Zombie City

The rules of the Zombie Challenge are simple, and the threshold for registration is also very low.

As long as the challenger is not an evolutionary, others can sign up regardless of their skill level, and complete all the level challenges to get the final reward!

At the opening of the Zombie Colosseum, there were a total of six challengers, four of whom were ordinary survivors who took the initiative to participate in the Zombie Challenge. There was no reason for them. They were really desperate and could only choose to be physically strong Time to give it a go.

The most important point is that everyone who participates in the challenge can eat a full meal in the Zombie Arena. Even if it can eat more than a dozen or twenty buns, the Zombie Arena will not be stingy. .

Many people are also looking at this, thinking that they would rather die than be a satiated ghost, so there will always be desperate survivors who come to participate, come early before the start of the challenge or arrive a day earlier, and they will eat it very hard. Two full meals, until I can't eat a bite.

For these guys who came in with the idea of ​​dying to have a meal, the members of the Blood Hall have long been used to it. In order to have a steady stream of people participating in the challenge at the Zombie Arena, the Blood Hall has never been stingy.

Of course, these steamed buns are just one-third of inferior white noodles and two-thirds of corn noodles, and some wild vegetable leaves will be put in them.

But just like this, in the eyes of those starving survivors, it is also extremely delicious, for a long time there will be situations where people will be crushed alive, and when faced with this, the zombie colosseum can only recognize it.

Of the four challengers who took the initiative this time, three were middle-aged men with a trance, and the other was a black and thin young man in his early twenties with no flesh on his cheeks and sunken eye sockets.

"Hey! How many steamed buns can you eat? We will start to challenge in a while!"

An hour before the opening of the Zombie Colosseum, a member of the Blood Hall came to the underground area early and stood at the door of the room where the four participants in the Zombie Challenge were held, and looked at the four people inside with disdain. Tao.

"Twenty!!!"

Immediately a middle-aged man rushed to the gate of the fence and said impatiently, his desire for food made his eyes red, and he looked like a hungry ghost crawling out of hell.

"Twenty? You really want to die!

You can’t eat less than twenty if you burst your belly! That's not a bun, it's cornmeal!

You losers, I warn you, don’t waste food before you die! One person can give you up to ten buns! Give you some more water! "

The young man in the blood hall looked like a stranger. After all, he said he was going to eat 20 buns and was even more exaggerated than the starving ghost he had seen last time. So Shabi said he wanted to eat fifty. ! ! !

The results of it……

I choked to death after only eating seven steamed buns...

If it is a soft bun with pure white noodles, it is not impossible for a hungry person to eat more than ten or twenty. But they serve corn buns with two-thirds of corn flour. The porcelain is very good and can be eaten. Seven or eight are already big stomach kings. If you say twenty, just listen to it like a joke.

"Ten will do! Ten will do!"

The three men who looked like hungry wolves squeezed their faces into the gaps in the fence gate, stretched out a hand and said feverishly.

"I know you starving ghosts have no self-awareness, and if you ask, you are asking for nothing!"

The young man rolled his eyes, turned and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

There was a firm voice in the cold, and stopped the young man who had just turned around.

The young man stopped, turned his head and frowned and asked impatiently:

"What's the matter? Don't take Nima's inch!"

"Can I trouble you with one thing!"

Only then did the young man see that the young man who was speaking was the young man whose eye sockets were sunken in the corner from beginning to end. He didn't speak just now.

"What's the matter with you?"

The young man with sunken eye sockets ignored the gaze looking at him, and said calmly and indifferently:

"I can eat ten steamed buns, but...I would like to trouble you to take these steamed buns out to my sister. She is outside, five years old, wearing two croissants and wearing a shabby red Mian, there is a seventy-year-old lady next to me. I don’t want to eat it, I want to give it to them!"

"amount......"

The young man in the Blood Hall was slightly surprised. He had heard various requests. It was the first time such a request. Because of the similar age, the young man in the Blood Hall rolled his eyes and hesitated. Said after a while.

"Then have you ever wondered...what will they do after you die? Ten steamed buns can support them for a few days?"

After a short pause, the youth of the Blood Hall continued:

"I can risk being scolded and let you go! You are different from these starving ghosts!"

Dull.....

After a moment of silence, the young man whose eye socket was sunken by the gate of the fence showed a wry smile on his face.

"Thank you for your kindness, I know my situation...I...I may not be able to live for a few days, there is only so much I can do before I die..."

The youth of the Blood Hall was slightly startled, then nodded and agreed:

"Okay! This is not too difficult, I'll run it for you!"

The young man turned and left after speaking...

About ten minutes later, the young man in the blood hall returned, still holding a metal tray full of steamed buns in his hand.

"Food! Food! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Coming to the front of the fence gate, the three men couldn't wait to stretch out their dirty palms and let out a low growl.

"Take back your dirty hands! Take it back!"

The young man didn't know when there was an extra small wooden stick in his hand, and it snapped on the outstretched arms.

After the three people retracted their arms in horror, the young man began to throw cornmeal buns into the room through the gap in the fence door.

The three men who looked like evil spirits knelt on the ground and began to **** the steamed buns rolling on the ground. They didn't care about the feces and urine on the ground, and they couldn't wait to put them in their mouths.

Thirty steamed buns were quickly thrown into the room by the youth. The youth knocked on the iron fence with a wooden stick and whispered:

"Ten per person! No looting is allowed!"

Speaking of the youth, he kicked a bucket of water next to the fence gate to prevent these starving ghosts from choking to death again without knowing the temperance.

From beginning to end, the young man with sunken eye sockets stood in the corner, not even looking at the buns on the ground.

Dangdang...

The youth of the Blood Hall knocked on the fence door with a wooden stick and said:

"Hey? You!

The one who asked me to give the steamed buns..."

The young man with sunken eye sockets turned his head and looked here.

The young man in the Blood Hall first let out a helpless sigh, then lifted the tray in his hand to signal.

There were still four steamed buns in the metal tray, and there was even a pack of mustard beside the steamed buns.

Seeing that the young man with sunken eye sockets was indifferent, the young man in the blood hall rolled his eyes helplessly and said:

"I'm talking about you! Although I don't know why you are begging to die!

But...I admire your courage very much, you are different from these three goods, they are all trash that can sell children and sell daughters and wives!

Even if you are on the road...you can't be a starving ghost!

I have already delivered the steamed buns to the old lady and the little girl. Twenty, too many, I can’t explain..."

Hearing these words from the youth of the Blood Hall, the expression of the youth with sunken eye sockets moved slightly.

"thank you!"

The young man with sunken eye sockets bowed deeply and thanked him sincerely.

The Blood Hall youth waved his hand dismissively:

"Small things, anyway, these steamed buns are made more, oh yes... this is your sister for you!"

Speaking of the Blood Hall youth, he took out something from his clothes pocket and loosened his grip. In his palm, there was a bear hairpin whose rhinestones had all been lost.

The young man with sunken eye sockets took the hairpin with trembling palms, tears gleaming under his eyes...

This is something that my sister has always regarded as precious...

Cough cough cough...

The young man suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, and started a violent cough. Some dark, sticky blood flowed slowly down the young man’s fingers...

At this time, the young man in the blood hall sighed lightly. Everything was as he expected. The abnormal sunken eye socket is not only the cause of hunger. In the last days, if you get sick and cannot be treated in time, it is a terminal illness. There is only a dead end. !