On a table made of bluestone, there are two small dishes, and the yellow egg custard in the porcelain bowl in the middle exudes a unique aroma.

The man with slightly loose hair, his cheeks were covered with dense fine sweat, and he was already a little delicate, and he looked quite free and easy under the light of the slightly warm sun. But the one-eyed man with only one makes the whole person a little ruthless and resolute.

His eyes were slightly flat at this time, and he put the porcelain bowl in his hand on the table. He clapped his hands slightly and stretched his waist. Pick up the chopsticks and tap them slightly on the table. Two side dishes, the same is roasted eggs with green onions, and the same is fried with eggs and minced python heart, including egg custard, both of which use second-order Canghaiqing eggs.

In the absence of ingredients, one egg can be made into three dishes, which is obviously a bittersweet experience.

I tasted a little bit of fried minced meat with python heart, and it was okay, the taste was OK.

The light aroma of herbs, the taste of meat, and the aroma of eggs, just add a little salt flowers, and the three are perfectly blended.

The old man's craftsmanship is not lazy! Bai Chang thought in his heart. Just as he was about to taste the custard, there was a sudden noise that made his hands shake.

"My custard." Bai Chang let out a low cry.

A jelly-like object with a faint golden yellow color slipped off his spoon and fell onto the table. Secretly saying in his heart that it was a pity, Bai Chang dug up another spoonful and put it in his mouth. The indescribable aroma of eggs slowly unfolded on the taste buds, making Bai Chang's originally uncalm heart gradually soothed.

At this time, Bai Chang focused all his attention on the egg custard he made, one, two, and three spoonfuls,....... Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, when fast, as if greedily retaining that taste, and when slow, as if savoring the taste that is difficult to keep.

Time became a little meaningless at this point, except for the dwindling custard, everything seemed so normal. There was a dull thud, from far and near. Bai Chang gently put down the spoon, his breathing gradually became short, and on top of his clenched fists, the green tendons bulged, as if he was suppressing something.

"Ugh." With a light sigh, all Bai Chang's strength seemed to be drained, and he just closed his eyes slightly.

It was the sound of the city gate closing, and Bai Chang, who had lived here for nearly three months, knew it very well. On Slave Day, as long as a sufficient number of slaves are recruited, they will not care about the lives of other scavengers. The base's armed forces will show no mercy to scavengers who want to break in. Death is inevitable, it's just a matter of how much.

Even if there are many scavengers, it is impossible for a single person to break in. On the one hand, the scavengers have no strength at all, and the strength of the general primary level cannot even reach the level of the primary level. On the other hand, they have to deal with a hopeless bloodvine, which is the guarantee of this medium-sized survivor base.

No one knows how the city lord here got the seed of this creature, so that he can be worthy of the third-order level, but in terms of defense, he can reach the fifth-order level. The contrast between the Bloodvine and the Scavenger is as disparity between a prehistoric anteater with a large size and a mass of termites.

This blood-cranching vine alone can leave all the scavengers to eat, not to mention the monsters that gather there every time it's Slave Day:

Bone-eating ants, Gale vultures, blood wolves, zombie dogs, agility zombies, power zombies, mutant zombies, hybrid zombies...... The strength of the lowest order and the highest third order made these scavengers sentenced to death the moment they closed the door.

Originally, when the noisy voice came, Bai Chang, who had third-order strength, could clearly hear the resentful scolding, crying, and so on. Bai Chang, who has been wandering in this last world for seven years, has seen too many things like this, too much. But just because I've seen a lot doesn't mean I'm numb.

Bai Chang never thinks that he is a good person, on the contrary, Bai Chang just wants to be a little person. The poor are good for themselves, and the rich are good for the world, and they are counted as their own standards. To put it simply, it is how much ability you have and how much you manage.

So at the beginning, Bai Chang would stand on the city wall and watch, but after he found that he really couldn't do anything, Bai Chang stopped looking, what should he do.

The capacity of a survivor base is limited, and it is impossible to fit all the remaining scavengers. Every time Slave Day comes, the monsters around it will gather more and more, and the distance to the city wall will get closer and closer, so you have to give up something for the safety of the survivor base.

Even if you don't take these into account, just putting the scavengers in, the species that are mixed in it, and other things, is enough to wipe out a survivor base, which is why the scavengers have to be checked one by one when they come in.

For various reasons, this tragic appearance cannot be said to be cruel, but can only be said to be an inevitable choice under reason. In Bai Chang's opinion, the city lord of this place was quite benevolent, at least he didn't directly devour these scavengers with the blood vines, you know, this kind of vine eats meat.

Although he constantly analyzed the necessity of doing so, Bai Chang's heart was still a little difficult to calm down. Understanding is one thing, while habit is another. Originally, looking at such a sumptuous meal on this table, Bai Chang was quite relaxed. But the sound in his ears, Bai Chang didn't want to pay attention to it, but the more he didn't want to, the more desolate he felt in his heart.

Since the end of the world, under the combined effect of zombies, the return of the Cambrian period, and the invasion of alien races, the human race, who was originally the supreme ruler of this aqua blue planet, fell down from the throne of the head of all things, and the population has been declining in seven years, and the original population of more than 8 billion is less than one billion. That's just 10 out of every 80 people, and that's including the growing population.

And the ridiculous thing is that at least 700 million people in this dead population died not from the mouths of zombies, mutated creatures, nor at the hands of aliens, but at the hands of their own race, from the cannibalism of humans.

Even now, at least 300,000 people die every month at the hands of secret sacrifices or heretics, the peak number of slaves dying per month can reach a million, and the number of scavengers dying because they are not accepted can exceed 10 million in half a year.

In the last days, the death of slaves, scavengers, is taken for granted, and even deserved. If the early stage of the end of the world was the slaughter of human beings by monsters, then, now, it is the plundering of human beings themselves. It is a pity that today, this situation has not been resisted, but has intensified.

The number of scavengers is not endless, once there is no scavengers this huge population replenishment, it will directly lead to the shortage of slaves, the lack of labor, and the chain reaction will affect the development of the survivor base step by step. The survivor base that is difficult to develop, in the face of the alien race that is approaching step by step, will only end up in the destruction of the city.

People who can live in the last days are not stupid people, this question is something that everyone can think of, but how many forces are making a little effort to preserve the number of human populations.

Protecting waste pickers is a thankless task in the eyes of various forces, and once the protected waste pickers enter the base of hostile forces in the flow, they will indirectly damage their own interests. Not to mention the stupidity of reducing the use of slaves, which directly harms one's own interests.

After thinking about it so much, Bai Chang's heart has also calmed down, but the bitterness in his mouth is difficult to eliminate for a long time. In the face of the current situation of human beings, Bai Chang can't do much, but the analysis of the current situation can point out the direction for Bai Chang's future planning, which can be regarded as a good thing.

Holding the jade cicada in his hand, Bai Chang calmed down, and then ate the side dishes. For the sound of the outside world, it is truly deaf.......