The end of the world begins with failing an exam

"Not entirely."

Chen Bofu glanced at Chen Jing and said meaningfully.

"I just want you to see what kind of position a weak person would be in the wasteland..."

…

When he walked out of the RV, Chen Jing was still a little nervous. After all, this was the first time he had set foot on the wasteland...

have to say.

The feeling on the ground was just as he imagined.

Hard and rough.

No soil, just rock.

When you step on the moss, it feels soft and elastic, like a spring mattress.

"A dog's eyes look down upon others..." Wei Nan followed Chen Jing, still glaring at the gatekeeper angrily.

It seemed that she was offended by the other person's provocative eyes. If Chen Jing hadn't been dragging her to persuade her, she would probably have fought with that person as soon as she got out of the car.

The gatekeeper is a middle-aged man.

It looks no different from ordinary humans, but there is a vague smell of old descendants on his body. Judging from the smell, he should not be of high rank... at least not as high as Wei Nan.

Under Chen Bofu's instructions.

Wei Nan and Yan Que both suppressed their auras to the level of Sequence 1.

Chen Jing doesn't need to be suppressed, because he is a little trash to begin with.

"I haven't been to a place like this for a long time..."

Chen Bofu walked in the front with his hands behind his back, not caring about the strange and provocative looks of others, with a smile on his face, as leisurely as if he was going shopping.

"The smell here still hasn't changed...it seems like every gathering place has this smell..."

After hearing what the old man said, Chen Jing subconsciously wrinkled his nose and smelled it, only to find that in addition to the fresh aroma of moss, there was also a vague aroma of stewed meat in the air...

The more he followed the old man, he walked deeper into the gathering place.

The aroma of meat that Chen Jing could smell became stronger.

There seemed to be a grand banquet going on at this gathering place.

Most of the old descendants did not stay in the tents, but gathered around the bonfire in the central square.

over there.

There was a large pot suspended by an iron chain. The pot was steaming, and the aroma of meat came from it.

The chef wearing an apron was sharpening his knife while arguing with the people next to him.

"We agreed on two thousand SGD! There will be no discount! If anyone tries to bargain again, I will throw it all into the pot!"

"Okay, okay, hurry up, we are almost starving to death..."

Hearing the urging of others, the chef was also a little impatient. He raised the kitchen knife with a curse, checked the blade in the light of the fire, and made sure it was sharp enough before putting it back on his waist.

"What's cooking in that pot? It smells quite fragrant..." Chen Jing asked curiously, his nose couldn't help but twitch, "Is it a local specialty?"

Local specialties?

Chen Bofu turned around and glanced at his good grandson.

He thought about it.

Then nodded.

"So be it."

At this moment, the chef took two steps to the side, grasped the handle of the wooden frame on the side and started to shake, and slowly lowered the huge iron pot.

Chen Jing couldn't help but took a few steps forward, and curiously leaned out of the crowd to look over there.

There is milky white soup in the pot.

The fragrance is rich and refreshing.

Whenever there are huge bubbles in the pot, some human heads that have been cooked until the meat is crispy and the bones are rotten will float up.

“Stewed Santongzi Soup! The soup and meat are two thousand SGD each!”

The chef picked up a huge spoon and stirred it in the pot, and started shouting impatiently.

"If you want to buy it, come here! If you don't want to buy it, don't stop me from doing business! Hey! I'm talking about you! If you don't want to buy it, get out of here!"

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Oops!

What a special dish!

Chen Jing suppressed his nausea and slowly withdrew from the crowd.

Although he had not been in the other world for a short time, and he still had the memory of "Chen Jing of the other world" in his brain, no matter what, he still couldn't accept cannibalism... Of course, Chen Jing of the other world before Nor can it be accepted.

"The color of the soup is so bad! How dare you sell it for money?" Chen Boxu couldn't help but complain, turned around and left with contempt on his face.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly followed.

to be honest.

This gathering place was far more lively than Chen Jing imagined.

He was a bit doubtful whether this place was similar to the market in the world.

These tents can not only be used to house people, but can also be used as shops.

Some ancient descendants sell food, drinking water and various daily necessities in tents.

Others are selling a variety of motor vehicle spare parts, or drugs stolen from the transportation fleets of some major pharmaceutical companies.

besides.

There are also a very small number of merchants selling "relics" that don't look good, as well as some "living things" that cannot be circulated in Yongye Market.

"Jingjing."

Chen Bofu, who was walking in front, slowed down his pace slightly, turned his head and asked his good grandson with interest.

"Do you know who was stewed in the pot before?"

"Who?" Chen Jing was still confused, "Do you know him?"

"What the hell... where can I meet you?" Chen Boxu glared at him angrily, "Is this the point of what grandpa is telling you?"

"Oh, I don't know you..." Chen Jing said perfunctorily, focusing on the nearby vendors.

"I mean...it's all your damn fault for interrupting!"

For a moment, Chen Boxu was so angry that he glared at Wei Nan and Yan Que, leaving them both confused.

Seeing you educating your grandson, we didn’t even dare to speak!

I even held my breath!

Can this be blamed on us? !

"What do you mean by grandpa..." Chen Boxu turned to look at his good grandson, and showed his amiable expression again, "The things boiling in that pot are all wandering around in the wasteland like us. People who want to make a living.”

Chen Jing glanced at the old man and said nothing.

"The weak are the original sin in the wasteland." Chen Bofu whispered, intending to teach his good grandson a lesson, "So you must remember..."

"The weak eat the strong, right?" Chen Jing couldn't help but interrupt him.

Chen Bofu was stunned and nodded.

"Don't call it a wasteland, isn't it?"

Chen Jing felt that the old man treated him as a child, and his tone was very helpless.

"I know that weak people have no place in this world, so I will definitely work hard to advance to the rank. Don't worry about me."

"Oh, you are quite enlightened." Chen Bofu said in surprise, "I'm afraid that you will slack off and become an old descendant after a long time. Don't..."

"Am I still slacking off?" Chen Jing felt that the old man was simply worrying, "Am I not rushing all the way to the promotion sequence?"

"Oh, it's mainly because you usually don't pay much attention to it, and I'm afraid you're like these two losers..." Chen Bofu pointed at Wei Nan and Yan Que unceremoniously, "One just plays games and the other They just hide at home and play with birds, don’t imitate them!”

Yanque: "..."

Wei Nan: "..."

Chen Jing felt that the old man's ultimate sequence should not be a "disaster".

It should be "ridicule".

Just his mouth.

If the awakening sequence is not a mockery, it is really too humiliating.

"Old man...I didn't offend you, did I..." Wei Nan looked at Chen Boxu in disbelief, his tone was both innocent and sad, "Why do you call me a waste...haven't I not heard the divine revelation yet? "

"Yes." Yanque nodded, with a very unkind expression, "I didn't hear it either, so I can't be promoted."

"Look, this kind of person just can't speak, and even talks back, making himself look particularly reasonable..."

Chen Boxu pretended not to hear their explanations and led Chen Jing to the back of the team.

"Jingjing, there is another thing that grandpa wants to teach you, that is, you must not be too kind..." Chen Bofu said softly, "Kind people are destined to live a very difficult life in this world. In the wasteland These people who were stewed and eaten are living examples.”

After saying that, the old man scratched his head again, showing great distress.

"Although I am here, I can make you live the way you want, but I don't know if I can take care of you for the rest of your life..."

"Yes." Chen Jing gently held the old man's hand and spoke in a low voice, "And I'm not that kind."

Hearing this, Chen Boxu turned his head and glanced at him in surprise, but finally said nothing.

Am I kind?

Chen Jing also asked himself in his heart.

But unfortunately, he racked his brains and couldn't come up with an answer.

Because from a certain perspective, Chen Jing found that he was quite kind, but sometimes...

"This polluted species looks strange!"

Suddenly, Wei Nan, who was walking at the front, let out an exclamation.

I saw her dragging the reluctant Yanque to a certain stall.

"Boss, what is this?"

"Wolf."

The stall owner is an old man with a very big head. Although he looks like a normal person, his sickly and swollen head is still... It should be said that it is a bit disgusting.

The skin on his head was swollen almost to the point of translucence.

There seems to be a lot of viscous liquid inside.

You can vaguely see some parasite-like things swimming in it.

The bulging eyeballs were lifeless.

The way he looks at people is always eerie.

"Are you sure this thing is a wolf?"

At this time, Chen Boxu also walked over with his good grandson, looking at the animal that was about as tall as the front of a car with a puzzled expression.

In terms of body shape, it does look like a wolf.

But when it comes to looks...

No matter how he looked at it, Chen Jing felt that it was a variant of Erha.

With clear and silly eyes, he kept grinning with his tongue hanging out, and there were several rows of fine teeth in his mouth.