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

"Very good." After everyone expressed their opinions, Su Yuan nodded with satisfaction.

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"I have always respected other people's opinions. If you have any opinions in the future, you can tell me at any time without asking outsiders."

This "respect" was of course unanimously "recognized" by the general public, who all said they had no objections and did not dare to have any.

"Then let's go!" Su Yuan waved his hand, "Now take your first step as a wolf and go outside to get the sharp claws and fangs."

When people heard that there were weapons, they immediately became energetic and rushed outside to take a look. They found bronze metal weapons that looked like eyebrow-level sticks.

This weapon is as tall as a person and is half a stick and half a long, narrow and thin knife. Just enough for each person.

Su Yuan was able to take out weapons and distribute them to everyone so quickly, all thanks to the hurried work of more than a dozen mechanical trilobites. Anyway, the entire trident wreckage was made of metal, and the whole thing was a ready-made metal mine.

When the old waiter and the others saw that it was a melee weapon, their expressions suddenly became as ugly as the corpses they had stripped naked. Because the mortality rate in fighting mutants at close range is too high.

In the past, they were all players who hid in the crowd and fired cold shots, and fled immediately when they saw that the situation was not going well.

At this time, seeing Su Yuan let them and the mutant bayonets see red, their calves began to twist uncontrollably, and their bodies were shaking violently.

At this time, I heard someone murmuring: "Hammer, this stick is very heavy, how about you? At least give me some armor!"

Su Yuan looked at the man and found that he was a skinny young man who was not tall. He is about seventeen or eighteen years old and speaks with a strong local accent.

He flipped through the list of names, characteristics, and specialties that Lao Caiban had collected for him. The handwriting on it was crooked and scrawled.

It seems that the boss handed the pen and paper to everyone and asked everyone to fill it out.

Based on the characteristics, Su Yuan recognized the little man as Dong Sanguo. Su Yuan thought to himself that the father who named him was probably a very immodest person.

While struggling to read the handwriting on the list, Su Yuan read: "Dong Sanguo, nicknamed hot pot, and his specialty is... preparing hot pot base ingredients. Is this his fucking specialty?"

I saw the hotpot's mouth curled up, "What? I'm just making hot pot ingredients, can't I be a specialty? Then you have to taste the pot I prepared. Once you have eaten it, you won't say that." "

Su Yuan smiled and said: "You're not big, but you're very confident. That's alright, I'll have hot pot for today's meal. I want to have a taste of how good your craftsmanship is."

"I want it! I'll make sure you eat well." The little hotpot raised his chin high and was full of confidence.

Su Yuan turned around and said to the forty or so old, weak, sick and disabled people in front of him: "Weapons, armor, whatever I want, I have it, but only if you are qualified to get it. As long as you satisfy me, I can even Arm you up to your assholes!”

"Now, please stay calm and don't let the zombies pee your pants as soon as you go out. I, Su Yuan, can't afford to lose that person, do you know that?

Everyone responded in confusion:

"know!"

"clear!"

"OK!"

"Look, you!"

The corners of Su Yuan's mouth trembled unnaturally, and he shouted: "Let's go!"

A group of people sighed, tugging at the long knives that Su Yuan provided for them as ordinary Atlantis infantrymen, and followed Su Yuan sparsely.

The fat man walked up to the little hot pot with three steps, holding out his belly, and hummed: "Don't show your tongue when you are bragging. Don't ask me who your fat man is? I will scare you to death if you tell me."

The fat man pointed at his nose with his thumb and said with excitement: "Senior chef of a five-star hotel! How about it, are you scared? You have the nerve to show off your crappy pot base? Haha."

Little Hot Pot knew that Dugu Pang had an unusual position next to Su Yuan, so he rolled his eyes and did not dare to talk back to Dugu Pang.

His decision was obviously a wise one. Dugu Pang, when you ignore him, he can talk to himself for a long time. If you take advantage of him, it will be endless.

When it comes to eating hot pot, the stomachs of a group of people suddenly growl, like toads gathering together to have sex by the pond in summer.

Someone walked and muttered in a low voice: "I think it's the boss who's bragging, right? Are you still eating hot pot? We've plundered the surrounding trees so much that three layers of bark have been peeled off. How can there be anything edible?"

"Hey, maybe my boss wants to go somewhere far away. Let's go, it won't be cold when we walk."

"I hope he really took us to find food. What if he followed Cao Cao's trick and fooled us by looking at plum blossoms to quench our thirst, and then let us fight with others when we get there, it would be terrible."

…

The place where Su Yuan took everyone to was neither close nor far away. It was one of the two continuous mountain ranges on both sides of the ruins.

The side of the mountain facing the ruins may be extremely steep and desolate due to terrain reasons.

It is covered with white snow, like two huge white city walls.

Crossing the road that had collapsed due to tampering by Tang Zhen, Su Yuan led everyone to the other side of the mountain range.

Compared with the other side of the mountain, this side is like the left and right sides of the Tai Chi diagram. How desolate the other side is, how lush it is here.

On the snow-covered hillside, tree trunks covered with snowflakes look like white mushrooms. Ninety-nine percent of broadleaf vegetation has shed its leaves, conserving moisture for the cold winter to pass.

Some coniferous trees, such as pine, still remain green all year round. A few eagle owls can be vaguely heard in the lush canopy, like a female ghost howling at night.

The mutated plants have broken through millions of years of genetic constraints and grown extremely abstract. Even if Picasso drank too much and held the paintbrush between his feet, he still couldn't paint the strange and extraordinary world in front of him.

Mountains, jungles, cold wind, ice and snow, unknown mutant creatures, all kinds of elements are superimposed together, so that when people stand at the foot of the mountain, they suddenly have the illusion of standing in front of the gate of hell.

The dark-eyed writer still remembered Su Yuan's instruction to write five chapters of a novel every day, so he approached Su Yuan and planned to ask Su Yuan indirectly what genre he liked to read.

At this time, when he saw that Su Yuan was going to take them to climb the mountain and enter the forest, he couldn't help but show off: "Boss, I have experience in chewing tree bark. The bark of this coniferous tree is generally dry and hard. For example, pine trees The bark is like this, it doesn’t have much moisture and is very unpalatable.”

"If you are going to take us to chew tree bark, then I suggest that we don't get too close to the forest. Just find a few maple trees, elm trees and the like at the foot of the mountain and nibble on the bark."

"If you are lucky, the cores of some relatively young branches can also be eaten. When I couldn't make money writing novels, I would occasionally eat bark and grass roots as a tooth sacrifice."

"Oh, by the way, the needles of pine trees are also edible!"

"I heard that eating pine needle leaves can prevent and treat difficult diseases such as arteriosclerosis, hypertension, hyperlipidemia, diabetes, coronary heart disease, arrhythmia, cerebral infarction, Alzheimer's disease, etc. It is also very good for hair."

Su Yuan squinted at the dark-eyed writer with a strange look. Suddenly I felt that it was probably a mistake to let such a person write a novel for him.