Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

Song Qing watched this scene quietly.

This woman named Sun Qing put in the most effort and took the greatest risks, but in the end, she didn't even receive a kind word.

This man named Jiang Chang simply moved his lips and stole all the credit, while also taking a jab at Sun Qing.

Just as the church was filled with jubilation and everyone was praising Jiang Chang.

With a creak.

A wooden door in the church was pushed open from the inside.

An elderly foreign man with a full head of silver hair slowly slid out of the room in a wheelchair.

The old man's cloudy eyes looked at Sun Qing.

"Granddaughter, you're back."

Sun Qing jogged over.

"Grandpa, how are you feeling?"

The old man shook his head.

"I'm fine."

Song Qing noticed that the foreign old man spoke Mandarin very well, with almost no accent.

None of the other survivors in the church paid any attention to the grandfather and grandson, as if they were invisible. All attention was on Jiang Chang.

The old man raised his hand to touch Sun Qing's head, but because he was sitting in a wheelchair, he couldn't reach it.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Sun Qing immediately bent down, took the old man's hand, and gently placed it on his head.

"Grandpa, you can touch it."

The old man smiled.

"It's getting taller and taller. It used to be just a little bit bigger, but now it's grown so tall."

Just then.

The old man suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently.

"grandfather!"

Sun Qing quickly stepped forward and gently patted the old man's back to help him catch his breath.

The cough lasted for a long time.

Finally, the old man stopped. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his mouth.

Sun Qing's eyes dimmed. She didn't say anything, but simply pressed herself against her grandfather.

The old man, however, acted as if nothing had happened, still smiling and stroking Sun Qing's head.

It was at this moment that Song Qing noticed the old man raise his head.

His eyes were fixed on Song Qing.

That was a very strange look in his eyes.

There was no sense of unfamiliarity, no sense of wariness.

His gaze was as if... he had known Song Qing for a long time.

Song Qing felt a little strange.

But he didn't think about it any further.

A long time passed.

Just then, a wooden door on one side of the church was opened.

Jiang Chang and his men came out. There were guards at the door of that room, so it seemed to be Jiang Chang's private room.

Several henchmen followed behind carrying a huge iron pot.

Jiang Changqing cleared his throat and said.

"Dinner's ready!"

Instantly, all the survivors erupted in excitement, rushing around with their bowls in hand.

Jiang Chang stood by the pot, enjoying the company of the crowd, a smug smile on his face.

After a while

Jiang Chang, carrying a bowl, walked through the crowd to Song Qing.

"Brother Song, this is for you."

Jiang Chang handed over the bowl.

Song Qing glanced down.

There was less than half a bowl of porridge in the bowl, just clear broth and little water.

It's like trying to get rid of a stray dog ​​on the street.

Jiang Chang still wore that warm smile.

"Brother Song, we distribute rewards according to work done. You've just arrived and haven't contributed anything yet, so according to the rules, this is all we can give you. Please don't mind."

Song Qing found it laughable.

This person was terrified after seeing his ability to instantly kill a second-tier zombie.

I doubt he would dare to turn against me directly, much less drive me away.

Therefore, he chose this most underhanded trick.

He wanted to use this method to suppress himself.

How childish.

Song Qing did not go to see Jiang Chang.

"No."

He said calmly.

"I'm not hungry."

Jiang Chang's smile froze for a moment.

He clearly hadn't expected Song Qing to react this way.

No anger, no questioning, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

This feeling of being ignored made Jiang Chang extremely uncomfortable.

He held the bowl, his hand outstretched, and froze on the spot.

He took a deep breath and said.

"Alright then, Brother Song."

Jiang Chang smiled and turned to his underlings behind him.

"Go and get another bowl of porridge."

The young man immediately nodded and turned to ladle out a bowl.

Song Qing noticed that the second bowl of porridge that the younger brother brought was exactly the same portion as the one he had given her before—it was thin and watery, and pitifully small.

Jiang Chang carried the two bowls of porridge, a fake smile returning to his face, and walked towards Sun Qing and her grandfather.

He handed one of the bowls to Sun Qing.

"Sister Sun, here's your meal."

Then he handed another bowl to the elderly man in the wheelchair.

"Father, this is yours."

The two nodded and accepted the bowl.

Song Qing's gaze swept over.

Those survivors gathered around the iron pot had bowls of porridge so thick that spoons could almost stand upright in it, with chopped cured meat and luncheon meat floating on top.

The two bowls handed to Sun Qing and the old priest were more like rice soup than porridge.

But Sun Qing only said one sentence.

"Thanks."

Jiang Chang smiled and nodded.

"You're welcome, please enjoy your meal."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the center of the crowd.

Song Qing shook his head.

He couldn't quite figure out whether this woman named Sun Qing was truly stupid or just pretending.

All that hard work outside, risking your life to hunt zombies, and all you get in return is a bowl of clear soup that can't even fill your stomach?

However, none of this concerns him.

He has no interest in meddling in other people's business; it's not worth it.

Song Qing's mindset has changed imperceptibly over the past few days.

He's become a bit cold, to the point that he himself doesn't realize it.

He didn't want to deal with anything unnecessary, nor was he bothered to.

There's no point in staying here any longer.

His purpose in coming here was simply to see what this so-called survivor base was really like.

Now, my curiosity has been satisfied.

It's time to go.

He hadn't forgotten that his real purpose in coming to Dongcheng District was to accumulate points and attribute points.

Just as Song Qing turned to leave.

A voice said.

"Young man, could you come here for a moment?"

Song Qing stopped in her tracks.

He turned around and saw the elderly foreign man in the wheelchair smiling and waving at him.

Song Qing narrowed his eyes slightly.

This old man is a bit strange.

He walked over and stood in front of the old man.

"What is it?"

His voice was flat, devoid of emotion.

The old man looked at Song Qing with an apologetic expression, then turned to look at his granddaughter.

"Xiao Qing, I have something to discuss with this gentleman. Could you stand guard outside for Grandpa for a bit, okay?"

Sun Qing nodded obediently.

"Okay, Grandpa."

The old man then looked at Song Qing again and said with a smile.

"Sir, may I speak with you in private?"

The strange feeling in Song Qing's heart grew stronger.

He wanted to see what this old man was really up to.

He didn't speak, he just nodded.

.

The two entered the room one after the other.

The room was very simple, with only a wooden bed, a desk and a chair.

The old man didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point.

"Mr. Song Qing, hello, my name is Blaise."

Song Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

How did he know my name?

Since the end of the world, he has never told anyone his full name except to the women in his family.

Moreover, this was a foreign old man they were meeting for the first time.

A chilling killing intent instantly rose from the depths of Song Qing's heart.

"Who exactly are you?"

His voice turned cold.

The temperature in the room began to drop.

An invisible chill emanated from him, and a thin layer of white frost condensed on the ground.

However, the old man still had a warm smile on his face.

He raised his hand and pointed to his eyes.

"because."

The old man spoke slowly.

"I can see the future."