Even if the end comes, life and death are at stake, even if they can only eat potatoes to barely satisfy their stomachs, there are always many people who can spare their minds to play. For this kind of person, happiness is far more important than a full stomach, after all, the first meaning of life is to find ways to have fun.

Song Xiaocheng used to think that he was this kind of person. Huan Lingyu is also such a person, which is why he can play with Huan Lingyu.

For Huan Shao, there are not too many big deals in this world. For example, the college entrance examination, such as work, and then for example, girls - even the night before the college entrance examination, they have to go to the Internet café to charter a night machine, and brush up on copies all night, which is called "decompression and preparation". Because he always has the ability to crush these things that others think are "life events".

Song Xiaocheng is the same, there are not too many things in this world that he can't fight. For example, in the college entrance examination, when he felt that this incident made him too upset, and even made his life dull and colorless, making him unhappy, Song Xiaocheng also went to the Internet café with Huan Lingyu to charter a night machine.

The difference between the two is that Huan Lingyu still hurriedly took a taxi to the exam the next morning, while Song Xiaocheng continued his morning session after the night machine ended, and did not go home to sleep until after noon.

For those who have seen it, things in this world really don't have that much of a big deal. But Song Xiaocheng feels that this standard is for smart people - they can clearly understand the seriousness of the incident, and even if they anticipate great suffering, they can be willing to be happy for a while.

And not like this retarded person in front of me.

"You shouldn't hate these cultists, do you?

Although the person who gave the potatoes was the same big sister who pushed the cart, it was baked potatoes for dinner, unlike boiled potatoes for breakfast or steamed potatoes for lunch.

Looking at the small piece of blackened potatoes in his hand, Song Xiaocheng was a little unable to whet his appetite. On the contrary, it would be strange for anyone to eat merrily among the blood-soaked human sacrifices and charred zombie corpses.

"One yard to one yard, they're cool!" said Old Peel as he gulped down a baked potato.

Cool? maybe. Perhaps this cult is attracting teenage believers through this kind of thing - little zombies who can fight B-BOX.

But looking at Lao Pi munching on baked potatoes and glancing at the two potatoes in Song Xiaocheng's hand with his eyes, Song Xiaocheng couldn't imagine that the firefighting and firefighting work in this country was entrusted to such a person, and he couldn't help asking: "...... like you How did people get into the fire squadron?"

He originally wanted to say "stupid like you", but for the time being, he still felt that he should not act too much like a bastard. After all, it was Lao Pi who drove the fire tank to save his life that morning, although he felt that maybe even if Lao Pi didn't save him at that time, he wouldn't have died.

"My brother-in-law is a sheriff and is very familiar with the people in the fire department, so he asked me to go over and mix rice. Lao Pi's mouth was stuffed with potatoes, and he said vaguely.

"Huh, so you're not directly from ...... I thought that firefighters should at least have a military background. ”

"Huh??" Lao Pi pouted, obviously not below Song Xiaocheng, "Ah, it seems that you don't understand at all." The system in our country is different from that in other countries – firefighters and sheriffs are professional employees, not state employees. A lot of people don't figure this out, but the difference is that our salaries are paid by your city residents' committees, not by state grants. ”

"So you're a professional firefighter?"

"Yes. Although I didn't have time to sign the labor contract, the fire squadron made a mess of a bunch of zombies. ”

It's no wonder that the world is getting worse and worse, and it's no wonder that these guys only care about protecting themselves when disaster strikes.

"Don't you eat potatoes, don't you like to eat them?" Lao Pi stared at the two potatoes that Song Xiaocheng was holding in his two hands, and asked with concern.

"Eat. I love to eat, especially to eat. As he spoke, Song Xiaocheng took a bite of the potatoes on the left and right.

Old Leather seemed a little disappointed, and stood up and ran after the cart that had not gone far. After a while, he ran back with a few potatoes and squatted beside Song Xiaocheng. I also followed his example, taking a potato in each hand and eating it on both sides.

"You know what? They say that the big sister who made potatoes has special powers!"

"What special function? baked potatoes?" Song Xiaocheng didn't raise his head, just stared at the flames of zombie corpses still burning in the wall groove in the distance.

"Yes, no...... She can persuade potatoes to taste better!"

"You use this word very expressively, don't you? What kind of persuasion?"

"Potatoes are willing to listen to her!"

No wonder this cult can attract so many believers. There are people with IQ like Lao Pi, why worry about no one believing it?

"They have a special function contest every week. Song Xiaocheng, I think you should participate. I think you might have special abilities too. ”

Song Xiaocheng almost screamed. Maybe, the "special functions" I've been using in the past few days are already at the level of the Flame Demon King, okay!

Alas, why bother with a fool?

If you remove the unpleasant things such as the sacrifice of the living, the lighting of the lamp with corpse oil, and the beating of the congregation as entertainment, Song Xiaocheng has to say that this "Flame Explosion Brotherhood" may really be a good place to take refuge in the last days. If it weren't for the fact that Lin Yu was still in the fireproof fortress now, he even felt that he might be able to endure it in this place.

Not long after the potatoes were eaten, Song Xiaocheng still felt that the dry potato pieces in his throat had not completely slid down, and there were people running around with handheld speakers, such as "warhead assembly" and "zombie attack".

It's weird. Song Xiaocheng wondered how he naturally became the "battle head" that guarded the gate, was it because he had a better movement of the flamethrower that day? Why could Lao Pi continue to go back to watch the little zombie perform B-BOX after dinner?

"Those who can work harder, and those who can't work harder. ”

It was getting darker. Judging from the poster during the day, it should be almost time for the "Colosseum of Heresy".

Song Xiaocheng regretted a little, he shouldn't have come to wade in this muddy water. Maybe it was what happened to Gao He at that time that made him a little unconscious, but now looking back and thinking about it carefully, it was Lao Pi's fault that those three people were taken away, why should he be held responsible for this kind of thing? Even if they were killed by these cultists, it would not be his turn to worry about this matter.

After all, he had more important things to worry about. For example, the "Xinhua Dictionary" he has been thinking about, such as the bald freak, such as their so-called "Flame Explosion Sect Master"-

Thinking of this, Song Xiaocheng thought of the good side of things: although the bald freak has not appeared since that night, the arsonist that Gao He and Cui Wei have been tracking, and the arsonist who almost took the blame for him, may be close at hand.

And after successfully resisting several waves of attacks, the development of things even greatly exceeded Song Xiaocheng's expectations.

"Recruit, you fought valiantly!you are simply the best soldier our warhead has ever had!" said the tall believer with admiration, unloading the steel can from his shoulder.

To be honest, in order not to expose his identity too much, Song Xiaocheng has been trying his best to hide his ability, but in several crisis situations, he still can't help but activate Igni's ability. However, it seems that these cultists do not see any flaws.

"Uh, by all, I mean ......"

"It's been more than 20 days since the warhead was established!" said the tall believer triumphantly, "and you are the best of us!

Song Xiaocheng didn't know if he should be proud. But when it comes to the supreme honor......

"Am I finally going to see the Master?" uh...... I mean, I'd love to meet in person...... Well, the great glory of visiting the Sect Master in person. ”

But even if he's a combat hero, it seems that this proposal is still a bit too much. As soon as these words were spoken, the believers who had gathered around him to celebrate and cheer immediately fell to their knees in front of the shadow wall and prayed on his behalf to the Mother of Flames to forgive him for his arrogance and greed.

Although it took a lot of twists and turns, and was even sent to the goatee's room halfway, in the end, there was no trouble because of the rashness.

"Only the truly outstanding faithful can meet the Sect Master, Recruit! Brute force is not enough!"

Song Xiaocheng only hated that he couldn't press the M button at this time to open the tactical map, and directly killed all the way to the mission target. When the zombies broke out, he deeply realized that the kind of world he was really in the game was such a terrifying experience. Sometimes, however, the real world isn't exactly a game world, and it's frustrating.

It's even more brutal and bloody than the game, but it doesn't have all the convenient settings in the game. That's the reality.

When Song Xiaocheng finally returned to the door of the Fire Dome, Lao Pi was sweating profusely and panting out of it, tired and happy, as if he had just won the junior high school sports meeting.

"I just knocked down three guys by myself!" Lao Pi excitedly showed off to Song Xiaocheng.

"So you went in that Colosseum?"

"Yes, they threw all the people who were captured and didn't want to join them into that Colosseum to fight the zombies!"

Song Xiaocheng couldn't help but sigh, these guys are really good at dancing on the tip of a knife.

"Did you see your three companions?

"I saw it, and I didn't forget it. At least here, no one will ask them to go out and find something to eat. ”

Although the words are true, Song Xiaocheng feels that there seems to be a small bug in it. Does "they joined" mean that those people also passed that "trial"?

"No, I don't. It's because they suspect that we are two or five boys, so they have to go through that. ”

"And how did everyone else get in?"

"Fill in the registration form. ”