Doomsday Fortress

"It's getting darker and earlier."

Wang Yi looked up at the sky, but now it was only six o'clock in the evening, and the sky had completely dimmed.

"Yes." Zhang Fei didn't know when he walked behind Wang Yi.

"It is now the end of October. If we rush to Hohhot at our speed, it is estimated that it will be the coldest months of the year.

Wang Yi looked at Zhang Fei in surprise, but he didn't know when Zhang Fei could have considered so much.

It may have been adapted to the end times.

"Brother Yi, Brother Fei."

Wang Yi just wanted to speak, but saw Ling Xuan running over, feeling the black, and greeted the two.

Xiao Nizi has not been seen since she was accidentally molested by Wang Yi in the morning.

"Yeah, what's the matter with Ling Xuan, her face is so red?" Zhang Fei couldn't help but wonder when she saw Ling Xuan's face flushed.

Ling Xuan didn't answer, she twitched and left the sentence to eat, and then trot all the way away.

"Brother Yi, what's wrong with this little Nizi? Isn't she sick?" Zhang Fei was unsure, so he turned to ask Wang Yi.

"Ahem." Wang Yi smiled awkwardly.

"Who knows, go eat first."

As for what happened to this little Nizi, it is estimated that only Wang Yi knows.

The dinner was in the prison’s original cafeteria. The cafeteria was not big but it was enough to seat the 80-odd people in the team. Wang Yi and several leaders in the team sat at the same table. The food was the same. What kind of class system, but it is so convenient for Wang Yi to communicate with several captains.

The food on the table is particularly rich. All kinds of meat, vegetables, and fish soup are basically the same as before the end of the world. After Feng Shan, a professional cook, the food is exceptionally delicious.

"Brother Yi, that is Feng Shan." Zhang Fei sat beside Wang Yi, and pointed to the middle-aged man sitting with the logistics team.

"Oh?" Wang Yi said with a puzzled look, looking at Feng Shan.

I saw that Feng Shan was wearing a tall white hat, and a single strand of hair was not exposed. There was a red mark on his left cheek, his chubby belly was supporting his apron, and he was pushing a cart with a long spoon. , Add vegetables to the empty plate on the table.

Where did I seem to meet this person? Wang Yi stared at Feng Shan for a while, his eyes puzzled, and he thought about it carefully.

His name is Feng Shan, a chef, and there is a red mark on his left cheek.

"Could it be him!" Wang Yi whispered, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Feng Shan, together with Wang Yi in the previous life, gathered in Weishan Lake, but the two had never met.

Because the status of the two is very different.

In the previous life, Wang Yi was just the leader of a small corpse hunting group in the Weishan Lake gathering place, and Feng Shan had become the number two figure in the gathering place at that time.

auzw.com At that time, Wang Yi never had the opportunity to meet Feng Shan. He just heard other people talk about Feng Shan's deeds.

Feng Shan, who fell to the Weishan Lake gathering place in the second year of the end of the world, joined a corpse hunting group at the beginning. Later, when he went out to collect supplies, he was abandoned by the corpse hunting group because of uneven distribution. After being surrounded by a group of zombies, he desperately killed his way, but was bitten by the zombies. He thought he was bound to die, but Feng Shan turned out to be a supernatural person, because that was Feng Shan, but he just became a second-level evolutionary. Shan didn't know that he had a supernatural power.

But Wang Yi didn’t know too much about the specific ability. He only knew that after Feng Shan, he was not afraid of zombie virus infection, and fought madly with zombies outside the gathering place. After nine deaths, he finally raised his strength to the fourth-level ability. , And then Feng Shan returned to the gathering place and slaughtered the corpse that had been abandoned by him.

Because it was not yet the middle of the last days, Feng Shan's ability was valued by the gathering place officials, and was later incorporated by the gathering place. Until Wang Yi was killed by the zombie king in his last life, Feng Shan had already climbed to the position of the leader of the gathering place No. 2.

When Wang Yi thought of this, his eyes flashed brightly. According to his previous knowledge, Feng Shan is a decisive figure. Whether it is a zombie or a survivor, Feng Shan has not killed less. Now by chance, Feng Shan joined If the team is the same as the previous life, I am afraid that it is not a good thing for the team.

"Zhang Fei, you go call Feng Shan over." Wang Yi put down the dishes and turned to Zhang Fei.

"Uh...Okay." Zhang Fei was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why Wang Yi was suddenly interested in Feng Shan, but he still walked towards Feng Shan according to Wang Yi's instructions.

"Brother Yi, someone brought you here."

Zhang Fei brought Feng Shan over, and sat aside, leaving Feng Shan with a bewildered look in front of Wang Yi.

Wang Yi stared at Feng Shan for a while, further confirming Feng Shan's identity.

With the same name and surname, the same profession, and there is a red mark on his face, such a person, if not reborn, would never meet a second one.

"Hello." Finally, when Feng Shan was about to be unable to resist Wang Yi's electric gaze, Wang Yi spoke and stretched out his palm.

"You, hello." Feng Shan stammered a little, maybe he was scared by Wang Yi, after all, Feng Shan already knew that the prison tragedy that day was planned by Wang Yi.

Seeing Wang Yi's outstretched palm, Feng Shan was stunned for a moment, and tremblingly rubbed his hands on his apron twice before daring to shake hands with Wang Yi.

Zhang Fei, Linfeng and others sitting on a table looked at Wang Yi and Feng Shan shaking hands, all showed surprised expressions.

They have followed Wang Yi for a while, but they have never seen Wang Yi and anyone so polite.

"Yi, Brother Yi, what can you do with me..."

Feng Shan's retracted hands didn't know where to put them, so he had to overlap them on the protruding stomach and put on a dumbfounded expression. He looked at Wang Yi carefully, for fear that Wang Yi would click himself if he saw that he was not pleasing to his eyes.

"Um..." Wang Yi groaned.

"You cook well."

"Uh...Yes, it should be because there are good ingredients in the team." Feng Shan's eyes widened, and I don't know why Wang Yi said these thoughtless words, but his strong desire to survive still made Feng Shan not light. He gave the team flattering lightly.

"Have you adapted to the team these days?" Wang Yi stared at Feng Shan with a torch.

Feng Shan was a little unnatural to Wang Yi, reaching out to grab his hair, but was blocked by the tall hat.

"Adapting, adapting, better than being the third brother, oh no, better than being in the triangle eye." Feng Shan waved his hand and looked at Wang Yi nervously.

"Just adapt." Wang Yi nodded and said.

"If you need anything, just say it, no matter what you were before, you are now in the team."

"Okay, okay, thank you brother Yi, thank you brother Yi." Feng Shan nodded and bowed, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt that facing Wang Yi, he fell in a pool of blood more than facing the others. The body is more deterrent.