Global Distortion: The Mutation Frenzy of Billions of Lives

How many things?

You have to do the same for hundreds or thousands of pieces! !

No matter what happens, Bai Ting has to agree, because the consequences are absolutely unimaginable to her.

"A lot of people died this time."

"It should be easier for you to exploit those refugees."

Yang Feng had no psychological burden at all, his eyes were full of indifference, and life seemed to be just a number in his eyes.

"One pack of instant noodles a day, they should be able to accept it..."

Bai Ting trembled, hesitated for two seconds, and her eyes flashed with a more sinister light: "And with so many people dead, more food can be saved."

Yang Feng frowned.

Saving food was not his goal, but just part of the plan.

"Human life is worthless."

"Those who hide in their rooms and tremble, just dare to be a coward, eating and waiting to die... have no value whatsoever."

Yang Feng glanced outside the passage.

The corridor of the apartment is very long, with more than a dozen rooms lined up, and many worthless cowards are hiding there.

Bai Ting smiled apologetically beside her. She was about to say something, but was interrupted by Yang Feng again.

"Human life is valuable too."

"Those who dare to fight and kill, muster up the courage to face monsters, and fight tooth and nail in the apocalypse... are of great value."

Yang Feng sighed again, his eyes flashing sharply, as if he was planning some bigger plan.

"I want to make a deal."

The corner of Yang Feng's mouth raised slightly, and he took out a sarcoma-like object, which looked like a small heart. It was still warm in the palm of his hand.

"This is??"

Bai Ting's eyes widened. The small sarcoma looked a little disgusting, but there was faint fluorescent material flowing inside, which was mysterious and profound.

"Corpse tumor."

"This is the lowest form of cadaver tumor."

"It peels out of the dead center of the carrion's head."

Yang Feng's smile became a little more evil, and he continued: "I need these little sarcomas, so I am willing to exchange supplies and food."

Corpse tumor.

Bai Ting swallowed and probably understood what Yang Feng meant.

Her eyes were full of fear. If I understood correctly... the refugees need to kill monsters in exchange for more supplies! !

Yang Feng's eyes flickered.

His smile became more ferocious and he continued to explain: "People are very hungry now. One corpse tumor can be exchanged for 10 packs of instant noodles."

“It’s a good deal, right??”

Bai Ting's beautiful eyes widened and her whole body trembled, finally understanding the truth.

"You want the refugees to hunt those monsters??"

Bai Ting finally understood that hoarding and possessing all supplies was not Yang Feng's goal, but obtaining a large number of corpse tumors was his real plan.

This demonic man deliberately reduced the distribution of food and made everyone hungry, just to give them motivation to fight the monsters.

Yang Feng was noncommittal.

He still maintained a cruel and ferocious smile and continued: "There is enough food, steak, pork, chicken legs, red wine, whatever you want!!"

Supplies.

All are consumables.

After all, the speed at which a person can collect corpse tumors is limited.

Therefore, he will use his advantage to collect as many corpse tumors as possible, so that all the refugees in the entire building will become consumables for looting the corpse tumors.

certainly.

Yang Feng didn't want to establish power, let alone become a tycoon. That would be too troublesome and far less comfortable than being a lone wolf, but it was still possible to keep some slaves in captivity and fight for the corpse tumors for himself.

In his expectation, none of the survivors in the entire apartment might survive.

My neighbors stock up on food, and I stock up on my neighbors.

What Yang Feng wants is not just the food of his neighbors, but also their blood, their flesh, their bones, their lives...

Eat and wipe clean.

shed every last drop of blood.

All donated to the dark gold artifact level Ghost Face.

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4th floor.

People are panicked.

The doors to all rooms are locked for fear of being attacked by monsters.

Knock knock knock.

Sumanman and other refugees were knocking on the door, praying for someone to let them in.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Let me in, please let me in."

"This is my house...it was originally my house...why should I be kicked out..."

"I'm kind enough to take you in, can't you just let me hide for a little while??"

Sumanman knocked on the door of room 407, crying feebly, tears like big pearls rolled down, and finally fell weakly against the wall.

At this time, her condition became even more miserable.

Not eating for a whole day and night made her face pale and her body look very weak.

There were a few bruises on Sumanman's face, and there were also large patches of swelling on her delicate arms and fair thighs. It was obvious that she had been beaten by someone.

Someone wants to force her?

There were torn marks on Sumanman's clothes, but judging from her appearance, she would rather die than obey, and would rather be beaten than let the other party succeed.

Click.

Yang Feng walked to his room, took out the key and turned the door lock.

When Su Manman saw Yang Feng coming back, his eyes flashed with expectation, and he reluctantly stood up and walked towards this side.

"Yang Feng..."

"Can you help me?"

Sumanman bit her lip lightly.

She cried so hard, her face full of grievance and unwillingness, she lowered her head and begged.

"cannot."

Yang Feng decisively rejected her.

"I even helped you."

"You said you had no food, so I immediately gave you a self-heating hot pot!!"

Su Manman said more aggrievedly, and turned over the first day of the apocalypse. When she heard that Yang Feng needed help, she immediately gave him some food.

Of course.

Yang Feng didn't really need it, he was just mocking her.

"So what?"

"I think you are kind and should not ask for anything in return."

Yang Feng's words made Su Manman speechless. To be a qualified saint, you should give without asking for anything in return, and pay attention to selfless dedication.

"Kindness... does it make you hate it so much..."

Su Manman's eyes were red. She didn't understand what she had done wrong to make Yang Feng hate her so much.

Is kindness wrong? ?

Yang Feng recalled a little, and felt that a lot of bad memories were attacking him crazily.

Why did he become so indifferent?

Why did he become so bloodthirsty?

Why did he become so cruel?

Once upon a time, Yang Feng was also a kind young man.

Once upon a time, Yang Feng was also a warm and cheerful boy.

Once upon a time, Yang Feng was also optimistic and helped others in the end of the world without asking for anything in return.

What was the result?

Betrayal, suspicion, misunderstanding, false accusation, bullying, insult...unimaginable pain tore his self-esteem and broke his unrealistic fantasy.

Mud-stained shoes stepped on your head and half of your face was stepped into the mud.

The brown and yellow stench of filth poured all over the body, and was insulted in public by the strong and laughed at by people.

For a piece of food, for half a bottle of clean water, he had to compete with a vicious dog at the same time, which made the strong laugh.

Yang Feng knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, kowtowed and apologized constantly, defended his brothers and lovers who had been together day and night, and wanted to take all the blame... Looking back, he found that they had already betrayed him and put the blame on his head.

Shame.

The darkness and distortion of the end of the world tore apart all his kindness.

He learned to be patient.

He learned to be silent.

He learned to become stronger at all costs.

He learned to enjoy fighting, bathing in the blood rain with pleasure, fighting endlessly.

He learned to use the most cruel way to give the enemy fear and despair, and then tear them apart.

Pain is also a gift.

Everything that can't kill you will make you stronger.

Yang Feng recovered from his daze, and looked at Su Manman with a hint of playfulness.

"Thank you for helping me."

"So I want to give you a big gift in return."

Yang Feng patted Su Manman's shoulder, and the aggrieved girl suddenly showed joy, and the next sentence made her heart fall to the bottom again.

"A lesson."

"I want to teach you a lesson, your kindness is of no benefit."

Yang Feng retracted his hand and closed the door indifferently, leaving Su Manman standing there in a daze, messy in the wind.

Back to the room.

Yang Feng took out three emerald green corpse tumors.

It's finally time to harvest, it's time to evolve.