Zombie City

The rules of the Zombie Challenge are simple, and the entry threshold is very low.

As long as the challenger is not an evolver, other players can sign up regardless of their skills, and complete all level challenges to get the final reward!

The opening of the Zombie Colosseum, there are six challengers, four of them are ordinary survivors who took the initiative to participate in the Zombie Challenge. There is no other reason, they are really desperate, and they can only choose to have physical strength. Time to give it a go.

The most important point is that those who participate in the challenge can have a full meal in the Zombie Colosseum. Even if they can eat a dozen or twenty steamed buns, the Zombie Colosseum will not be stingy. .

Many people also look at this, thinking that they would rather die than be a full-fledged ghost, so there will always be desperate survivors who come to participate, come early or a day before the start of the challenge, and eat it very hard. Two full meals, I ate until I couldn't take a single bite.

For these guys who came in for a feast with the idea of ​​dying, the members of the Blood Hall have long been accustomed to it. For the Zombie Colosseum to have a steady stream of people to participate in the challenge, the Blood Hall has never been stingy.

Of course, these steamed buns are just one-third of inferior white flour, mixed with two-thirds of cornmeal, and some wild vegetable leaves.

But in the eyes of the survivors who are going to starve crazy, it is also the ultimate delicacy, and there will be situations where someone will be forced to death for a long time.

Among the four challengers who took the initiative to participate this time, three of them were middle-aged men who were in a trance.

"Hey! How many steamed buns can you eat? The challenge will start soon!"

An hour before the opening of the Zombie Colosseum, a member of the Blood Hall came to the underground area early, stood at the door of the room where the four participants in the Zombie Challenge were imprisoned, and looked at the four people inside with disdain. road.

"Twenty!!!"

Immediately, a middle-aged man rushed to the gate of the fence and said impatiently, his eyes were red with the thirst for food, and he looked like a hungry ghost crawling out of hell.

"Twenty? You really want to die!

You can't eat 20 of them even if you burst your belly! That's not white flour buns, it's cornmeal!

You losers, I warn you, don't waste food before you die! One person can give you ten steamed buns at most! Some more water for you! "

The young man in the blood hall looked like he was not surprised. After all, it was more exaggerated than saying that he would eat 20 steamed buns. He had seen a ghost last time, and Nasha said he would eat 50 buns. ! ! !

The results of it……

I choked to death after eating only seven steamed buns...

If it is pure white flour and soft steamed buns, it is not impossible for people who are hungry and anxious to eat a dozen or 20, but what they provide is corn buns with two-thirds of corn flour. The porcelain is very solid and can be eaten. Seven or eight is already the king of big stomachs. If you say twenty things, just listen to it like a joke.

"Ten will do! Ten will do!"

The three men, like hungry wolves, squeezed their faces into the gaps of the grid of the fence, stretched out a hand, and said frantically.

"I know you starving ghosts don't have any self-knowledge, and it's no use asking!"

The young man rolled his eyes, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

A firm voice in the icy cold stopped the young man who had just turned around.

The young man stopped, turned his head and asked impatiently, frowning tightly:

"What's the matter? Don't be Nima's inch!"

"Can I trouble you with one thing!"

It was only at this time that the young man saw that it was the young man with sunken eyes in the corner who had been speaking from the beginning to the end. He didn't speak just now.

"What's the matter with you?"

The young man with sunken eyes ignored the gaze that looked at him, and said calmly and indifferently:

"I can eat ten steamed buns, but...I want to trouble you to take these steamed buns to my sister, she is outside, five years old, with two braids, wearing a ragged red Mian, there is a 70-year-old lady next to me, I don't eat it, I want to give it to them!"

"Forehead......"

The young man from Xuetang was slightly stunned. He had heard all kinds of requests, and it was the first time that such a request was made. Because of the similar age, the young man from Xuetang rolled his eyes and hesitated. said after a while.

"Then have you ever thought about.... What will they do after you die? How many days can ten steamed buns last for them?"

After a slight pause, the young man in the blood hall continued:

"I could risk getting scolded and let you out! You're not like these starving ghosts!"

dull.....

After a moment of silence, the young man with sunken eyes at the gate of the fence showed a wry smile on his face.

"Thank you for your kindness, I know my situation...I...I probably don't have a few days to live, there's only so much I can do before I die..."

The young man in the blood hall was slightly startled, then nodded and agreed:

"Okay! It's not too embarrassing, I'll run for you!"

The young man turned and left...

About ten minutes later, the young man in the blood hall left and returned, holding a metal tray full of steamed buns in his hand.

"Food! Food! Give me! Give me!"

When they came to the front of the fence gate, the three men couldn't wait to stretch out their dirty palms and let out a low growl.

"Take back your dirty hands! Take it back!"

At some point in the young man's hand, a small wooden stick appeared and slapped on the outstretched arms.

After the three people retracted their arms in horror, the young man began to throw the cornmeal steamed buns into the room through the gap of the fence gate.

The three men who looked like evil spirits knelt on the ground and started to grab the steamed buns that were rolling on the ground.

Thirty steamed buns were quickly thrown into the room by the young man. The young man knocked on the iron fence with a wooden stick and whispered:

"Ten per person! Don't loot randomly!"

As he said that, the young man kicked a bucket of water to the gate of the fence to prevent these starving ghosts from choking to death here again.

From beginning to end, the young man with sunken eyes stood in the corner, not even looking at the steamed buns on the ground.

Dangdang.....

The youth of the Blood Hall knocked on the fence door with a wooden stick and said:

"Hey? You!

The one who asked me to deliver the steamed buns..."

The young man with sunken eyes turned his head and looked here.

The young man from the blood hall first let out a helpless sigh, and then raised the tray in his hand.

There were four steamed buns in the metal tray, and there was even a packet of mustard beside the steamed buns.

Seeing that the young man with deep-set eyes was indifferent, the young man of Xuetang rolled his eyes helplessly and said:

"I said you! Although I don't know why you are begging for death!

But.... I admire your courage, you are different from these three goods, they are all rubbish who can sell their sons, daughters and daughters-in-law in a hurry!

Even on the road...you can't starve to death!

I have already delivered the steamed buns to the old lady and the little girl, twenty, too many for me to explain..."

Hearing the young man of Xuetang say this, the expression of the young man with sunken eyes was slightly moved.

"Thank you!"

The young man with sunken eyes bowed deeply and thanked him sincerely.

The blood hall youth waved his hand indifferently:

"Small thing, anyway, these steamed buns are made a lot, oh right.... This is given to you by your sister!"

Speaking of which, the young man of Xuetang took out something from his clothes pocket, released his clenched palm, and in the palm of his hand was a little bear hairpin whose rhinestones had all fallen out.

The young man with sunken eyes took the hairpin with trembling palms, tears glistening in his eyes...

This is something my sister has always treasured...

cough cough...

The young man suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, and began to cough violently, and some black and sticky blood slowly flowed down the young man's fingers...

At this time, the young man of Xuetang sighed lightly, everything was almost as he expected, the abnormal deep eye socket was not only the cause of hunger, in the end times, if the illness could not be treated in time, it was a terminal illness, and the only way out was death. !