Don’t panic when the apocalypse comes, stock up on food first and then guns

The sloppy old Taoist coughed a few times and drank a cup of tea to suppress the fishy and sweet taste in his throat.

"That can't be said. The way of heaven is to take away the surplus and make up for the deficiency. Nothing is absolute. There will always be a glimmer of hope. Now it depends on whether we can find it.

The old Taoist priest just calculated that this vitality has appeared in Longshan, but he can’t calculate what it is, can’t calculate...”

He shook his head and looked at the monk, "Bald monk, stop chanting and tell me, do you have any good ideas?"

"Amitabha."

The monk opened his eyes and looked calmly through the open window, not knowing what he was looking at.

Zhu Xie spoke at this time, "Priest Wuweizi said something before he died."

"What?"

"He said that the life gate he calculated was the heart of the emperor. The heart of the emperor that Mr. Jiang brought back."

"The Emperor's Heart... Yes, there is also the Emperor's Heart!"

"But who knows how to use it?"

"It's useless. Not to mention that we don't know how to use the heart, even if we knew, we can't find it! I heard that the heart has left Longshan. Who knows who took it away!"

Someone looked at Zhuxie, but he shook his head regretfully, "I don't know, Taoist Wuweizi never said anything."

Everyone looked out the window.

The huge full moon and sun looked extremely strange.

The dazzling sunlight sprinkled on the black mountains and black waters, completely overshadowing the moonlight.

The leading monk seemed to suddenly remember something, stood up from his seat and walked to the window.

Everyone followed curiously.

The conference room is on the third floor, under the third floor window, facing the yard of the tree house.

At this time, the yard was no longer lush with grass and birds. In the black lava, some bizarre flowers, plants and trees stood abruptly. The only remaining green appeared after the fusion of the abyss.

"What is the Master looking at?"

"See what you need to see."

"But this is clearly nothing."

"There isn't any now."

"When will it be available?"

"When it's time, it's there. The Human Emperor's Heart, naturally only its owner knows what kind of power it has..."

Zhuxie and the old monk asked and answered questions, leaving the others confused.

Wang Qichuan muttered, "I hate people who tell riddles the most..."

Several other people standing nearby agreed with this point.

What these old monks are best at is making a very simple sentence sound mysterious.

But soon, everyone knew what the person the monk was talking about looked like.

After a few days, they will see the man.

He was an extremely ordinary-looking middle-aged man, with a plain yet slightly funny look. He had a typical pig kidney face and a shiny bald head, looking like a potato that had grown crooked.

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Three days later.

"Your Majesty Potato, where have you been? I haven't seen you for a long time. I thought you died too!"

"Where did Mao Jigong and the others go? Why haven't they come back yet?!"

Zhang Shuhui ran to the front from the backyard, grabbing a butcher knife.

The leather apron he was wearing was covered in blood that had not yet dried, and even the blood on the butcher knife was still steaming.

She used the back of her hand to support her slightly crooked glasses.

Recently, the sun and the moon are always hanging in the sky regardless of day or night, and time has lost its boundaries.

The sky is always bright.

Many captive mutant animals began to become seriously ill and die. In order to avoid waste, they could only kill those mutant animals in serious conditions first and pickle them.

Zhang Shuhui was originally in a somewhat irritable mood, but after seeing the person coming, she finally felt better.

Seeing that Potato was still alive, the freckles on his nose under the lenses seemed to be happy.

"Come on, come on! I'm killing a cow!"

"This mutant iron cow is too hard to kill! I'll give you candy after I kill it! Xiao Baiyin has made several beautiful snakeskin bags recently, and he kept saying that he left one for you...

You don’t even know that I have made a lot of candy, just waiting for you to come back!”

Zhang Shuhui talked incessantly. She treated everyone around her warmly, like a little sun. This is why everyone liked her.

In the end times of human evil, this kind of stupid kindness is always particularly warm.

Zhang Shuhui hadn't noticed that Potato was looking at her differently, and she kept talking, "Oh, I remember, you know where the candy cabinet is, so you don't need me to give it to you. You can take it yourself. I'll tell you in secret, I didn't even lock the candy cabinet!"

“I don’t really like sweets anymore.”

"Oh, so you don't like to eat...wait...what do you not like to eat? Sugar?"

Zhang Shuhui's smile gradually froze at the corners of her eyes, and she noticed that the Potato King in front of her seemed a little different from before.

Although the appearance is still the same, it feels like something is... different...

She belatedly asked, "Your Majesty Potato, are you...are you...well with your mental illness?"

"How dare you say that I am ill?! But I forgive you and will not pursue the responsibility!"

Potato tilted his head and looked a little cute.

Zhang Shuhui breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest. "It's okay, it's okay, I'm still normal... No, I haven't recovered yet... Wait, this doesn't seem right either..."

Zhang Shuhui didn't know what to say for a moment.

At that moment just now, she actually sincerely hoped that Potato would continue to be energetic.

What a sin, what a sin!

Suddenly she heard someone behind her calling her to hurry over. She quickly said a few words to Potato and ran back to the backyard in a hurry with the butcher knife in hand.

Potato tilted his head to look at her with a gentle smile on his lips.

The moment he saw Jiang You, he knew that he was happy too early.

……

In the living room, Potato, who no longer liked sweets, looked a little weird holding a big jar of colorful candy.

Jiang You, however, peeled a strawberry-flavored candy and put it into his mouth very comfortably.

"How about it, you remember it?"

"Thank you Madam Jiang Jiang for your kindness. I have remembered a lot..."

Jiang You was originally leaning on the sofa, but when he heard this, he sat up straight, put his elbows on his knees, and moved closer to look at the potato.

"So is your mental illness cured or not?"

"Should I call you Xuanxi or Your Majesty?"

Potato smiled, "It's all right. A name is just a code name. Over the years, I have had many names. If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten my original name.

So you can call me whatever you want, Zhang San, Li Si, Xuan Xi, or Your Majesty Potato, there is no essential difference. I am still me, and I will not become a different person because of what you call me. "

Although he speaks with clear logic, many of his details, expressions, and occasional small movements are still the same as those of a potato.

Therefore, Jiang You felt that the person in front of him was better, but not completely better.

Well... about 40 percent better.

Jiang You looked at the man in front of him who treated candy as dirt, and missed the old potatoes a little.

If His Majesty Potato were here, all his pockets and cheeks would probably be so swollen that he would be unable to speak.

Xuan Xi, "Mrs. Jiang Jiang, you are looking at another person through me, who are you looking at?"