Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead.

Chapter 143 Utopia?Cotton Candy Vendors Waiting for Nobles
Compared with the oppressive atmosphere in the city that only roared and roared, the atmosphere at the foot of Shushan Mountain seemed like a utopia.

It was already around ten o'clock in the evening. If they were in the city, people would curl up in a corner, praying that they would not be caught by the monsters that came out to look for food at night.

In Shushan, compared with it, it is completely two extremes.

On the wide road between Shushan High School and Dashushan, solar street lamps are shining brightly.

On both sides of the road, dozens of snack carts are filled with delicious food.

The bustling crowd wanders here, enjoying the food that they haven't eaten for a long time, and the tranquility.

A marshmallow vendor poured white sugar into a basin, and the gas flicked on to heat the solid sugar to a liquid state.

The busy street vendor was sweating profusely, stirring the sugar solution with one hand, and wiping the sweat off his face with the towel hanging around his neck with the other hand, and yelled heartily when he looked up: "New fellows, don't miss it when you pass by." ah!"

"Marshmallow!"

"free!"

"free!!!"

A stinking survivor stumbled to the entrance of the snack street, staring dumbfounded at the bustling crowd eating delicious food in front of him.

If it wasn't for the festering wound on his hand that was sending pain to his nerves, he must have thought he had crossed.

The scene in front of me did not have any taste of the end of the world.

On the contrary, it looks like a snack street in a peaceful era.

In the crowded snack street, many people who are in a mess like him are leading the food and feasting on it.

The survivor swallowed, walked quickly towards the cotton candy vendor next to the entrance of the snack street, and asked tentatively, "Brother, is it free?"

The vendor did not show the slightest disdain for his tattered clothes, but enthusiastically took off one of the marshmallows made in advance and handed it to the survivors: "Praise the Lord! Of course it is free!"

The survivor took the marshmallow in disbelief, his Adam's apple squirmed, and he was worried that it might be poisoned. From the corner of his eyes, he kept observing the people who were binge-eating at other food stalls around him.

Even though people who met before coming here said that the Hall of Past Rebirth is good and that good, but once you come up, you can eat for free?

Survivors are still in disbelief.

The vendor didn't urge him, but just asked with an extremely enthusiastic smile: "How old are you, buddy? Now there is a shortage of talents for many important positions in the Hall of Death. If you are of a higher level, you might as well try to find a good job!"

After hesitating, the survivor lied, "Level four!"

In fact, he is only two levels.

It's not a cold winter, everyone is wearing short sleeves.

The vendor, who had seen this kind of empty teeth, glanced at the survivor's bare arms and general figure, and knew in his heart that the survivor had survived to the third level.

Because anyone who adds a bit of physique will have obvious changes in body shape.

Unless he is full of energy, it is impossible for him to be so thin.

And the merchants naturally don't believe that there will be people with a little more energy, because those who did that have long since died.

The vendor, who knew the other party was lying, did not expose the other party's lies, but just murmured in his heart: Here comes another pig with green onions in his nose.

Then he smiled at the other party, then lowered his head and continued to be busy with the work in hand.

The vendor manipulated the machine skillfully, pulled the syrup into silk, and then spun it into fluffy white cotton candy.

After placing the finished product on the snack cart, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the survivors who were still hesitating whether to eat, smiled again, and continued to pour sugar into the heating chamber of the machine.

Being here every day making marshmallows is a good dude compared to other jobs.

No need to go out to take risks, no need to patrol outside the security line to warn, just stay here and make marshmallows, and you will be safe.

For every more cotton candy he gave out, his contribution point income would be a little more.

If you can meet a noble person in such a feng shui treasure at the interface of the snack street.

The ascension of chickens and dogs is just around the corner.

If it weren't for the fact that he had the mayor's father working as a secretary on the mountain, he probably wouldn't be able to get this good job.

This is also one of the talent landing policies formulated and implemented by the high priest a month ago.

Newcomer survivors can eat a free meal in this snack street, except that you can't take it away, you can eat it to death.

And next to Shushan High School, in front of the statue of the Skeleton God, there is a large projector that will play some movies and the like.

According to the normal process, after the new survivors have eaten and drank enough here, they will all go there to watch a tear-jerking movie.

Then drink the fat house happy water provided by the Palace of Past Life, eat potato chips, and cry, the household registration statisticians in the crowd with notebooks, paper and pens will count your personal information, if you decide to stay in the past life in the future Temple, then this information will become an important factor in your future job assignment.

It is worth mentioning that believers who have joined the Hall of Rebirth, besides not being able to eat for free in the snack street, they can also enter the Skeleton God Square with the special welfare quota allocated by their superiors after work, and have fun with these newcomers. Survivors watch movies, drink happy water, eat potato chips, etc.

What's more worth mentioning is that the original household registration personnel were sitting behind their desks, sipping tea at a high level, arrogantly instructing them to count the new survivors who bowed behind the bars.

But since a month ago, there was a tragedy in which an ordinary high-ranking candidate was neglected and bullied by them, and then he rose up to kill.

Those household registration personnel can no longer sit comfortably behind bars and drink tea as before.

Instead, he took a pen and paper, left the comfortable office area, and came to the current working environment under the supervision of supervisors.

The survivors hesitated for a long time in front of the marshmallow stand, until they could no longer resist their hunger, so they took a sip of the marshmallow.

The marshmallows are so light that they melt in your mouth with just one bite.

Tasting the taste that I thought I would never taste again in this life.

The nervousness on the faces of the survivors quickly turned into enjoyment, carefully feeling the taste of happiness.

After a short time, the survivors who put down their guard ate up the marshmallows.

More and more courageous, he took aim at the lean meatball next to him.

After asking the stall owner, the answer I got was still free.

Just like that, the survivors, holding all kinds of snacks in their arms and showing off wildly, had only one evaluation in their hearts of the Hall of Past Rebirth who had only heard of its name and saw it for the first time: great!Those who boast about the Palace of Rebirth are right!

After eating and drinking enough, under the guidance of an armed officer, he went to the viewing square in the distance.

The original gate of Shushan High School has been demolished.

Instead, there are gardens of exotic flowers of all colors.

The survivors walked on the garden path, smelling the fragrance of flowers in their noses.

"These are flowers transplanted by forestry experts from the Department of Agriculture and Science."

The armed personnel looked at the survivor who was holding a piece of stinky tofu tightly in his hands and said with a kind smile: "If you have relevant skills and expertise, you can tell me about it when you register later. Many construction sites in our Xiangsheng Temple now need to be covered with green plants. .”

The survivors of the long drought and the rain kept showing off the stinky tofu, and replied vaguely: "Oh. Good!"

After crossing the garden path, we soon came to a huge square.

The first thing that catches the eye is a ten-meter-high skeleton statue.

The statue was illuminated by spotlights from all directions. Even at night, people still noticed the statue holding a sword and shield and roaring silently to the sky at first sight.

The armed man stared up, folded his hands on his chest, and said very reverently: "Praise the Lord!"

Then he introduced to the somewhat ignorant survivors: "This is the protector sent to us by the Palace Master. There is a protector at the foot of Shushan Mountain. If you are qualified to go up the mountain in the future, you will naturally be able to see it."

Around the statue, there are four huge curtains, on which a certain tear-jerking movie is playing.

Behind the curtain, there were hundreds of spectators, some of them were survivors who had just arrived, and some of them were believers who had received leadership rewards.

The survivors, like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, were ignorantly taken to an empty stool by the armed men and sat down.

When seated, the person next to him gave a friendly smile and folded his hands on his chest: "Praise the Lord!"

Just when the survivor was a little confused and didn't know how to respond, he suddenly discovered in surprise that some people beside the man also folded their hands on their chests: "Praise the Lord!"

This praise to the Hall Master swept the entire moviegoing crowd like a wave.

The voices of praise to the Palace Master engulfed the survivors like waves, making him imitate his hands crossed in front of his chest with a look of apprehension: "Praise the Palace Master!"

The crowd quickly returned to the quietness of watching the movie.

When the survivors looked at the scene on the projection screen that almost made them cry.

An armed man walked over with a man in a white shirt holding a pen and paper.

The latter also wore a badge of a household registration officer around his neck.

"Praise the Lord!"

"Fellow! Welcome home!"

Next to the snack street entrance.

The marshmallow vendor looked at the many finished marshmallows placed in front of his stall, and sighed continuously.

Originally relying on the relationship of the mayor's father, he managed to get such a good position.

He thought about meeting a noble person all day long, and then relied on the noble person to fly three thousand miles, but he ignored one thing.

Normally speaking, high-level nobles seldom eat cotton candy
When they came to the snack street, they either waited and watched with vigilance on their faces.

Either Yigao people boldly go directly into the snack street to taste those sizzling barbecue or other snacks.

Basically no one will stop here to eat his cotton candy.

But unfortunately, the location and the products of the vendors are fixed above.

No matter how hard his mayor father tried, he still couldn't replace the marshmallows in this good location with other foods that could make people stop.

According to the mayor's father, this is an order issued by the high priest himself.

Because only in this way, to a certain extent, it is fair to the vendors.

"Hey, why haven't you met a high-level Chosen One today?"

The vendor sat on the snack cart and fingernailed boredly, but whoever could let him meet a fifth-level chosen person, with his perfect tongue, could.
"Ok?"

Out of the corner of his eye, the vendor saw two figures walking away from the crowd on the road, walking alone along the edge of the green belt towards the main road of Shushan Mountain.

The vendor turned his head and looked carefully.

It was a thin figure wrapped in black clothes.

Behind him followed a child who never left.

Both of them were wearing masks and hats, which made it difficult for the vendors to see their faces clearly.

But the vendor keenly noticed one thing, that is, there were no traces of repeated soaking in blood or mud on the shoes of the two of them!

You know, the city is very dangerous, and there are no sanitation workers to clean up the environment there.

After people walk through various environments, the shoes will inevitably be soaked and stained.

But the shoes of those two people, although a little dirty on the outside, are generally the cleanest among all the survivors the vendor has seen!
This shows two things.

Or, the big and the young are prudent high-level candidates!
That is to say, the noble person who has the opportunity to make him skyrocket three thousand miles!
Or, the big one and the young one are just lucky, and they found the shoes that fit them before coming here and changed them, wanting to be more decent!
No matter what it is, it is worth his shouting!

Anyway, the cost of cotton candy is public!
"Hey!" The vendor hurriedly stood up and shouted, "That young man and that child!"

"Do you want marshmallows?"

"It's free!"

After the vendor finished yelling, he saw the figure stop under the street lamp. At this moment, the vendor noticed that the black clothes on the figure seemed to be something like a cloak.

After the figure stopped, he bowed his head and said something to the child.

The vendor only saw the child look at the many formed marshmallows placed on his snack cart, first shook his head, then nodded without knowing what the figure said.

Seeing the figure walking towards this side with the child.

The vendor quickly put on a warm smile on his face, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to choose the best-looking cotton candy.

"hiss!"

"Why is it so cold?"

A gust of cold wind blew straight towards the snack street, and many vendors stopped their work and hurriedly took out their coats and put them on.

Since more than a month ago, it has been cold here from time to time, and everyone is prepared.

But today, it seems to be unusually cold.

Even though the marshmallow vendors have put on the thick coats prepared in advance, they still feel inexplicably cold.

At this time, the two figures had already arrived in front of the booth.

The person wrapped in a black cloak was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but through his exposed pale eyebrows and eyes, the vendor's heart skipped a beat.

He looked carefully at the bloodshot eyes of the other party, and felt another thump in his heart.

Finally, after taking a closer look at his thin body, the vendor was even more disappointed.

At this moment, the street vendor has already determined in his heart that this is not a nobleman.

This is also a refugee who has gone through all kinds of dangers and escaped from hiding in the city.

He is no longer going to ask about the level of Qi Lin and the two, because there is no need to poke their sore spots.

People who are still in the first or second level at this moment are basically timid and fearful people.

However, the street vendor has the mayor's father after all, so naturally he will not show the disappointment in his heart under the instruction of ear to ear, and he still enthusiastically said according to the procedure: "This is all the gift of the palace master, don't worry, fellow!"

“All you can eat and drink for free on this street!”

The child hid behind Qi Lin. Although he was attracted by the cotton candy and stared at the cotton candy handed over, his left hand was still tightly clutching Qi Lin's wandering mage cloak, with a nervous expression on his face, as if he was afraid that Qi Lin would run away .

Qi Lin took the marshmallow and handed it to Xiao Di, a hoarse voice said: "Take it."

After the latter took it with joy, Qi Lin took out two packs of cigarettes from his arms and put them on the booth: "Thank you."

The vendor was a little stunned, he wasn't the leader, so this person gave the wrong gift, right?

But this further proves that Qi Lin is just a refugee in the vendor's mind.

The vendor still maintained a warm smile: "No, no, it's free!"

"The high priest has a rule that you can't take your things. We dare not break the rules." The vendor shrugged and handed back the cigarette, his tone very natural and familiar.

But Qi Lin just shook his head and didn't take back the cigarette.

The High Priest, he hasn't figured out how to deal with it yet.

And these people from the Palace of Rebirth, ever since they came to Shushan District, the devil in their hearts whispered to him: How dare that trash use you?Kill all the people on the mountain!As for the people who lost order under the mountain?Just turn them into your material. Anyway, they won't live long without the Hall of Rebirth. You are showing great mercy and helping others!
Qi Lin's bloodshot eyes were full of hostility, he took a deep breath, looked down at Xiao Di who was holding marshmallows but refused to eat: "Occasionally eat something that won't damage your teeth, and can also supplement one of the three major nutrients of sugar."

But Xiao Di was very obedient and said: "Uncle, didn't you say that someone is waiting for you on the mountain?"

Smelling the scent of various snacks nearby, Xiao Di swallowed and said in a sticky voice: "I'm not hungry, uncle, didn't you say that you have other things to do after seeing him? Let's go see him first, grandma said." It's impolite to make people wait, I can have dinner after you see him and leave."

Qi Lin raised his head and glanced at the top of Shushan Mountain, and replied softly: "Don't worry, let him wait a little longer."

The conversation between the two was natural, and they didn't avoid the cotton candy vendor at all.

After the vendor heard the words, his expression suddenly changed!
Is there someone waiting on the mountain?

And listen to the young man.
It seems that he doesn't take the people on the mountain seriously?

Could it be that you really met a low-key nobleman?

The marshmallow vendor couldn't help asking: "This... big brother! What level are you now?"

Qi Lin didn't raise his head, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Two levels."

The vendor thought Qi Lin was joking, but when he looked at Qi Lin's pale skin and thin figure exposed on Qi Lin's mask again.

Thinking about it, I shouldn't be joking.

(End of this chapter)