Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 805 Assassination
The night was lonely.

The Taoist priest who had been running for a day tied his waist with a rope and connected it to the branch of this big tree.

About seven or eight meters from the ground, there happened to be a Y-shaped tree branch, which was just enough for him to lean against.

The mountains and forests are dense. The place where he is located is a relatively high place in the mountains and forests. Looking down, under the bath of moonlight, the leaves below reflect the soft white moonlight. The stars are like the waves of the ocean, which makes people feel inexplicably calm .

The Taoist stared at it for a while, then slowly closed his eyes. The evening wind was blowing slowly, rustling the leaves and rustling insects, like hypnotic music. He gradually fell asleep and fell asleep.

"Qingyang, how did you find us?" The senior brother looked at him in surprise. Behind the senior senior brother, there were also second senior senior brothers, who all surrounded him at this time.

He was about to step forward a little excitedly, but out of the corner of his eye, he clearly saw the wounds on the necks of the elder brother and the others that had been bitten by zombies.

Shocked all over, he backed away slowly.

"Qingyang, come here, you are the only one missing." The senior brother's voice was as mellow and loving as ever, just like in the Taoist temple back then.

"Qingyang, come here quickly."

The second senior brother waved his hand and shouted towards himself.

But the moment he looked up, he found that the faces of his seniors had already rotted, looking like zombies.

He wanted to talk and ask the brothers what happened to them and why they could still talk after being infected by zombies.

But his throat seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

"Qingyang, come here quickly." The elder brother said again, and he could even see that the elder brother seemed to be smiling from his rotten face.

"If you don't come over, then I will come over." The elder brother and the others suddenly walked towards him together.

He looked at the two senior brothers and kept backing away. He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the senior brothers.

"Qingyang, what's the matter with you, put down the sword, let's go back to the Taoist temple together, and never go down the mountain again. Okay?"

In a trance, he saw that the elder brother had changed back to his original appearance, and his face did not have any features of zombies.

Huhu——

Maybe it was because he was too nervous, Qingyang put down the sword and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that senior brother was in good condition.

Want to talk, I just thought you all turned into zombies.But when the words came to my lips, I couldn't say anything.

Seeing the seniors returning to normal, Qingyang put the sword back into the scabbard and walked over.

"Qingyang, it's okay. I know you must be exhausted. You have come to find us after running such a long way." The elder brother said softly, and put his hands on his shoulders.

After hearing what the senior brother said, he felt a little wronged. Since the separation, he has been tricked by many survivors, lived in the open, and must guard against zombies at all times, and his spirit is tense at all times.

He is too tired.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, slowly tightening.

He looked towards the elder brother with some doubts, only to see that the face of the elder brother returned to the appearance of a zombie, and then he bit his throat.

"cough cough"

With blood foaming from his throat and spouting blood from his mouth, he watched in disbelief that the second senior brother also turned into a zombie and walked over, as if he was going to eat him.

"No!" he yelled suddenly.

At the same time, he sat up on the tree branch and opened his eyes.

There was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with horror.

after a few seconds.

Roar--

The roar of zombies under the tree woke him up. He looked around and saw that the moon had risen to the sky. He was sitting on a tree seven or eight meters high with a rope tied around his waist.

Gudong!

He swallowed with difficulty, his throat was a little dry and uncomfortable, as if it was about to smoke.

He took a gourd from his waist, opened the mouth of the gourd, and drank a few mouthfuls of water.

The burning sensation in the throat disappeared quite a bit.

Huhu——

Panting heavily, he glanced at the zombie under the tree, trying to catch him with its teeth and claws, but since he was seven or eight meters high on the tree, the zombie was helpless.

The Taoist took a look and ignored it.

Zombies can't climb trees, if they can climb trees, it will be troublesome.

So he stuffed the gourd, put his hands on his shoulders, and quietly looked at the mountains and forests under the moonlight.

Feeling inexplicably sad, it has been half a year, and there has been no news from my senior brother for half a year.

This journey has been extremely difficult.

When going down the mountain, the senior brother said that he wanted to save the world and hone his Taoism.

But a wave of zombies separated them, and he embarked on the road to find his senior brother. Some survivors he met later disappointed him.

People like this can't be saved.

He was lost for a while, not knowing what he should do, what to do.

But thinking of the group of people he met during the day today, he was sure that he absolutely did not know those people.

But those people saved him, which caused a great change in his heart.

Dao heart sharpened, maybe this is what the senior brother said.

He couldn't find his brother around, and most importantly, he didn't know where to look for him. He ran around like this for more than half a year without any clues at all.

Simply go to those people, maybe it is also a direction.

Qingyang murmured in a low voice, then leaned against the tree again, and closed his eyes.

The zombies under the tree were still roaring, but it didn't affect him. During this time, he had gotten used to the roaring of zombies in his ears, and he could fall asleep and rest in any environment.

Oil City.

Outside the wall, there were also some materials used to repair the wall. As the night came, they lit some small oil pits around them. In the light of the fire, some zombies could be seen wandering outside under the wall.

in the dining hall.

Old Huangtou chewed his food bit by bit, and a tall and thin boy sat beside him.

"Old Huang, why don't we stay here? I don't know how far the big camphor tree base they mentioned is. What if we encounter zombies on the way?" Said.

Old Huangtou swallowed the food in his mouth, and then took a sip of water.

He said in a low voice, "I'm interested in the four levels established by the camphor tree base. What do you think of those people?"

The tall and thin boy said with some admiration after hearing the words: "They are very strong, very strong. And they are completely different from the motorcycle gang. They should be good people."

The old Huangtou smiled and said: "The word good person is not used properly, these days, there is no such thing as a so-called good person, but they are all for survival.

But these people have a way of doing things and have some principles, which is enough.

In addition, since these people are so strong, we need to get as close to them as possible. Only by being close to them can we live longer. "

The tall and thin boy said hesitantly: "But it's the same in the oil city. After the wall is repaired, it will definitely become much safer than before."

"But what if? Those people will definitely leave here later. Perhaps for them, the Oil City Walled City is just a station to obtain oil. The big camphor tree base will definitely be much better than here, and it will resist risks. The ability is definitely higher than here."

"How do you know?" The tall and thin boy asked in surprise.

The old Huangtou said speechlessly: "You own a house, you are willing to decorate it, right? But you rent a house, are you willing to do something special?"

"It's not the same thing."

The old Huangtou shook his head and said: "For example, they will definitely spend more effort and energy on the big camphor tree base. We just need to keep up with them. I don't think this big camphor tree base is simple. , the four-level system actually gives a relatively safe development path."

The tall and thin boy nodded with a vague understanding.

But he looked up and saw Jiuge and the others, his eyes flickering.

There used to be a lot of people in the Walled City of Petroleum, and many people have only met each other, and they don't have much friendship with each other.

The last time Jiu Ge was locked in the motorcycle party lair together, Jiu Ge did not open the door after listening to Lao Huang's words, and they all survived in the end.

This time, Jiu Ge originally planned to stay in Petroleum City, but seeing that Lao Huang also stayed, Jiu Ge and the others followed suit.

This old yellow head has never suffered
Let's go, the tall and thin boy thought in his heart.

Two or three kilometers away from the Oil City Walled City, there is a small village that has been abandoned for a long time.

Originally, many people in the Oil Walled City came from this small village.

At this time, the group of people who were originally enslaved by the motorcycle party and rescued by Li Yu and the others stayed in this small village.

In small villages and towns, there are ruins everywhere.

Without a single light, scattered zombies roamed the dirt roads in the villages and towns.

These collaborators hid in the villages and towns, nervously watching the zombies outside.

There is a small courtyard on the right side of the village, the courtyard wall is slightly intact, there are two big trees inside, and two small bungalows behind the big trees.

In the bungalow, the sound of breathing came and went.

"Wannian, have you made up your mind, do you want to do it or not? The brothers will wait for you to make up your mind." One of the rough-looking men said impatiently.

The man called Wannian had a scar on his face.

The moonlight from outside the window shone on the man's face. The scar was like a wriggling bug, which looked terrifying.

"Brother Bao, we are actually pretty good now. At least we can have two meals a day, and we can save some food every day. Isn't that pretty good? Why do we have to fight those perverts?
The motorcycle gang is so strong that they have been beaten to the ground, not to mention us people, we can't do what they do. "

With a look of hesitation on Wannian's face, he sighed and said.

Hearing this, Brother Bao said with a bit of resentment, "Come with me."

Wannian didn't know why, and followed Brother Bao out of the room. After a few people walked out of the musty room, Brother Bao pointed to the oil city in the distance, and the fire lit up the sky. There are even some lights inside, forming a strong contrast with the darkness on their side.

Brother Bao looked at Oil City Walled with some hatred, and said, "We are also slaves of the motorcycle gang. According to what they said, we are also cooperative members. Why can the old Huangtou and his gang stay in the safe enclosure? I don't care about my life or death.

What kind of reason is this?I don't agree. "

When Wannian saw the lights in the distance and looked at the wall over there, he also felt a little uncomfortable.

But he still opened his mouth and said: "After all, the old Huangtou and those people are originally from the oil city, and they also rely on labor to earn food."

Brother Bao became even more upset when he heard this, and said:

"Bullshit! What kind of oil city, that group of people were also taken from the motorcycle gang, and it's unfair to have anything to do with the old Huangtou and the others.

They are staying safely inside, and we are going to run outside here in fear. Lao Mao's group was eaten by zombies in the middle of the night the day before yesterday, and it will be our turn soon.

What's more, those of us who say it nicely are cooperators, and what we say badly are temporary workers. You see, when the fence is repaired, they will definitely not care about us anymore, and they will not give us food anymore. "

As soon as this remark came out, Wannian's eyes pondered, and he seemed to be moved, what Brother Bao said made sense.

And there's a good chance that something like this will happen.

It just doesn't feel right.

After all, these people like me were saved by those people, and I didn't owe them anything to me.

how
Brother Bao saw that the expression in his eyes changed from a little excitement to a hesitation.

So a strong dose of medicine was given: "Thousands of years, people have died for money, and birds have died for food. Now you know the situation. If the wall is repaired later, if there is no food, we have to go find it. Do you think it is still possible now?" Have you found any food?"

"This" Brother Bao said is a very realistic problem.

The apocalypse has erupted for so long, and the food in the building has been looted several times, and it is basically impossible to find food again.

Without food, they starve to death.

Wan Nian hesitated and said: "You are right, but take a step back and say, those people have guns, what do we have? Besides, so many of them are monitoring us, we will die no matter what we do."

Thinking of Wannian is a bit of a headache. When they repair the wall during the day, there will be some guards with live ammunition watching them, and they can't make any small moves at all.

Hearing what he said, Baomin was sure that he had been persuaded for ten thousand years.

I'm not afraid that he's worried, but I'm afraid that he won't dare to think.

So, Brother Bao said with a smile: "I've thought about this a long time ago, and you should have seen it before. Who is the leader of those people, remember?"

Wan Nian frowned and recalled, "I know, the young man who came back this afternoon, right?"

"That's right, it's him. Didn't you notice that there is no one protecting him? And that leader often comes to the fence to check on the situation. Isn't this our chance?" Brother Bao said with a smile on his face.

Wannian looked at Brother Bao in surprise and said, "You mean, you want to start with him?"

Brother Bao smiled all over his face, nodded and said, "Yes! To capture the thief, first capture the king, and bring the emperor to command the princes."

Someone behind said: "Brother Bao, you are really educated."

With a proud face on his face, Brother Bao continued: "Including you, the five of us, when the time comes, see the right time, and together we will control him.

Hehe, when the time comes, after we control him, if we ask for food, guns, and a car, we will run away immediately, and they will not be able to catch up with us. "

Wannian's eyes were a little moved, and he seemed to be persuaded.

But the eyelids kept twitching, and he said, "What if those people don't care about the leader and are kidnapped? What if we are directly forced to kill us?"

Brother Bao smiled and said confidently: "Don't worry, after these days of observation, even that middle-aged man listens to him, which means that group of people care about this young man very much. In a word, do you want to do it?"

Don't talk about other nonsense. "

"Yes, Brother Wannian, you are very skilled. With your participation, great things can be accomplished."

"Wannian, don't hesitate, there may be no chance in a few days."

Several people next to him tried to persuade him.

Wannian felt ruthless, raised his head and said, "Success, count me in!"

Everyone laughed softly.

There was a sudden bang outside the yard, which made the few of them stop laughing and looked out of the yard carefully.

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(End of this chapter)