Rebirth in the apocalypse: You can mess it up, I will open the book directly

Qin Miao had already walked closer at this time, her eyes falling on the boiling pot.

There were many pieces of meat rolling in the white soup. Qin Miao lowered her head and looked at the pieces of meat carefully, and then she understood why Chen Xiao had such a big reaction.

So where is pork, rabbit, chicken, beef?

As far as the eye can see, a human palm with only three fingers is rising and falling with the bubbles produced by boiling water. If you look closely, you can still see human ears and arm bones...

What is stewed in this pot, what is sold at this stall, what these people are devouring - is clearly human flesh!

Looking at the people queuing up with bowls in their hands, some looked like wolves B and H wolves waiting for the lead wolf to share the food, and some looked like hyenas waiting for food scraps.

They seem to be blind to what is simmering in the pot, and it seems that what they are passionate about is exactly what is in the pot.

Qin Miao felt as if she was watching an inexplicable ethics drama at close range. The sense of absurdity filled the air, making it sticky and lingering.

If this sense of absurdity had substance, it could even fill several oversized balloons.

Compared to Qin Miao, Chu Xuanxuan's feelings were clearer and his thoughts were clearer.

"Miaomiao, kill him." She said in a firm tone.

In Chu Xuanxuan's eyes, all cannibals in the apocalypse deserve to die. She had spent extremely dark days without seeing the light of day. During those days, the people she loved most were devoured under her desperate gaze.

At that time, she could not change or recover, and the feeling of powerlessness clutched her chest tightly, making her almost suffocate.

Therefore, she extremely hates those people who feed on the same kind in the apocalypse. Whenever she encounters them, she must get rid of them quickly.

It's like if I don't kill those people, I won't be able to forgive myself for being so desperate, and I will never be able to break free from that darkness.

This level of hatred almost condensed into substance and was noticed by the few people who were closest to him.

Qiu Hao blinked and looked at Qin Miao, obviously asking with his eyes, "Kill him or not?"

Qin Miao didn't speak, and only lowered her dark pupils a very small amount in response.

"Okay!" Qiu Hao received the instruction, grinned, picked up the iron spoon standing in the pot, and smashed the soup and water on the head of the fat stall owner. His movements were clean and neat, without any trace of hesitate.

The obese stall owner's arms were cut behind his back, and half of his body was lying on the table. The fire stick in his hand fell to the ground during the struggle. He tried his best to reach for the kitchen knife not far away, but no matter how hard he tried, he always missed by two points. distance.

He was furious. His figure, which could be considered 'burly', was completely useless at this moment!

The breath of death was approaching, and besides his anger, boundless fear filled his heart. At this moment, he slipped away in a strange way, and like a revolving door, he thought of the people whose heads he had cut off with his own hands.

He thought: Those who died under his butcher knife, those who were either wailing in pain or silent in despair, were they also in such fear and helplessness before they died?

But this thought was fleeting, like a bee flying across the lake, unable to withstand even the slightest wave.

How can those lowly, stupid, ordinary beasts who have not even awakened their powers be compared to him? Human life has its weight, and he is a level 6 superpower! You should enjoy more rights than others!

He has finally climbed up to this day, and is about to break through level 7 with his superpower. By then, he will be the first echelon in the "Black Skull Base". He will receive special care from the base, and a steady stream of beastmen will make his business bigger and bigger. , earn enough 'money', then buy evolution fluid, and then upgrade your abilities, becoming stronger and stronger in a virtuous cycle...

How could it be, how could he be buried here so unjustly?

How could these people be so unreasonable and want his life without even saying a few words?

He couldn't complain any more. He just regretted that he didn't look at the almanac when he went out today. He wouldn't have gone out if he had known better. I regret not being kinder to that little girl who was vomiting, I regret...

The time when he was pronounced dead seemed to be stretched infinitely. In the blink of an eye, he thought about many things, but soon he no longer cared about them.

"Boom-"

He was hit hard on the back of the head with an iron spoon, and his ears were buzzing.

The pain hasn't even surfaced yet - it turns out that when a person is in extreme pain, the first thing they feel at the wound is a hint of coldness.

It's like the fresh wind blowing by, freezing people to two or three points of consciousness.

He didn't know how badly he would be injured by this heavy blow, but he could predict that if he received at most three, or at most four, blows of this level, his head would be like a ripe one. The watermelon exploded and fell into pieces.

No, no, there is a turning point! He still has chips!

"I am willing to hand over all the 'money' and materials I have to you! Also, the secret of my prosperous business! And this stall, I will give them all to you!"

He roared and looked at Qin Miao with wide eyes, like a drowning man holding the last driftwood in his arms.

His intuition told him that the thin woman in front of him, who didn't even say a word, could decide his life or death.

Although he didn't know why these people wanted his life, in the end of the world, Zuo was just competing for resources. He could give them all away, as long as he was allowed to live.

When a person dies, there is nothing. As long as he is alive, he can make a comeback and...

"Boom-"

Another heavy blow shattered the thoughts he had just gathered into a ball of paste.

"Oh?" Qin Miao's voice sounded slowly after another knock.

The sound was very faint and wispy, and seemed insignificant in the huge tinnitus. He could only concentrate, prick up his ears and listen carefully.

"Can you tell me the secret to a prosperous business?"

she says.