On Daxing Island, a small villa is filled with smoke. Cigarette butts and all sorts of food packaging and scraps were thrown everywhere.

It is said to be a small villa, but it is actually no different from the general two-story building in the countryside. As the name suggests, Daxing Island is not small in area. Although it has a permanent population of tens of thousands, it is still not as densely populated as large cities on land. People have more room to build a house. Of course, buildings have been built on the better parts of the island. This time in the last days, there are ten rooms and nine empty rooms.

Therefore, the place near the edge of the island can be cleaner, and the "boss" in Wang Wei's mouth chose a house here and took it for himself. As for the previous owner of this house, except for an eldest daughter who was a little beautiful, the whole family went into the belly of the zombie.

By the way, now the eldest daughter is sitting on his lap. Not only could the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl not retaliate, but she had to endure the wanton pinching and playing with any part of her body by her killer, swallowing tears and forcing a smile.

"Mom, Brother Wu, it's self-touching again!"

"Brother Wu's luck is awesome today!"

The people at the table flattered them heavily.

The man called Brother Wu was triumphant, and pinched the girl's chest fiercely: "What nonsense, give money!" ”

The little guys at the poker table are busy digging into their pockets. However, it was not the banknotes that had been turned into waste paper that were taken out, but the bloody fingers!

One of the younger brothers turned his coat pocket upside down, and was still one short of one according to the rules of the table, so he stood up, grabbed a survivor standing in the corner, pressed his hand to the cutting board on the table by the wall, and cut off the last finger of his right hand in the man's plea.

"Boss, give~" The younger brother held the "coin" he had just gotten and sent it to Brother Wu as if offering a treasure.

Brother Wu glanced at it with a little disgust, and pinched the girl again: "Good, take all this money from Lao Tzu." ”

The girl struggled to see the bloody scene, and finally reluctantly stretched out her trembling little hand and gathered her fingers into a small bag, including the freshest one.

The little brother walked to his seat with a fart, passed by the survivor who had lost his finger, and kicked him angrily: "What a howl! Isn't it just a finger! Howl again, I'll kill you now! ”

Hearing this, the survivor could only stuff his left hand, which was only the palm of his hand, into his mouth, and bit it hard, trying to suppress the pain that seeped into his bones.

In the corner of the room were a few survivors huddled, their faces as dead as ashes.

Those who lose their fingers will lose the last trace of value, and it will not be long before they become food for zombies.

Even if they were fully formed, they wouldn't live long. Since the occupation of Daxing Island, "Brother Wu" has forbidden some people who he believes have no meaning in living to eat. Most of these people were old and weak, so they had run out of food before he occupied Daxing Island. Now he is so hungry that he can't stand up, so he can only eat the leftover bones and bags eaten by Brother Wu and others, and the human stomach can't digest those things at all.

However, before they are hungry to death, Brother Wu will definitely feed them to the zombies. In order to maintain the evolution speed of zombies, Brother Wu will give a few zombies that he focuses on cultivating alive every day, and he will not waste their dozens of catties of meat in vain.

However, zombies do not eat people into a complete skeleton. Zombies will always waste such details as fingers, so they were used as currency by Brother Wu's "waste utilization".

Maybe when he uses this army in his hands to dominate the world, he will really use human fingers as currency. No other choice is worthy of this last days, much less worthy of his ambitions.

Of course, it's a bit disgusting. So Brother Wu himself didn't bother to do it, which made the girl retract her fingers.

"Come on, next pot!"

Brother Wu and the little brothers at the table shouted and washed mahjong with great interest.

Bang, the door was slammed open. A little brother rushed in panting: "Boss, it's not good...... Wang Wei, Wang Wei, he's dead! The ship also sank! ”

"What?!"

"How is this possible!"

The little brothers looked confused.

Although they also didn't like to see the man surnamed Wang, wishing that he would go to the west as soon as possible, but he drove a freshly baked modified ship, and ordinary ships could easily be disemboweled, how could the ship be destroyed and people died?

It's impossible to run into a warship. There were no warships here before the end of the world.

"No, that's not all! The zombies on their boat also escaped and were in the water, biting them all to death! The little brother shouted in shock, "We went out to sea to fish, and we caught the last one who was still alive, and we killed several people on our boat!" ”

As soon as he said this, suddenly a cup of hot tea fell from the sky, and it smashed on his face, burning him and making him scream.

"Shut up!"

Brother Wu said ruthlessly, his face full of horizontal flesh in exchange for murderous aura. "Calm down for Lao Tzu, 1510, and make everything you know clear."

The little brother swallowed, organized the language, and said everything he knew. Actually, he doesn't know much. The virus flare-up shortly after Wang Wei's last dead brother on the boat was fished up. But the key information is basically there.

After listening to him, Brother Wu touched his chin and showed a playful expression: "White sailboat? Coming to us? ”

"Yes! Later, we found the lifeboat on Wang Wei's boat, which was cut in half, and the section was so smooth that it could show a human figure! The younger brother said, "There must be a supernatural on the white sailing boat, big brother!" What shall we do? Run! ”

"Run?"

Brother Wu narrowed his eyes, pushed away the girl on his lap and stood up, and walked in front of the little brother: "You say it again?" ”

"No, Boss, I ......"

"Birch." Brother Wu called calmly.

Immediately, the door next to him opened, and a handsome young man walked out.

In his early twenties, with a neat white shirt, crisp suit pants, and a delicate and slightly feminine face, he really didn't look intimidating.

However, the little brother hugged Brother Wu's thigh as if he had seen a ghost, and cried and begged for mercy screaming: "I was wrong, I was really wrong!" Please let me go! ”

Brother Wu kicked him away. The distance was very close, so before the little brother could hug Brother Wu's thigh again, the young man had already walked over, grabbed him by the back collar, and dragged him all the way back to the small room he came out of.

The door closed, and it wasn't long before the sound of flesh and bones being torn apart was heard.

"Sailboats, and the Adepts. That's all good stuff. ”

In the silence of the people around him, Brother Wu touched his chin and said to himself with interest: "Since they sent it to the door themselves, they can't miss it." ”