Welcome Back To the World Game

"They came back with the supplies, and finally they have something to support their stomachs!"

"Uncle of the People's Liberation Army is back! Will Mom and Dad have something to eat?"

There was a commotion in the shelter. Some people saw the manager of the shelter, Yang Changxu, who was carrying a lot of supplies, and their faces were full of excitement and greed, but when they saw the guns on their waists, they withdrew their greed. waiting and waiting.

"Let's distribute things to everyone. It's still the old rules, regardless of age, gender, and head count. It is divided equally." Yang Changxu separated from his companions and came in with a large bag of supplies. He instructed the man next to him. , and then watched him distribute things bit by bit to everyone.

Suddenly, he saw a woman suddenly pounce on her, and the child in her arms was still crying.

"Minister Yang, Officer Yang!" The woman burst into tears: "Our family Pan Pan is really hungry, and the food is really not enough, please do it, do it, give him more food... "

"Aiya...Lesbian, you get up first..." Yang Changxu wanted to help her, but the woman knelt directly in front of him as if she was glued to it. He couldn't pull people away, so he could only reason properly: " The supermarkets that could go in were all robbed, and some supermarkets were full of zombies that couldn't get in... There's only so much that everyone doesn't have enough to eat, so they can't specialize..."

As he was talking, a young woman in her twenties also started crying:

"I...I can't stand this day...I can't get enough to eat, my parents don't know where to go, I don't want to play this game at all...How can I get out of here, I don't want to play anymore, I want to be The audience... woo woo woo..."

"Uncle People's Liberation Army, are you uncle People's Liberation Army? My mother is quarantined in that small house, when will she come out." A child pulled up the corner of his trousers: "Dad is gone, mother told me to let me Listen to my uncle, but I really miss my mother..."

Yang Changxu was stared at by everyone's eyes, feeling a little overwhelmed.

...desperate.

A pervasive despair, almost visible to the naked eye, enveloped this small shelter.

"Everyone, don't panic, calm down first... Our team will go out every day to collect supplies, so that everyone will survive..." Yang Changxu could only use this promise to stabilize people. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something. He took it out in his arms, took out the half bottle of purple antidote that Su Mingan threw to him, and shook it in his hand:

"—Look! We have made great progress. We have obtained the perfect antidote to cure the zombie virus from the generous first player! As long as we continue to study this point, I believe that everyone will not be afraid of zombies in the future! "

He originally thought of the effect of stabilizing people's hearts.

Let everyone believe in him - there is still hope for everything, and the future is not far away.

Then, he held the bottle high, but unexpectedly saw that the eyes of everyone looking at him changed slightly.

At the same time that the fire of hope ignited in people's eyes, it was accompanied by endless desire and greed.

He suddenly realized something.

"Then." Someone said in silence: "Who will this only antidote be assigned to now?"

"—How about my Ah Xiong!" A woman looked at him with hopeful eyes: "My Ah Xiong was the first to be quarantined, he must be very uncomfortable..."

Yang Changxu looked at her with a complicated expression. He would not tell her that her family's Axiong had mutated into a zombie as early as the day after he was infected, and the corpse was finally cleaned up so that the body was incomplete.

"Save my brother Bolong!" The girl in the school uniform summoned her courage and said, "He was bitten to save people... He should be alive."

"Uncle PLA, can my mother be released? Can that little bottle save my mother?"

A child looked at him innocently.

Yang Changxu held the bottle stiffly and stood there.

In the eyes of everyone full of anticipation, he opened his mouth with some difficulty:

"This bottle, the antidote." His voice was a bit sluggish: "I will give it to Lao Qin... He is dying. He is a Ph.D. in the Department of Chemistry. There is still hope...but don't worry, there will be opportunities, as long as Lao Qin..."

"—What chance is there!" The middle-aged woman wailed in desperation: "My husband, my child—they have all been locked up for almost seven days... They, obviously already want..."

Then, she sank her head between her hands and let out a cry.

"If the supplies will only become less and less, it would be meaningless to stay here... Sooner or later, I will starve to death..." Someone picked up the club by his hand and dragged his body out weakly.

"Yeah... It's not the way to stay here, it's better to grab something to eat while you still have the last strength..."

More and more people stood up from the corner, dragging their steps outward with their crumbling bodies, their eyes twinkling with hope and despair.

"You, you... sigh." Yang Changxu wanted to persuade, but he didn't know what to do. The outside world is indeed extremely dangerous, but, as these people said, if you continue to stay in the shelter, you will only be starved to death. The fate of - after all, he realized that his abilities were indeed limited, and even if he tried his best, he couldn't save everyone.

He stood there silently, watching people go out one by one.

A few figures gradually approached him, but he didn't care, he just thought he wanted to say goodbye to himself who had protected them for so long.

"boom--!"

A steel pipe slammed into the back of his head, causing an extremely strong dull pain.

Yang Changxu's vision was instantly blurred, he was forced to fall a few steps forward, the bottle in his hand was thrown out, and was instantly scrambled by a group of people.

"Mine! It's mine!"

"Go away! I'm going to take it to save Ah Xiong!"

"The bottle is in that woman's hand, go and stop her!"

The originally chaotic crowd instantly boiled into a pot of porridge, and the desire of human nature was revealed in an instant. They pushed each other with extremely ferocious faces, and even fought hard with their hands, just for the half-small bottle.

"Stop -- stop... Everyone calm down!"

Yang Changxu's eyes were spinning. He was a little unsteady, and he still wanted to stop the chaos, but the few young people who shot at him didn't do anything, they just rushed up with sticks and wanted to **** everything from him. supplies!

...As long as you have these supplies, you can live a very nourishing life even if you leave the shelter!

They thought wildly in their hearts.

"Sorry!"

Although there is still a conscience in their hearts, their weapon ~www.novelmt.com~ is still swung at the head of the savior!

Yang Changxu's eyes that were always full of heat finally turned cold.

As soon as he turned around, he caught the club swung by the opponent with both hands. The strength of 10 points made him far stronger than these players who would only stay in the shelter. The young man who came over overturned and kicked several people directly to the ground.

"Don't be stupid... boys." There was real sadness in his eyes.

And at this moment, a middle-aged man finally grabbed the bottle of antidote, he hugged it in his arms ecstatically, and then frantically rushed towards the door——!

"Stop him, stop him!" The people behind him desperately chased after him. Yang Changxu also immediately wanted to stop the man, but with one step, the dizziness on his head made his vision pitch black.

"I'm here, I'm here—!" The middle-aged man was still splattered with blood, because he wanted to **** the bottle of potion to save his wife, he didn't think much about it, he just fought instinctively, and he seemed to take out the bottle just now. What the dagger hidden in his bosom did, but none of that mattered—because the door to the light was at hand—

"boom!"

His belly met a dark sole.

The man standing at the door kicked him in the abdomen and kicked him back, drawing an arc faster than when he was running.

The boy holding a fire axe stained with black blood stood at the door, and the sunlight drew a long, slanting shadow.

The sun from the sky shone on his shoulders, dyeing it with a bright halo, but the eyes looking inward were shockingly dark.

He stared at the chaos inside lightly, and then moved his gaze to Yang Changxu, who was a little embarrassed.

"Do you think this group of people is worth saving?" he asked.