Doomsday pawn

A few minutes later, on the fifth floor...

Li Wu took out the cigarette case from his arms, handed one to Ding Xing respectfully, and then extended his hand over the lit lighter.

The crisp click of the lighter's flip-top rang out in the crowded hall, causing many people to look up.

Some of them were heavy smokers and even licked their lips involuntarily.

But even though they were greedy, they didn't dare to make any move. They just stared at the dancing flames, waiting for the man's next move.

Although there is no clear hierarchy here, there is a consensus that everyone is well aware of.

That means if you can, you can eat meat, smoke cigarettes, and even drink wine. But if you can't? Then you can only eat the allocated food honestly and pick up the cigarette butts left by others.

And they were the ones who couldn't do it, so they could only watch Li Wu and the others' actions, hoping that they could be one step ahead so they could smell the second-hand smoke.

Looking at the group of beggars surrounding him, but only dared to squat at his feet, Li Wu said with an unchanging expression: "Brother Ding, we are new here, we will have to rely on you to take care of us in the future."

As he spoke, he flipped his wrist and stuffed the cigarette case in his hand into Ding Xing's pocket.

"It's easy to say, as long as you have the ability, Brother Guan will not treat anyone badly." Since Brother Guan has informed them to stay, Ding Xing did not refuse Li Wu's filial piety this time. After lowering his head and lighting the cigarette, Mei Mei

He smoked and replied.

His expression was relaxed, as if he didn't care about what Xiaoguan said just now about Chen Jiang's life and death.

It's been so long, how can I have time to think about others? Living well is the most important thing.

Since what that guy thinks about every day is how to run outside and track down that ferocious guy that even Brother Guan can't do anything about, then it's only a matter of time before he dies outside.

It's just right that the dead face finally died outside. Now that he has a new person under his command, he can finally kick that annoying Tan Feng away. It's like a double happiness, the best of both worlds.

"Come with me, I'll take you to find a room!" Ding Xing said as he prepared to walk into a circle of rooms around him.

Hurrah!

As he lifted his steps, the people surrounding them quickly crowded together, making way for Ding Xing to make way for a narrow path.

When Li Wu and others followed Ding Xing, the group of people followed them one after another, forming a semicircle from behind, surrounding and following them.

They did not listen to the conversation between Ding Xing and Li Wu at all, but focused all their attention on the half of the cigarette at Ding Xing's fingertips.

Perhaps he sensed the desire of everyone, or perhaps Ding Xing also wanted to show Li Wu and the others how to survive here.

He suddenly stopped and turned to look at Li Wu and the others.

Old Man Kong and others who didn't know what he wanted to do were confused, but they still wisely stepped aside, leaving him a small space.

Ding Xing raised his head slightly to signal everyone to look behind him, and then casually threw the cigarette butts on his fingertips to the crowd in front...

"mine…"

"Don't step on the horse to snatch it from me!"

"..."

Before the cigarette butts even hit the ground, the people following behind quickly rushed forward. A group of people pushed each other, and I pushed you, and soon the group, which was originally relatively orderly, was dispersed.

What the fuck?

Li Wu and the others watched helplessly as these people went from being chaotic at the beginning to quickly entering into a fighting state. Everyone was a little stunned.

The most important thing is...the thing they are fighting for is just a cigarette butt that has almost burned into a sponge.

Perhaps in this depressing space, that puff of smoke, which is better than nothing, can bring them a bit of spiritual comfort.

But what Li Wu and the others couldn't figure out was why these people would rather beat their heads and bleed for a cigarette butt than risk going out to look for more supplies.

Is it greed for life? What is the meaning of such a life?

Are you afraid of death? What is the difference between living like this and dying?

But no matter what, it is the choice of these people themselves, and Old Man Kong and the others cannot evaluate it.

I can only say that this is a kind of sadness. As for whether it is human sadness or the sadness of today's world?

So what's the difference?

………

In a small house not far from the sixth floor, a young man with a bare upper body and exposed muscles suddenly opened his eyes.

He didn't even take a good look at his surroundings. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to immediately turn over and sit up.

"snort…"

But several times he tried hard, but he only awkwardly stood there twice and did not make the expected movement. And not only that, this force also involved his wound, and he grinned in pain.

"Wake up!"

A man's voice suddenly came from the direction above his head. He was startled. He quickly pressed the back of his head against the ground and tilted his head back hard to see who was speaking.

"Don't step on the horse, or you'll break your neck later."

Wei Lai stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth, chewed it roughly twice and swallowed it.

Patting the bread crumbs on his hands, he came to the side and looked at the young man he carried back from the street and said: "First he was seriously injured, and then he fell from the second floor and landed on his face. That's it."

Not even dead. You have a tough life, buddy!"

The young man turned his head and finally saw Wei Lai's appearance clearly, with a cold expression on his red and swollen face.

"Who are you?"

When you open your mouth, your voice becomes even more lifeless

Haha...Am I really getting old? Are young people today so arrogant?

Wei Lai, who felt that he had done something thankless, lifted up his trousers, bent his legs and squatted beside the man, looked at the swollen and purple face and said: "Do you know how to be polite?

I’ll rescue you from afar, and this is your attitude?”

Did he save himself?

At this moment, the young man seemed to realize that there was something wrong with his attitude. He blinked his thick eyelids, and a smile that looked like crying appeared on his face that was almost as big as a rubber ball.

The two lips that were cut by the pebbles curled up and said, "My name is Chen Jiang. Thank you!"

"Hey!" Wei Lai said with a long voice, as if this was the right thing. Then he poked Chen Jiang's messy belly and said, "You have a broken arm, and the wound on your stomach is quite big."

Deep. I don’t know how to set bones, so I can only wrap up the wound for you first.”

"But you are quite cruel. How dare you pour liquor on your body with such a big wound?"

"Aren't you afraid that you will die of pain before you can escape the zombies?"

"My life...is hard..." Chen Jiang shook his head with difficulty, and replied with a grin: "Even if I die...I can't die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he cursed in a low voice with a distorted expression, "Huh...fuck me..."

Because he had just woken up, he didn't feel much yet. After saying a few words, his consciousness gradually recovered, and he could clearly feel the waves of pain coming from everywhere in his body.

Wei saw that he was in so much pain that there was no other good way to do it. He could only lower his head, light a cigarette and put it in his mouth, assuming it was anesthesia.

After Chen Jiang took a sip relying on his instinct to inhale, he asked: "Did you see that big guy? What color are its eyes?"

"Ahem...yellow..."

Chen Jiang took a big breath into his lungs. Although the location of the wound felt better, he almost choked himself to death. After coughing violently for a few times, he only spit out one word.

Yellow eyes?

Is this the level after green eyes?

Wei Lai was startled, but because of his stupidity, he almost didn't put the cigarette butt in Chen Jiang's mouth.

Noticing the face that quickly turned to the side, he quickly threw the butt of the cigarette under his feet, stamped it out, and looked down...

Sure enough, due to the cough just now and the twisting of the body now, the wound on Chen Jiang's stomach began to bleed again, and the blood had soaked through the layers of bandages.

"Ouch, fuck me!"

Wei Lai was shocked when he saw this. He quickly grabbed his backpack, rummaged through it, and found a bandage...