End of the World: Start by controlling a god's altar

Dugu Pang jumped up and cursed: "Damn it, Lao Cai Banzi's grandson dared to deceive us? I will stick them all into the ground with their heads down."

Su Yuan waved his hand and told Dugu Pang that there was no need.

Although this group of people are not good, they are much better than those who are scared to pee their pants when they see mutants.

And those who can become old hands are all good people. They just don't want to use their abilities in the right place.

Such people, once they can be convinced and made obedient, will be a considerable force!

While talking, Lao Cai Banzi and others have already packed up.

Su Yuan looked out and was immediately happy.

He saw more than 40 sharp guys wrapped in the cold wind, standing in two rows in front of him with their shoulders hunched and their backs hunched. Although their clothes were tattered and colorful, and they were so thin that their eye sockets were sunken.

But there was one thing that was very consistent. That is, each of them has shoulder-length hair that has not been cut for several months, flowing in the wind.

Su Yuan touched his nose and thought to himself, is this a doomsday style super boy group?

The style is really alternative. If it was placed before the end of the world, it would be a dark horse in the entertainment industry.

Su Yuan asked the nearest middle-aged man with serious dark circles: "What did you do before?"

The middle-aged man's hair was messy like a chicken coop. When he was asked by Su Yuan, he hurriedly spit into his palm twice, gathered his hair back, and said stiffly: "Boss, I, I used to write novels."

"Later, the zombies broke out, and I fled to the Light Base with a few companions. At that time, I still had some good things in my hand, bribed the captain of the guard, and got a job in the city defense team."

The fat man laughed and said: "What valuable things can you, a novelist, have, monthly tickets?"

"No..." The middle-aged man winked at Dugu Pang, "It's a hard drive. 320G of pornographic movies, 4K High-definition quality. "

"Damn it!" Dugu Pang immediately became excited, "What are you looking at me with? What's so good about porn? Do you have a backup? Give me a copy."

After the fat man finished speaking, he turned to Su Yuan and smiled, "I'm not a bad student. I'm watching with a critical and learning eye. I used to be obsessed with cooking and never had the chance to..."

"Okay!" Su Yuan waved his hand, "If you two want to discuss, get out of the way! Dark circles. "

"Yes!" The middle-aged man straightened up in a hurry.

"Go to Xu Jiajia to get a laptop, and write five chapters of novels for me every day. If you miss a word, you won't eat."

The face of the dark circle fell. Unexpectedly, at the end of the world, he couldn't escape the fate of being a manuscript farmer.

"Little Kebab," Su Yuan said with a smile on his face, "Don't be so polite. I want to ask you, where is Lao Han, how is he?"

Little Kebab pointed out the window, "He is lying outside, he has been dead for more than half a month... his body is frozen harder than stone."

Su Yuan sighed. The people who came with him from the village at the beginning may only be these few people in front of him.

At this time, he saw that the kitchen knife was still stuck in the waist of the old vegetable board, so he smiled and said, "You still have this kitchen knife?"

The old vegetable board smiled and said, "Boss, this is my food. The knife is still there."

Su Yuan nodded, "To tell you the truth, the landlord has no surplus food. My food has been consumed. If you want to have food, tighten your belts and go out with me to sweep."

As soon as Su Yuan finished speaking, the crowd exploded with a "buzz"!

People talked about it, saying that the bark of the trees in the forest outside had been eaten up. It's freezing cold, where can we find food?

The old chef also said that the camp has been here for so long, and the villages within a radius of more than ten kilometers have been searched countless times. If we go further, I'm afraid we won't even find a pickled vegetable.

Besides, they don't have any decent weapons now, only a body of dead skin peeled off from the dead. In this world full of mutants, what can they use to search for supplies.

Someone asked Su Yuan if he could distribute some artifacts obtained from the ruins to them? The emperor doesn't lack hungry soldiers, so he can't ask them to strangle mutants with this body of dead skin, right?

Others cried to Su Yuan, saying that they lacked medical care and medicine, and their injuries had not healed. Even if they were willing to put their heads on their belts and go out with him, they would only be a burden to him.

As long as they are not allowed to go out to die, they would rather eat only one meal every two days to keep from starving to death. I will try my best to control the food rations and try not to cause trouble to Su Yuan.

People were talking non-stop. The fat man got anxious and rolled the big chair under his butt and threw it to the ground with a bang.

"Shut up!" Dugu Pang glared and roared, "Don't you know who has the final say here?"

The crowd suddenly became silent and cast their eyes on Su Yuan.

Su Yuan slowly stood up and swept his eyes over everyone present.

"Wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, and dogs travel thousands of miles to eat shit!"

"My people must be howling wolves! Evil wolves!"

"Before, you asked Guangming Laogui for food, and asked Tangzhen for food. Now, you ask me for food again. What? Do you like to eat fish feed cakes so much? Eat one meal every two days and you are satisfied if you don't starve to death?"

"In that case, you don't deserve to be called alive, you can only say that you are not dead yet!"

Su Yuan pulled out the "syringe" with a "swish", and the cold metallic luster reflected the complex expressions on everyone's faces.

Su Yuan pointed the tip of the syringe at the crowd and said lightly: "Instead of living in such a cowardly way, it is better for me to give you a quick death to avoid suffering."

"Now tell me, who doesn't want to go out with me? Squeak. I promise that I can let him die before he feels the pain."

"Old vegetable board, do you want to live like a wolf, or euthanize like a dog?"

Old vegetable board trembled all over like Parkinson's disease, but dared not move a step. Because the sharp bevel of the syringe was against his throat.

The piercing cold made him feel that the blood in his body was about to solidify. He saw that Su Yuan's expression did not seem to be joking, as if he only nodded, Su Yuan would help him scatter his ashes.

"...I, I, I want to be a wolf!" Old vegetable board said with a half-crying voice.

"Very good!" Su Yuan pointed the syringe at the person next to the old vegetable board again, "What about you? The writer with dark circles under his eyes."

"I... I want to be a wolf too!" The writer with dark circles under his eyes wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his mouth was choked with fear.

"You, you, you, you..." Su Yuan asked everyone tirelessly. Everyone present said they wanted to be a howling wolf.

Even Wei Qiluo, whose face was much cleaner at this time, said in a seductive voice that she wanted to be a vicious wolf.

Su Yuan thought, you are just a woolly wolf, or a slutty fox.