First Player

Chapter 43 · "The Only Antidote"

"They came back with supplies, and finally they have something to pad their stomachs with!"

"Uncle is back! Will Mom and Dad have something to eat?"

There was a commotion in the shelter. Some people saw the huge pile of supplies that Yang Changxu and the others were carrying, and they were looking forward to it.

"Let's share the things with everyone. It's still the old rule, regardless of age, gender, and counted on the basis of the head, and the shares are shared equally." Yang Changxu distributed the things to everyone bit by bit.

Suddenly, he saw a woman rushing forward, the child in her arms was still crying.

"Minister Yang!" The woman burst into tears: "Pan Pan in our family is really hungry, there is really not enough food for him, please do me a favor, please give him more food..."

"Oh... Lesbians, you get up first..." Yang Changxu wanted to help her: "All the supermarkets that can be entered have been robbed, and some supermarkets are full of zombies that cannot enter... There is only so much, and everyone is not enough to eat. Can't specialize..."

As he was talking, a young woman in her twenties next to her also started crying:

"I... I can't bear this day... I can't eat enough, my parents don't know where they are, I don't want to play this game at all, but I don't want to die... How can I get out, I don't want to play Now, I want to be an audience... woo woo woo..."

"Uncle, my mother has been quarantined in that small house, when will she come out." A child pulled up his trousers.

Yang Changxu was stared at by everyone, a little at a loss.

……despair.

These people are unwilling to experience death, even if they do not actually die. Whether it's starving to death or committing suicide... a good death is worse than a life.

Even if they survived these fifteen days, they might be able to directly choose to become spectators instead of entering the next world.

People's desire to survive exists in any situation.

"Everyone, don't panic, calm down... Our team will go out to collect supplies every day, so that everyone can survive..." Yang Changxu could only use this promise to stabilize people. Suddenly, he took out the half bottle of purple that Su Mingan threw to him The antidote, shaking it in his hand:

"—Look everyone! We have already made a lot of progress, and we have obtained the perfect antidote that can cure the zombie virus from the generous first player! As long as we continue to study on this point, I believe everyone will not be afraid of zombies in the future! "

He originally thought of the effect of stabilizing people's hearts.

Let everyone believe in him—everything still has hope, and the future is not far away.

Then, he unexpectedly saw that the way everyone looked at him changed slightly.

While the fire of hope is burning in people's eyes, it is accompanied by endless desire and greed.

He suddenly realized something.

"Then." Someone said in the silence: "Who will distribute the only antidote to now?"

"—Give it to my family, Axiong!" A woman looked at him with hope in her eyes: "My family, Axiong, was the first to be quarantined, he must be very uncomfortable..."

Yang Changxu looked at her with a complicated expression. He would not tell her that her family Axiong had mutated into a zombie as early as the second day after being infected, and the body was cleaned up until it was incomplete.

"Save my brother Bolong!" The girl in school uniform mustered up her courage and said, "He was bitten to save people...he should be alive."

"Uncle, can my mother be released? Can that little bottle save my mother?"

A child looked at him innocently.

Yang Changxu stood there holding the bottle stiffly.

In the eyes of everyone looking forward to it, he opened his mouth with some difficulty:

"This bottle, the antidote." His voice was a little sluggish: "I will give it to Lao Qin...he is almost dying, he is a Ph. There is still hope... However, everyone, don't worry, even if you die, you can still be a spectator..."

"——What chance is there!" The middle-aged woman wailed: "What kind of alien game, Buddha bless, how can a person be resurrected after death!"

"What kind of audience, what kind of live broadcast... I have worked hard to farm and feed cattle all my life, and I have never heard of anything! This alien must want us to die!"

Someone suddenly picked up the club in hand and dragged his body out.

"Staying here is not an option, why not get some food while you still have the last bit of strength..."

"You, you... Sigh." Yang Changxu wanted to persuade, but he didn't know what to do. After all, he realized that his ability was indeed limited, and even if he tried his best, he couldn't save everyone.

He is a soldier, a soldier who obeys orders and orders, not an officer, and he can't manage this situation even if he wants to.

He stood there silently, watching people go out one by one.

A few figures gradually approached him, but he didn't pay attention, he just thought he wanted to say goodbye to himself who had protected them for so long.

"boom--!"

A steel pipe hit the back of Yang Changxu's head hard, causing an extremely strong dull pain.

Yang Changxu's vision was instantly blurred, and the bottle in his hand was thrown out, and was instantly scrambled by a group of people.

"Stop—stop... calm down, everyone!"

Yang Changxu's eyes were spinning, he was a little unsteady, and he still wanted to stop the chaos.

And at this moment, a middle-aged man finally grabbed the bottle of antidote, held it in his arms, and rushed towards the door——!

The middle-aged man's face was still splattered with blood. He didn't think much about it, because the door to the light was right in front of him——

"boom!"

His belly met the sole of a pitch-black shoe.

The person standing at the door kicked him in the stomach and kicked him back, drawing an arc faster than running.

A young man with a fire ax stained with black blood stood at the door, and the sunlight cast a long slanting shadow.

He stared at the chaos inside, and then moved his eyes to Yang Changxu, who was a little embarrassed.

"Do you think this group of people is worth saving?" he asked.