In Song Xiaocheng's view, this so-called "Flame Explosion Brotherhood" is simply a cult organization. Although he couldn't figure out for a while, what kind of person would bother to maintain a cult in the current post-apocalyptic scene, and what was the purpose?

Judging from the dormitory last night and the scene in the courtyard the next morning, the Flame Brotherhood is extremely organized, and there are at least 1,000 people or more.

"Our brothers and sisters were in the tens of thousands. Now, we are the last spark in this world!" a masked elder sister pushing a large cart of cooked potatoes said to Song Xiaocheng sonorously.

At least, in the Flame Brotherhood, the food is quite sufficient.

On the day he stayed in the "fire fortress", in addition to distributing some white porridge for breakfast, Song Xiaocheng seemed to only see food such as potato chips and spicy strips. Although you shouldn't be picky about the taste during the special period, let alone consider calories and health problems, using this snack food as a ration is obviously revealing a dangerous signal.

"So, all these potatoes were scavenged from outside?"

Song Xiaocheng took a huge potato handed to him by his eldest sister and looked up and asked.

"Yes! Disasters and doomsday have taken away our loved ones and our lives, but they have also left us with compassion and a future!"

"That'...... When the potatoes are finished, you ...... Uh, what are we going to do?"

"Thank you to our great sect leader, who has made us fully prepared for the end of the day!"

It's peculiar. After talking with a few sect members in the courtyard who were eating potatoes together, Song Xiaocheng learned that the members of this cult had been prepared for the zombie outbreak for a long time! Their leader, whom the cult called the "Flame Explosion Sect Master", had not only planned to occupy this war readiness warehouse after the zombie outbreak, but had also established a mature and perfect "disaster survival plan" and a "quiet period construction plan" within the sect -- the former involved the use of urban green space, hospitals, war readiness warehouses and other resources to build food during the disaster period. Medicines, dyes and ammunition supplies, the latter referring to construction work after the zombie apocalypse has subsided.

"The Master says that we will not be able to completely wipe out the army of the dead in the short term, we are only trying to balance the relationship between the living and the dead. A believer who squatted beside Song Xiaocheng and ate potatoes with him said.

In other words, in the opinion of the "Flame Blasting Master", the future world is a world where zombies and humans coexist.

Promise of salvation, promise of survival, as a way to envelop believers, the standard cult practice. Although Song Xiaocheng didn't say it, he sneered in his heart. A cult is a cult, and that "decoration" on the wall of the shadow wall at the gate is enough to explain everything.

Although I have to admit that the "Flame Brotherhood" is indeed hardcore enough when it comes to survival in the last days: it knows how to use resources reasonably, manage a large number of rabble, and can also be extremely effective against waves of zombie attacks. Except for one thing......

"Why do you have to use a flamethrower?"

Song Xiaocheng noticed that although the "Flame Brotherhood" had occupied an entire war storehouse, he had never seen any weapons other than home-made flamethrowers converted from gas steel canisters or agricultural sprayers—except for kitchen knives and wrenches.

"Because...... Ah, brother, we're the Flame Brother, eh, didn't anyone tell you why we called it?"

"Nope. Before I joined you, someone just put a fire on my arm. Song Xiaocheng said expressionlessly.

"Because our beloved Flame Burst Master is a Child of Flames!

"Oh. You mean, he taught you how to convert gas canisters and pesticide sprayers into flamethrowers?"

"No, no, no, it's really 'manipulating the flame'! It's more real than pearls!" said the believer in a tone that sounded like a trick.

"What's the manipulation?"

"Sect Master—I saw it with my own eyes, so I joined the Flame Brotherhood—he can shoot flames directly from the palm of his hand!

The disciple turned half of the potato in his left hand to his right hand and pointed his right finger on the palm of his left hand, "How? I saw it with my own eyes! Have you ever heard of someone who can breathe fire from the palm of his hand?"

Song Xiaocheng stared at this sectist with shocked eyes, unable to take his eyes off for a long time.

When the believer saw Song Xiaocheng's expression, he felt that his words had really achieved the desired effect, so he showed a look of "This is like words".

Compared with his own age, Song Xiaocheng is probably a scheming person, which also makes him much more tired than other peers. When others can put down the burden on their shoulders at any time and enjoy the joyful life between heaven and earth, he always has those "responsibilities" and "expectations" in his heart, and so on.

Although sometimes, even Song Xiaocheng himself is tired of this kind of "positive energy" mentality like a moral saint, but people's personalities are like shadows behind you, and you can never get rid of them.

This is probably why Song Xiaocheng is very annoyed with Lao Pi.

"Hey, Xiaocheng, look at this! Hahaha, this dude can play B-BOX!"

Throughout the morning, Song Xiaocheng was not only arrested several times to help defend against the zombies at the iron gate at the entrance, but also had to try his best to inquire among the disciples about the "three prisoners" or "prison", "dungeon" and the like, and at the same time made sure that he did not show any of his feet. After eating some potatoes with different tastes at noon, he was surprised to find that Lao Pi was having a great time with a few disciples in front of a half-man high dog cage.

"What are you playing?" Song Xiaocheng asked with a frown. It's hard to imagine that at this time yesterday, this guy kicked to death a Flame Brotherhood believer alive because he saw the remains of his companion.

"Look at this, look at this!hahaha, it's amazing...... Hey, dude, put on that one again!"

Inside the cage was a skinny and small child, just a bruised corpse spot on his skin, and his face was a little shriveled and wrinkled, as if it were a zombie, dancing and twisting, and his mouth was crackling with movement.

Song Xiaocheng rubbed his temples and closed his eyes for a while, letting his emotions calm down as much as possible in the B-BOX of the little zombie and the cheers of the group of believers around him.

"Leather ...... What is your name? Have you found out the whereabouts of your three friends?"

Song Xiaocheng's words seemed to greatly remind Lao Pi, like waking up a student who was sleeping in the college entrance examination room.

"Ahh

"Keep it low-key! Be careful of being discovered......"

Song Xiaocheng reminded Lao Pi, but it was too late. Old Leather turned his head and ran back to the cage, grabbing a believer who was harmonizing with the rhythm of the little zombie.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, I can't play anymore, I have something to ask you. Yesterday we got three people back, do you know where they're kept?"

"Three people?" Brother Zhang glanced back at Lao Pi, and then looked back at Song Xiaocheng.

For a while, Song Xiaocheng sighed deeply, probably sooner or later in his life, he would have to explain it to his pig teammates. I had to put on a natural expression while secretly using my strength in my right hand, ready to deal with any possible situation.

"The marauders captured at least a dozen living people yesterday! Go find them in the Fire Dome after dark!" Brother Zhang said as he eagerly rejoined the rhythm of the little zombies.

"Where's the Fire Dome?" Lao Pi continued to ask Brother Zhang.

But Brother Zhang looked impatient, and only cared about the rhythm of puffing in his mouth, and roughly pushed Lao Pi behind him, and pointed in a random direction with his fingers.

It turns out that in this world, there are not as many smart people as Song Xiaocheng imagined.

The so-called "Fire Dome" is just another warehouse, but it is decorated with more flames and graffiti, and about dozens of believers are crowded into the warehouse, and the voices of people are noisy, and bursts of cheers erupt from time to time. And in the middle of the crowd, there was the sound of fighting.

You don't have to get too close, Song Xiaocheng has already seen it. The crowd gathered around a ring, about the size of a normal boxing ring, except that it didn't rise up, but instead circled a field on the ground with a few steel pipes and nylon ropes.

"The Fire Dome is a ring, isn't it?" said Old Pi, a little frustrated in his voice.

It seems that the two people who are fighting in the ring are not Lao Pi's companions.

"Old Pi, look at this!"

Song Xiaocheng pointed to a piece of paper pasted on the wall

"The Fire Dome Arena is open after twelve o'clock every day. From 12 to 14 o'clock, the brothers' wrestling show, from 21 to 1 a.m., the Colosseum, and the rest of the time, for combat training. ”

Lao Pi looked at the big yellow paper, and read the words written with a black brush one by one.

"Your friend must have been sent to the Colosseum of Heresy," Song Xiaocheng said after waiting for Lao Pi to finish reading, "We'd better come back in the evening." ”

However, his words were drowned out by a loud cheer. When Song Xiaocheng looked back, he found that blood was splattered in the middle of the crowd behind him. It seems that another loser has lost his entire bet.

Not surprisingly, Lao Pi quickly approached the crowd and craned his neck to watch the excitement.

Violent, bloody, savage, cruel. With his indifference and contempt for life, Song Xiaocheng felt more and more that the so-called "Flame Brotherhood" was simply a cult organization that annihilated human nature. And that "Flame Explosion Sect Master", there is no doubt that there will be a battle between himself and him.

Perhaps the best way to deal with such an organization is to try to wipe them out completely. Song Xiaocheng thought secretly.

At this time, a sharp alarm sounded in the courtyard of the war readiness warehouse, and several believers who had pulled down their masks ran briskly while shouting words like "zombie invasion, all sides prepare for war" with handheld loudspeakers.

It's already the fourth time today. Song Xiaocheng sighed and ran towards the warehouse gate.

"Find your spot, recruit!"

A tall believer rudely hung a gas steel can on his back.

"Do you want me to hand you the flamethrower?

Holding the flamethrower in his hand, Song Xiaocheng lay on the wall, looking at the tide of corpses coming from afar on the street, and then looked back at the other believers waiting on his side and the angelic woman on the shadow wall behind him, and shook the flamethrower in his hand hard.

Perhaps, human beings are such a contradictory species - like a scale, forever oscillating back and forth between "evil" and "justice".