doomsday lamb

"How can you guarantee that?" Hai Ping looked at Lang Hua steadily, "You said you know the mastermind behind the scenes and the source of the disaster."

What he really cares about is not how to become a capable person?

Lang Hua looked at him playfully: "How about my life?"

He looked down at the scorched-faced young man and muttered: "Are you seeking revenge for this apocalypse? As long as I am still alive, I will help you fulfill this wish."

"What price do you want me to pay?" Haiping gradually calmed down and secretly made up his mind, "I will give you my life if you want."

"The price? Are you worthy?" Lang Hua sneered: "You are like this. I can kill you 10 times instantly after activating my ability state. Your life is not as important to me as you think."

"Okay, but if you are cheating on me," Hai Ping raised his head, his eyes were as sharp as a wolf's falcon, "I will kill you at any cost."

At this time, there seemed to be an aura surrounding the two people, which stung their skin.

Lang Hua seemed not to feel it, and just smiled and said: "You are completely welcome, as long as you can do it."

Lang Hua's expression gradually softened, and he reached out to pull Hai Ping up.

"But if what you said is true," Haiping did not take over, but knelt on the ground with one knee. He lowered his head and said solemnly: "Then my life is yours, my master."

Lang Hua suppressed his smile and said solemnly: "You don't have to kneel to me, you don't have to kneel to anyone. You are much more courageous than many people in this world. This is the reason why I admire you. Now

You are my companion. Your life does not belong to me, nor to yourself. Your life belongs to the home where you died.

Man, your life belongs to the goal you have set now. Find the root cause and complete your revenge. Your life is just a tool in your hands. You are not cruel enough to treat the tool. Just dying with hundreds of black corpses is not cruel enough.

I can help you, but if you can't stand failure, you will definitely die."

Let's stop here, Lang Hua doesn't need to say much more.

"Yes, I am willing to follow you."

The voice didn't speak quickly, but every word contained a decisive meaning.

His swordsmanship is so superb that he should not be buried in the unknown in his previous life.

Since Lang Hua had never heard of this person in his previous life, he must have died here as early as the early stages of the Shashi Disaster.

Revenge? Lang Hua couldn't help but feel confused.

How could this not be the whole point of his rebirth?

Lang Hua looked at Hai Ping, who was kneeling on the ground and refused to get up, and couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

He knew that the reason why Hai Ping believed in him was largely because this desperate man, who was almost drowning, was struggling to grab a life-saving straw.

Some people in life have a string that is stretched all the time. If the string breaks, the person is gone. But without this tight string, it may only be a matter of an instant from a normal person to a mad patient.

But it's also good luck for this poor man - you know, his straw is the real deal.

"Haiping, remember, if a person dies, there will be nothing left."

Lang Hua turned his back to him and spoke softly.

The young man also lowered his head and knelt on the ground, as motionless as a sculpture. I wonder if he heard these words.

It was already late at night when Lang Hua and Haiping were rescued from the warehouse.

After a group of people hastily took away some weapons and ammunition, they immediately moved to a nearby shop to do some cooking.

Take a temporary break.

"This is Haiping," Lang Hua introduced, "Come with us from now on."

"The surname is Hai?" Yang Qinghua was a little surprised, and her tone of voice was a little higher.

Yang Bensheng quickly pulled her back behind him.

This young man's face does not look like that of a Hui ethnic group. Although the surname Hai is also ranked among the hundreds of surnames, it is obviously a scarce item. Is this person really surnamed Hai? Or...

He and Li Liping looked at each other and didn't ask any questions in a tacit understanding.

Since Xiaohua didn't say much, I'm afraid he had something else to hide.

"Oh, this is Brother Haiping, right? Everyone saw you sniping at the corpses with a gun just now. You are so brave."

"Brother Haiping's marksmanship is pretty good. How do you practice it? He must have been a compulsory soldier of the coalition government."

"Yes, we have never touched a gun before. From now on, we need to rely on Brother Haiping to take more care of us."

"Brother Haiping is a good swordsman. Those low-level black corpses can't even parry a single move from you."

"Yes, it is true that a hero emerges from a young man."

…

A group of survivors on the rooftop came over and gathered around Hai Ping to ask questions. It was bustling with people.

Even Yang Xiaoxiao, Lin Qian and others who were originally standing there observing were pushed aside by the crowd.

"Hey, Sister Qian, you see these people are quite enthusiastic."

Yang Xiaoxiao had a strange accent, and even Lang Hua could hear a bit of sarcasm.

Lin Qian simply couldn't understand. Are the people who were avoiding rescue operations on the hillside really the same group of people as the ones in front of her?

Lang Hua knows, however, that in this precarious apocalypse, it is very common for ordinary people to choose to rely on the flattering and powerful. In order to survive, defecting, betraying or even selling their souls and bodies will be ordinary choices. What's more,

What's more, this kind of overt and covert backhandedness.

Ability possessors may be high and mighty, but Hai Ping, an ordinary evolver with excellent marksmanship and sword skills, is not out of reach for them.

If you can be taken care of by this person in your future journey, are you afraid that you won't survive the day when you finally reach the base?

As for the plight of the corpses seen on the hillside before... How can the strong man who is about to die and the strong man standing in front of him alive be compared?

The two people who were easily hunted by monsters in the hospital corridor left a deep impression on them.

It's hard to say that few people have ever woken up covered in sweat while sleeping soundly these past few nights.

"Get out of the way." Haiping's eyes were hidden behind his bangs, and his voice was cold.

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and some were not sure whether they heard it wrong just now.

"Qiang."

The horizontal sword was half out of its sheath, and the cold light from the blade shivered in people's hearts. The originally airtight crowd dispersed to make way for a passage in an instant.

Haiping regained his poker face and walked out of the hole as if no one else was around. He came to stand next to Lang Hua, holding the knife with one hand, as if he was guarding.

After Haiping walked away, the group of people almost exploded, but they kept their voices low and did not dare to make any mistakes.

"What kind of person is he? He's so awesome that he can fire two guns. I have a gun in my hand now, okay?"

"That's right, we don't know who will live longer. Maybe someone will slip and fall into the pile of black corpses again, haha."

"Hey, keep your voice down, what will happen if someone hears us? In the eyes of others, we might be just like bugs."

"Hey, it's really annoying when people compare themselves to each other."

"Oh, if there is such a master by my side, the safety factor will skyrocket."

"Come on, who cares about you? You only have a life, so you should practice your survival skills."

"It's better to ask for help than to ask for yourself. What happened to the black corpses? I must have killed at least four or five of them during the day."

"Hey, is that your own credit? No one with abilities is standing by to hold the battle, so you peed your pants just because you didn't know what to do, hahaha."

"Wang, shut up. Without the ice shield of the Yang family's sister-in-law, your brain would have been destroyed by the claws of the black corpse. What qualifications do you have to criticize me?"

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Chapter 119 Self-reliance

They did have the courage to rely on themselves. During the half day when Lang Hua broke into the corpse group and was trapped in the warehouse.

Yang Xiaoxiao half scolded and half threatened, and spent half a day leading the survivors to eliminate more than a hundred black corpses with swords and guns, which greatly boosted people's confidence.

The most remarkable thing is that no members were seriously injured or killed in this operation.

Of course, this is indispensable for the ability users' extra points for holding down the formation.

As for the rest of the black corpses, they were attracted to other places by Lin Wenjin, his daughter, and Yang Bensheng and were thrown away.

If they weren't afraid of the power of ability users, most of the survivors would have thought of running away.

What if the person in trouble is the former savior? At this time, who would put their own life in danger?

But seeing Yang Xiaoxiao's almost murderous look, they still took action, and unexpectedly discovered that these terrifying-looking zombie monsters didn't seem to be that strong...

Yang Bensheng and Lin Wenjin were discussing the next action with Lang Hua, but they immediately stopped talking when they saw someone coming.

Lang Hua shook his head slightly at them, indicating that they didn't need to pay attention.

And this attitude of not shying away from anything is obviously to accept Haiping as one of our own...

What happened in the warehouse for half a day? And why did Lang Hua insist on breaking into the corpses to save this young man regardless of the danger?

Judging from Lang Hua's expression at that time, the two of them must not be old acquaintances. Could it be that just because he said "when the road is rough, draw your sword to help", Lang Hua could put his own life and death aside and even accept such an outsider?

Lin Wenjin has worked hard in society for many years and is very accurate in judging people. He believes that Lang Hua is definitely not such a good person. If he had not been in a hurry, the idea of ​​"waiting for people to die before taking weapons" might have been adopted by Lang Hua...

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Lin Wenjin squinted his eyes, but heard Yang Bensheng conclude: "As of today, we have deviated from the planned route by twenty kilometers. This is not the twenty kilometers before the end of the world. It can be easily reached by driving on the highway in half an hour. When we go back, we will not only have to go again

When traveling through an urban area densely populated by corpses, the speed may be reduced by another 10% due to the further evolution of the black corpses."

"How about bypassing the urban area?" Li Liping frowned and joined the discussion: "Detour from the south side of Shashi District 3. I remember that area has been demolished and deserted due to the 'Reforestation Movement'."

She really didn't want to stay on the other side of the room. Those who had offended Hai Ping turned their backs too quickly. After Hai Ping walked away, they cursed, and the words were as unpleasant as possible.

"No," Yang Bensheng shook his head and said, "Not to mention whether there will be more dangers in the unshielded wilderness in the apocalypse. Just because of this, we will have to take a detour for three more days. In the apocalypse, dangers are changing rapidly and dangers are everywhere. I

I don’t think we can afford to delay these three days.”

After speaking, Yang Bensheng glanced at Lang Hua.