Pick up a doomsday safe house at the beginning

People are spoiled. If a child is pampered, he will definitely suffer when he grows up, because he will never meet his biological parents again outside.

If an adult is pampered, it will be difficult to escape from this environment. After all, this is a more comfortable feeling for the heart.

Meng Liang had already felt this kind of comfort along the way, and it was almost to the point where he was very uncomfortable with it.

A group of gentlemen tried their best to serve him.

Even when he wanted to dismount, several people came over and fell to their knees.

"Uncle, step on us and don't fall."

Meng Liang jumped down without stepping on them.

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It was so uncomfortable. He never thought about letting people become slaves in front of him.

Of course, if a beautiful woman can consider it, a beautiful woman who obeys her words and is willing to be a slave is so beautiful, and a group of gentlemen can forget it.

However, Meng Liang did not refuse them, knowing that their actions were actually for themselves. If he refused, it would make them lose hope.

After jumping off the horse, Meng Liang walked towards the woods, and the young man Guo Da followed him immediately.

Meng Liang looked at him and said with a smile:

"I'm going to pee, why are you following me?"

Guo Da looked cautious and whispered:

"I will be waiting on you wherever the boss goes."

Meng Liang felt a chill. Damn, this is really too much. How are you going to take care of me when I pee? Even if you are willing to serve me, I still won’t do it.

"Go, go, go away, don't disgust me."

Guo Da stood there awkwardly, then slowly followed after a few meters away from Meng Liang, kneeling at 360 degrees around the clock, so of course he had to follow.

Meng Liang was really speechless. He walked dozens of meters away and found a place to hide from others. After finishing his work, he looked back at Guo Dadao:

"How old are you."

"Boss, I am fifteen this year."

"Haha, you brat, he's only a few years younger than me. He used to be a student, right?"

After finishing his convenience, Meng Liang felt better and started chatting with the boy.

"kindness."

"Who are you, Guo Jing?"

"That's my second uncle."

"Your father's brother, what about your father?"

"Turn into a zombie and die."

Guo Da looked unhappy and lowered his head.

"It's normal for people to die in the apocalypse. Just look away. Is your mother still alive?"

"kindness."

"Also controlled by that dragon eye?"

"yes!"

There was some hatred on Guo Da's face.

"You are really wicked. You are fifteen this year, and your mother gave birth to you at twenty. You are already thirty-five years old. It is the time when you have taste. Have you ever been given anything by that longan?"

Guo Da waved his hands hurriedly upon hearing this.

"No, no, they are all locked together just to control us. If we die, my mother and other women will become their slaves. And my mother is not that old."

"Huh? You are already fifteen. How old is your mother?"

"My mother is twenty-nine.

"Fuck!"

Meng Liang was startled.

"Isn't it funny? It's illegal to give birth to a child at such a young age!"

"The boss doesn't know something. My father is Chinese, and my mother is a mixture of Chinese and Russian. Her nationality is Russian, and the legal age for marriage there is 14. My father and mother got married there, and they only got married after I was born. He returned to China and has since settled in China.”

Meng Liang suddenly realized.

Well, he was limited by his stereotyped thinking.

It is thought that women can only have children in their twenties.

In many countries, you only need to be over ten years old. I heard that in some places, you can reach the legal age of marriage as early as nine years old.

"How old is your father?"

"Ten years older than my mother."

"Ha, so when your father met your mother when he was twenty-four or five years old, he was able to do something to your mother? She was only fourteen at that time?"

"Well, my mother was 1.74 meters tall when she was fourteen. She seemed to be two centimeters taller than my father. My father didn't know that my mother was fourteen and thought she was in her early twenties."

Meng Liang was speechless.

Well, it's understandable that even if a person is of mixed race, he can grow tall and fast.

Meng Liang was really curious. He didn't know what kind of person Guo Da's young mother was.

The two people talked and returned to the team.

When Guo Jing saw Guo Da and Meng Liang chatting happily, there was some excitement on his face.

Meng Liang got on his horse and continued on his way. There was wilderness everywhere. Occasionally he encountered some small zombies, and Chen Meier immediately took action to kill them.

Luo Yuhuan looked extremely envious. Isn't this too awesome?

Further forward there is a village outside the fortress.

This place is less than five kilometers away from the fortress. It is a place where homeless people gather, and it is also the location of dozens of zombie training grounds.

For example, Guo Jing and his group wanted to lure the zombies here, into the pit, and then report them to Long Yan.

There are no separate levels in the leveling field, and all the pits are common.

Whoever's exterminator gets the zombies will come out to kill the zombies and upgrade them.

Therefore, this village is also a place where many bigwigs and nobles go.

The powerful and the humble coexisted, and it was naturally extremely chaotic. Gradually, it got a name, called Troubled Times Village.

Virtual humans have been divided into three, six or nine levels.

When the apocalypse broke out, some people fled the city first. They were lucky at that time that they didn't have to face zombies.

Sixty percent of the people trapped on the edge of the city died, but the remaining 40% controlled their own destiny.

They struggle to survive in the apocalypse, fighting zombies, people, and the sky.

Finally they escaped and reached the wild place.

Their level is enough for them to easily deal with those first-level rookies, so their souls begin to sublimate and move in the direction of evil.

A group of people who have not experienced the zombie crisis are brought into the apocalypse by their fellow humans.

Their property was robbed, their wives and daughters had no time to spare, and their families were ruined. It was more profound than experiencing the zombie apocalypse, so much so that they couldn't figure out whether humans or zombies were more hateful.

Meng Liang's cavalry saw the chaos of this troubled village at the entrance of the village.

There are messes and corpses everywhere. There are blood stains in many places and corpses in many places. Some people are alive as if they are dead, and some people are crying and laughing like crazy people.

Of course there are a lot of normal people out there who are oblivious to all this.

Sit and do your own thing.

There were a bunch of gaudy women wearing revealing clothes, shouting with the men coming and going.

There is obviously a difference from what he said before the end. The eldest brother is not here to play, but to beg for food.

"Boss, just one-third full is enough. I have a small appetite."

Yes, this is the sad thing. They sell themselves, but not for beauty, only for appetite, as long as one-third is full.

There were a few women with only 1 point of health who were even more miserable. They no longer had the energy to solicit customers, so they just knelt there in disheveled clothes, kowtowing desperately, and begging for their lives.

They even realize that their bodies are actually worthless, but they still have to pray.

That's just one corner, there's another corner that's the Merchant of Doom.

They have backgrounds from various major forces. Although they are just slaves, no one will bully them, allowing them to do business for their masters comfortably.

There are those who specialize in selling knives in the virtual world, and there are also those who sell game items. There is no currency in this kind of business. People have returned to the primitive, and exchanging things for things is the driving force of circulation here.

All these are just the colors of the doomsday, blood red but miserable, sad but carefree.

Meng Liang frowned and looked at everything, and couldn't help but speak softly, speaking lightly.

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The flowers wither and fall red in the apocalypse

The sun is cold and full of vicissitudes of life

Prejudice, sadness and tears here

Disaster corpses everywhere, eyes stained with blood