A few minutes later, the fifth floor...

Li Wu took out the cigarette case from his arms, respectfully handed one to Ding Xing, and then stretched out the lighter with one hand to cover it.

The crisp click of the flath of the lighter echoed in the crowded hall, causing many people to look up.

Some of them are addicted to cigarettes, and they even lick their lips involuntarily.

But in spite of their greed, they did not dare to make any movement, but their eyes were fixed on the beating flame, waiting for the man's next move.

While there is no clear hierarchy here, there is a consensus that everyone knows well.

If you can do it, you will have meat, smoke, and even wine. No way? Then you can only honestly eat the food allocated and pick up the leftover cigarette butts that people smoke.

And they are the ones who can't do it, so they can only watch Li Wu's movements, hoping that they can be one step ahead of others for a while, so that they can smell the smell of second-hand smoke.

Looking at the group of beggars who surrounded him but only dared to squat honestly at his feet, Li Wu said with an unchanged face: "Brother Ding, we are new here, and we will have to rely on you to take care of them in the future." ”

As he spoke, he flipped his wrist and stuffed the cigarette case in his hand into Ding Xing's pocket.

"It's good to say, as long as you have the ability, Brother Guan will not treat anyone badly." Since Brother Guan had already informed them to stay, Ding Xing did not refuse Li Wu's filial piety this time. After lowering her head and lighting the cigarette, Meimei smoked back.

His expression was relaxed, as if he didn't care about the life or death of Chen Jiang that Xiao Guan said just now.

When is it, how can you think about others, and live yourself well is the most important thing.

Since that guy is thinking about how to run out every day, to track down that fierce guy who can't even help Brother Guan. That death is outside, that is, sooner or later.

In this way, the dead face is finally dead outside. Now that there is a newcomer under his hands, he can finally kick out the annoying Tan Feng. It's a double happiness, the best of both worlds.

"Come with me, I'll take you to a room!" Ding Xing said and prepared to walk around the room.

Hula!

As his footsteps lifted, the people surrounding their feet quickly huddled together, making way for Ding Xing to make a narrow path.

When Li Wu and the others followed Ding Xing, the gang followed from behind, forming a semicircle from behind, surrounding and following them.

They didn't listen to the conversation between Ding Xing and Li Wu at all, they just put all their thoughts on the half of the cigarette at Ding Xing's fingertips.

Maybe he sensed everyone's desire, or maybe Ding Xing also wanted to show Li Wu and them the survival relationship here.

I saw him suddenly stop and turn to look at Li Wu and them.

And Old Man Kong, who didn't know what he wanted to do, was confused, but he still gave way to the side, leaving him a small space.

Ding Xing raised his head slightly to signal everyone to look behind him, and then casually threw the cigarette butts from his fingertips at the crowd in front of him...

"My..."

"Don't step on the horse and rob me!"

“……”

Before the cigarette butt hit the ground, the crowd following behind quickly rushed up. A group of people push me, I push you, and soon the team that was originally a little orderly will be scattered.

What the hell?

Li Wu and the others watched as these people quickly entered a state of battle that began to scramble from the chaos at the beginning. One by one, they were all a little dumbfounded.

The most important thing is... All they had to fight for was a cigarette butt that was already burning to the point of a sponge.

Perhaps in this oppressive space, a puff of smoke that is better than nothing can bring them a trace of spiritual comfort.

But what Li Wu couldn't understand was why these people would rather break their heads here for a cigarette butt than take the risk of going out to find more supplies.

Is it greed? What is the point of such survival?

Is it fear of death? What is the difference between being alive and dying like this?

But no matter what, it was these people's own choice, and they couldn't evaluate Old Man Kong.

It can only be said that this is a kind of sorrow, as for the sorrow of people, or the sorrow of this world?

So what's the difference?

………

In a small house not far from the six-story building, a shirtless young man with lean muscles suddenly opened his eyes.

He didn't even take a good look at his surroundings, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to immediately roll over and sit up.

"Hmph..."

But he tried several times, but he only stood up in place twice in embarrassment, and did not make the expected moves. And not only that, but this force also involved his wound, and he grinned in pain

"Wake up!"

A man's voice suddenly came from the direction overhead. He was startled, and quickly pushed the back of his head against the ground, trying to tilt his head back, trying to see who was speaking.

"Don't step on the horse, I'll break my neck in a while."

Wei Lai shoved the last piece of bread into his mouth, and swallowed it after only two cursory chews.

Patting the bread powder on his hand, he came to the side and looked at the young man who had been carried back from the street by himself and said, "First I was so seriously injured, and then I fell from the second floor and fell to the ground face and I didn't die." You're hard, buddy! ”

The young man turned his head sideways and finally saw Wei Lai's appearance clearly, with a cold expression on his red and swollen face.

"Who are you?"

A mouth, and a voice that is even more lifeless

Hehe... Is it really old that I am? Are young people so arrogant nowadays?

Wei Lai, who felt that he was a little thankless, lifted his trouser legs, bent his legs and squatted beside the man, looked at the already swollen and slightly purple face and said: "Do you know how to be polite, Lao Tzu will save you from afar, you have this attitude?" ”

Did he save himself?

The young man also seems to feel that there is something wrong with his attitude. He blinked his heavy eyelids, and a smile like crying erupted on his face that was about the size of a ball.

The two lips that were cut out by the pebbles pouted to the side, "My name is Chen Jiang." Thank you! ”

"Hey!" Wei Lai pulled a long voice, looking like he was right. Then he poked Chen Jiang's messy lower abdomen and said, "You have a broken arm, and the wound on your stomach is quite deep." I don't know how to take the bones, so I can only wrap the wound for you first. ”

"But you kid is very ruthless, dare to pour liquor on his body with such a big wound?"

"You're not afraid that you will die of pain before you have escaped the zombies?"

"My life... Chen Jiang shook his head with difficulty, grinning and replied: "It's death... Can't die! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he scolded in a low voice with a distorted expression, "Hmph... Holy..."

I didn't feel anything because I just woke up. After saying a few words, his consciousness had gradually recovered, and he could clearly feel the pain coming from all over his body.

Wei came to see him in this painful way to die and come back to life, and there was no other good way. I could only bow my head and light a cigarette and insert it into his mouth, which was supposed to be anesthetized.

After Chen Jiang took a puff by relying on his instinct to inhale, he asked, "Did you see that big guy?" What color are the eyes? ”

"Ahem... Yellow..."

Chen Jiang took a big gulp into his lungs, and although the position of the wound was more comfortable, he almost choked himself to death here. After a few violent coughs, only one word came out.

Yellow-eyed?

Is this the level after Green Eye?

Wei Lai was stunned, but he was so stunned that he almost didn't stuff the cigarette butt in his hand into Chen Jiang's mouth.

Sensing the bun face that quickly twisted to the side, he quickly threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stepped on it, looking down...

Sure enough, the cough just now and the twisting of his body at this moment, the wound on Chen Jiang's stomach was bleeding again, and the blood had soaked through the layers of bandages.

"Oh!"

Wei Lai was startled when he saw this, and quickly dragged his backpack, flipped through it, and found the bandage...