: The Storm of the Storm of the Prison

After Lin Fan walked into the exchange inside the ship.

A noisy sound came from my ears.

He could smell the decay that permeated the air, and even the breath of despair.

"Haha, do you think the guys in the martial arts school will contact the people from the Sunshine Shelter in Huangshi?"

"I will definitely contact you by saying nonsense, otherwise why would they do the auction of the satellite phone? Can they still watch it as a meal?"

"I heard recently that a terrifying zombie appeared in the big Yangzhai area. It had destroyed a small shelter in Yangzhai. It had no way to resist it and it disappeared in an instant."

"Yangzhai? Are you talking about that kid Jinquan?"

"Yes, haven't you seen that kid not here recently? He just died at the hands of a zombie."

"Oh, it's terrible, it's terrible."

It looks like an exchange here.

But when there is no transaction, this place is more like a bar, providing a resting place, allowing survivors who come here to talk casually.

Lin Fan pricked his ears and eavesdropped on the content of the chatting of people around him, all of which were very ordinary communication.

Like an ordinary survivor, he wandered around, looking at the surrounding situation, and there was a partitioned room near the wall. These rooms were blocked by simple curtains. Through the gap, he could vaguely see the survivor behind the curtains. He was a woman and was not in good condition.

But his seemingly casual observation made the stall owner seem to have discovered the business.

"Brother, do you want to give it a try? It's definitely OK. In the past, they were all female characters in short videos."

The stall owner smiled, showing a meaning that even men knew.

"Is she voluntarily?"

When he asked such a question, he felt that he had asked a very stupid question. Who is crazy about this?

The stall owner couldn't help laughing, "Brother, what's the voluntary or not? In the end-of-day environment, it's a bit difficult for us men to live, and we are even more raptured by women. If we can live, we can only rely on our men, and we must also experience our own value. Those who have no value can only be fed to zombies."

"No, I don't agree with Ye's point of view. I think it's hard to survive in the end of the world, and men are powerful, and women are equally powerful. You just haven't encountered it."

Thinking of Dong Jia, Ye Qian, Ji Qiuyue and Han Shuang, they are both very awesome.

Even in his mind, Su Xiaoxiao, who made cakes, Yan Nini, who was a teacher, etc., were dedicating their own strength, burning themselves like candles, illuminating the entire shelter.

The stall owner looked at Lin Fan and something was wrong.

"I said, man, are you playing?"

"If you don't play, I'll just ask."

"Depend on."

Lin Fan shook his head. He was not interested in this regard. At the same time, after a brief exchange, he realized that this place was exactly the same as he imagined.

In an orderless society, it is difficult for vulnerable survivors to meet mutual support and trustworthy companions. Most of them will only become goods when interests are found.

The stall owner looked at the other person and rolled his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that the other person was an awakened person, he would have wanted to swear angrily. If you don't play with you, you are lying in front of me until now, wasting my time, and you are really sick.

Lin Fan left this stall and looked in the direction, and many of them were similar.

Make profits by using the weak groups.

After watching it, he was in a slightly heavy mood and found a seat to sit and rest. There was a glass of wine in front of other survivors around him, kneading melon seeds and peanuts, and talking casually with his companions around him, bragging about his awesomeness.

He remembered the expressions and appearances of the people around him one by one.

This group of survivors have become accustomed to the life of the end of the world. Listening to their conversations, they obviously regard the end of the world as the best era, and he does not agree with this.

The disasters brought about by the end of the world are unimaginable.

Fragmenting families with too many happy and beautiful feelings.

How many people have experienced separation from life and death?

How many people die in despair?

If it can be decided by voting, no one should expect the arrival of the end of the world except those who want to retaliate against society.

He has been trying hard to get Brother Hang and his friends to print the "Zombie Picture Album" and is also looking for satellite phones throughout the city, hoping that the survivors who are falling outside can have a way to contact them.

But judging from the current situation.

Not all survivors are thinking about going to Huangshi Sunshine Shelter.

In their opinion, what they need is to do whatever they want, do whatever they want, without any rules, and like to build the source of happiness into other people's pain.

At the same time, the awakened person who appears in humans is already at the top of humans, and has not become a survivor of the awakened person, and is inferior to others in front of the awakened person.

It's like a lamb being slaughtered.

This is a very bad situation. When you become an awakened person, even if you are unwilling to hunt zombies, it is understandable, but you cannot use your ability to oppress your compatriots.

"How can I better solve this problem?"

He frowned and pondered. Many things seemed very simple, but in fact they were very difficult to operate. His hands were difficult to stretch out so long. So far, he had just begun to clean up the area outside Huangshi. It was really hard to imagine the time it would take to clean up the entire country.

at this time.

At the wine table not far from Lin Fan.

The two awakened people were talking leisurely. They were both people who had experienced countless life and death in the end of the world. They had despair, but they saw hope after despair.

Become an awakened person, go through various situations, and eventually hunt zombies and get what you want.

They like this kind of apocalypse.

As long as there are enough crystals, you can improve your own abilities. As your ability increases, you will become stronger, so you can fight against stronger zombies and obtain better crystals.

"Zhao Lang, do you think the zombie photos taken in "Zombie Picture Album" are real or fake? Why do I always feel that some zombies seem to be puppet? If there are such zombies, how could we not have seen them before?"

The survivor who spoke, with a beard all over his face, was not like this before, but it was not very convenient to clean his beard in the end of the world, and he always thought about how to survive, so he would not care about these things.

Later, gradually, he found that he was also quite handsome with a beard.

I kept it like this.

Zhao Lang held the wine glass and felt the comfort brought by the wine. "I don't know, it should be true. The photos have no trace of PS. But I said Cai Ming, why are you paying attention to these things? Haven't seen the introduction here? I haven't seen the color crystals before. If I really encounter this type of zombie, do you think we can survive?"

Cai Ming touched his breath and sighed, "Mad, if it were true, how could the gap between people be so huge? He must be an awakened person, but how did he improve so quickly?"

"have no idea."

Zhao Lang shook his head. If it was really as described, then Lin Fan, the Huangshi Sunshine Shelter who could take photos of zombies at will, would be really terrible.

"The sadness of frost is on the back, and it looks very shaped, it's really..."

Cai Ming looked at the figure in the photo and stopped suddenly as if he was halfway through his words, as if he was frightened, and was stunned here without moving.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Lang looked at him in confusion. Cai Ming's confused state made him wonder. Following his gaze, what caught his eye was the separate seat not far away, where a stranger was also sad with frost on his back.

Seeing Zhao Lang's pupils gradually dilated, he muttered to himself.

"It's impossible, how could he appear here? Illusion must be an illusion."

Lin Fan, who seemed to feel the gaze, turned his head and saw the two survivors not far away. He nodded with a smile.

As Lin Fan showed his face.

Cai Ming suddenly stood up, his breathing gradually became rapid, and he looked down at the selfie in the "Zombie Picture Album". It can only be said that the face is exactly the same as the selfie in the picture album.

Not even a little different.

"Lin...Lin Fan."

Cai Ming couldn't help but shout.

In an instant, as he shouted this name, the noisy space was instantly quiet as if a needle fell down, and it could be heard clearly.

The survivors who can be here may not know what Huangshi looks like, but the name Lin Fan is very familiar. Even if you have not read the "Zombie Picture Album", you have heard of the name Lin Fan.

"Cai Ming, are you making a fuck?"

Someone couldn't help but speak out.

What do you want to do when you suddenly mention this name?

Do you want to show that you are very humorous?

Cai Ming, who stood up, breathed more and more rapidly. He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the direction he saw, "Huang City Sunshine Shelter...Lin Fan."

When everyone saw Cai Ming as if he was a ghost, they couldn't help but look in the direction he pointed.

Suddenly.

They saw the same person as Cai Ming and the same face.

People who can live have a good understanding of the content in the "Zombie Album", and the most eye-catching one is Lin Fan, who wrote this "Zombie Album".

Suddenly.

Everyone was swallowing their saliva. They had already recognized that the one was Lin Fan in the "Zombie Picture Album". Nothing was wrong, that was him, his appearance was exactly the same, no difference.

The whole scene was silent.

Some people raised their wine glasses stupidly.

Some people lower their heads, as if they are afraid of being seen.

Some people are so angry that they dare not take a breath, and their eyes seem to be about to burst out.
To be continued...