..." The little girl choked for a moment, looking at the muzzle of the gun and was too frightened to speak.

"Who else has weapons besides you?"

Behind the little girl, the bearded man walked out with a sigh.

"Steel pipe! Shovel! Wooden stick! Stool!" The pot-bellied man said, "Use whatever you have!!"

"Then you still have a gun. Do you dare to deal with those zombies?" the bearded man asked.

"Are you kidding! That's a wave of corpses!!" The pot-bellied man replied without thinking.

"So, you can't hit the zombies with a gun, so let's use sticks and stools to deal with the zombies?" Big Beard's words immediately aroused everyone's resistance.

"right!"

"that's right!"

"Why should we go!"

"You, the one with the gun, should be the one to go!"

"You usually show off your power, but now where is your master Bai Shen? Why don't you ask your god to help!?"

"Where is Shirakami hiding? Tell me!"

"White God ran away. I saw its enemy. It was a super-large octopus god. White God was no match at all! He must have run away!"

"Let's go! Kill this bastard..."

"Yes, beat him to death! Take his gun..."

"..."

The angry people spontaneously waved whatever they could get their hands on.

Such as iron pipes, wooden sticks... or even a chair.

They don't have the courage to deal with zombies, but they are still very experienced in intimidating the White God's agent.

"You rebelled!?" The pot-bellied man raised his hand in fear, pointing his gun back and forth at everyone.

However, everyone is not afraid, the human wall is gradually approaching...

After all, fighting zombies means death, and being shot with a pistol means death. The latter is at least more comfortable than the former.

If the people are not afraid of death, how can they be afraid of death?

Without Baishen's enslaving authority, the conflicts that had accumulated before would soon be on the verge of exploding.

And the result is bound to be a lose-lose situation.

However, the human wall did not stop.

Just when the pot-bellied man couldn't help but prepare to shoot, a bolt of yellow lightning fell from the sky...

"puff!!"

Blood splattered.

A fat hand flew up and fell.

And before it hit the ground, the revolver it held in its hand had disappeared.

"……ah!!"

"Ah! My hand...my hand!!"

The pot-bellied man held his wrist and sat down on the ground, with nothing but pain and fear on his face.

The source of his fear was a fluffy, plump orange cat.

This fat cat also wears a feather cap with a nipple cover on its head. It looks very cute like a human being.

However, it was such a cute little kitten that made everyone stay silent.

When the cat walked towards him with a pistol in its mouth, the pot-bellied man immediately stopped screaming, knelt on the ground and asked tentatively:

"Meow...Kami-sama? What should I call you?"

"..."

The fat orange cat glanced at him with disgust, and then a layer of illusory male voice sounded from the space above the orange cat's head:

"Are there any more bullets?"

"..."

The pot-bellied man looked at the orange cat in bewilderment, forgetting even the pain in his wrist for a moment.

"Hello? I'm talking about bullets, do you understand? Hello? Are there any more bullets?"

The illusory voice, with layers of echoes, came from the orange cat again, and the frightened man with a big belly quickly replied:

"Yes...yes, yes! I still have 20 rounds on me, and I still have a few boxes at home..."

"Go get it."

The fat orange cat licked its paws gently and didn't even stare at him, but the fat man with a big belly didn't dare to resist at all. He endured the pain and returned to his house to get the bullets.

The orange cat turned his head and looked at the little girl. The illusory voice ordered: "The hatchery you just mentioned... take me to see it."

"This...is." The little girl with gray curly hair did not dare to disobey.

In this foggy apocalypse, talking monsters often have the authority of gods.

Ordinary people simply cannot fight against it.

At this time, the pot-bellied man had come out, holding four small paper boxes no wider than a palm.

It says "Federal Classic", ".357 Magnum" and other words on it.

"Wait, bring my gun and ammunition."

The voice came from above the orange cat again.

"……yes."

The little girl with gray curly hair did not dare to resist, and let the big orange jump on her head, struggling to hold the heavy big revolver in her hand...

"Sir, can I be your ride? I'm a little taller."

The bearded man came over and asked.

"……Can."

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy orange cat jumped on the bearded head.

"..."

The little girl with gray curly hair calmly breathed a sigh of relief. She held the pistol and bullets in her hands and followed the bearded man.

What's strange is that, at the critical moment when the zombies came, the other residents of the town not only did not continue to run for their lives, but even actively followed behind the bearded man.

Xiao Jian saw all this, but didn't care.

Even if these people do not have the instructions of "White God", they are definitely "White God's" informants.

Whether it's a conspiracy or a real enemy, "White God" should show up at this time.

Otherwise, looking at this posture, even if there is really any agreement, the big octopus is still pretending to be real.

Therefore, Xiao Jian is not in a hurry.

It was the moth that was most anxious.