Doomsday tour

After bringing Zuo Qingyan to the Snow Mountain Camp, everyone parted ways. Bai Xiaofei and his team drove an off-road vehicle to the weapons exchange, where businessmen from the Baiyun Camp and the desert settlement would often come to buy crystal cores and sell weapons and food. Lu Fei also asked why he didn't recruit this kid into the group.Bai Xiaofei looked back at Zuo Qingyan who was standing at the corner of the street and said slowly, "He is not the same person as us."

Bai Xiaofei didn't think he was a character, but his vision of people wasn't too bad.In any case, a supernatural person is not something they, a corpse hunting group that fights with zombies all day long, can have. Besides, this person... Bai Xiaofei curled his mouth and smiled, he is really an interesting and amazing guy.

Zuo Qingyan, who was thrown at the intersection, looked at the people around him who wore strange and dirty clothes with short hair cut, and then looked at his flowing long hair and clean clothes, and suddenly felt that maybe he was the one with the strange clothes .

This can be seen from the eyes of passers-by looking back at him frequently.

Zuo Qingyan, who only had eight white crystals in his hands and was unfamiliar with the place of birth, felt very confused. He rarely came down to the mortal world. The last time he left Sanxiu Valley was because he got a wood-type secret book "Wanmu Jue", in order to practice "Wanmu Jue". "Wan Mu Jue" He said hello to his master and left Sanxiu Valley. Who knows that an "accident" happened and he lay down for 200 years. If it weren't for the drastic changes in the world and the dissipation of spiritual energy, it is uncertain how long he would stay in the mountains.

Zuo Qingyan, who was walking aimlessly in the snowy mountain camp, felt that this "small town" was really dilapidated. It seemed that there had been three years of famine and four years of floods in a row. Occasionally, he could see a "carriage" passing by quickly. Driving across the street and heading out of the camp, he remembered that Bai Xiaofei and the others called this a car?

Anyway, Zuo Qingyan, who can fly with a sword, has absolutely no interest in this kind of big, bulky and slow thing.

After walking a few streets, the houses on both sides were built with wood and stones, crumbling.Zuo Qingyan, who was dressed in strange clothes, was surrounded by crowds all the way. Fortunately, he had a strong psychological quality, and he didn't feel awkward when people looked at him twice.

Walking to a remote place, suddenly there was a tantalizing smell of meat, and Zuo Qingyan's sluggish spirit suddenly lifted up. He hadn't eaten meat for more than 200 years!He was a carnivorous animal before Bigu, and now he has not tasted meat for 200 years, and a bird can almost fade out of his mouth. Now he smells the smell of meat as if he has been enchanted, and he sniffs his nose and looks for the fragrance.

Following the smell of meat, he came to a remote street. In the depths of the street, there was a young man setting up a stall. There were two tin cans on the oilcloth. There were two bare unpackaged products. One of them was opened, exuding a tempting smell. scent, the other can is intact.

Zuo Qingyan squatted down in front of the stall, staring eagerly at the cans, almost sticking out his tongue to show that he was hungry.

The young man who set up the stall was leaning against the wall casually, but when he saw Zuo Qingyan in the strange clothes, he seemed a little interested, and snapped his fingers to move Zuo Qingyan's gaze from the canned pork to him.

"Do you want canned pork? There are the last two." The young man grinned, and his sharp-edged face looked extraordinarily handsome because of this smile.Zuo Qingyan's eyes flickered, and he didn't know whether he was hungry or he was being flashed. He just thought that this young man's smile was really pretty—maybe the unique fragrance of canned pork also played a certain role in confusing him. Qingyan felt that this scene really filled people's hearts with good expectations—for meat.

Zuo Qingyan immediately put his hand into the Qiankun bag, and said regretfully, "I don't have any money."

The young man lazily leaned back against the wall and said, "I'm not interested in precious metals."

"Then what do you want?"

"Zombie crystal nucleus, here, this is it." The young man showed the white crystal in his hand as if by magic, and then changed back with a flick of his hand.

"I have this!" Zuo Qingyan excitedly took out the eight zombie crystal nuclei that he got from Bai Xiaofei in his pocket, held them in front of the young man, and looked at him eagerly.

The young man yawned: "Not enough."

"Ah?" Zuo Qingyan shrank all of a sudden.

"But since there are only the last two cans left, I'll give you a discount." The young man picked up the unopened can of pork and handed it to Zuo Qingyan, then took the eight zombies from his hand crystal nucleus.

Zuo Qingyan was moved, he is really a good person.

"You don't look like someone from this camp." The young man leaned against the wall and said in a firm tone.

Zuo Qingyan was struggling with the perfectly sealed iron can. This can was seamless in all directions, and it was very strong according to the standards of ordinary human beings. The anxious look of the vice monkey combined with his handsome face is really indescribably awkward.

"Haven't you ever eaten canned food?" The young man laughed when he saw him like that, and asked kindly.

"No, it's strange, how did the meat get in there." Zuo Qingyan muttered.

The world became so strange after waking up, even with his psychological quality, he felt a bit overwhelmed.

The young man touched the can opener in his pocket and remained calm, looking at Zuo Qingyan's anxious look with a smile on his face, feeling an indescribably happy feeling in his heart.

It felt like fishing a carrot in front of a donkey, and the donkey howled anxiously if it couldn't eat the carrot.The radish fisherman laughed happily.

Zuo Qingyan finally couldn't bear it any longer, stretched out his fingers to gather his spiritual energy, and poked a hole in the can with a bang.

The young man looked a little dazed. This young man who looked like a fairy with a strong character poked a hole in the can with his finger, stirred it with his finger, and then put it in his mouth to suck.

The world is silent at this moment, only the sound of tsk tsk and finger sucking is particularly loud in this dead silence.

The young man swallowed his saliva and whispered, "I have a can opener."

Zuo Qingyan looked down at him condescendingly and asked strangely: "What is that, can it be eaten?"

The young man shook his head immediately.

"Forget it then." Zuo Qingyan suddenly lost interest.

"..."

The young man patted his forehead helplessly: "I am Rong Zijie, a traveling businessman, what about you?"

"Zuo Qingyan. Are you a businessman?" Zuo Qingyan suddenly became interested when he heard the word businessman, and asked him.

"Ah."

"Do you have a lot of canned meat?" Zuo Qingyan lifted his spirits, and his eyes suddenly shone with green light.

Rong Zijie suddenly felt like he was being targeted by hungry zombies.

"Yes. I'll trade grain and meat for some zombie crystal nuclei."

"This is quite profitable." Zuo Qingyan asked.

Rong Zijie looked vigilantly at this guy who seemed to be robbing him, and said carefully: "Small business. According to the words of your people here, I am earning money from selling cabbage, and I am only interested in selling white powder. "

"White powder? What is that, can..."

"Can't eat!" Rong Zijie had already answered the words automatically, his tone was full of helplessness, "Why do you look like a zombie who hasn't eaten for hundreds of years, and you can't say anything without eating."

Zuo Qingyan snapped his fingers and said seriously: "I really haven't eaten for more than 200 years."

"..."