Compared to the oppressive atmosphere in the city, where there is only roaring and roaring, the atmosphere at the foot of Shu Mountain seems like a utopia.

It was already about ten o'clock in the evening, and if they were in the city, people would huddle in a corner, praying that they would not be caught by the demon that came out to forage for food at night.

In Shushan, it is completely two extremes in comparison.

On the wide road between Shushan High School and Dashu Mountain, solar street lamps shine brightly.

On both sides of the road, dozens of food trucks are filled with fragrant delicacies.

The bustling crowd wanders here, enjoying the food they haven't eaten for a long time, and the tranquility.

A marshmallow vendor pours white sugar into a basin and the gas snaps on to heat the solid sugar to a liquid state.

The busy vendors were sweating profusely, stirring the sugar liquid with one hand, and wiping the sweat on their faces with a towel hanging from their necks with the other, and shouting when they looked up: "Don't miss the new fellows passing by!" ”

"Marshmallow!"

"It's free!"

"Free !!"

A foul-smelling survivor stumbled to the entrance to the snack street, stunned by the bustling crowd eating food in front of him.

If it weren't for the pus-festering wound on his hand that kept transmitting pain to his nerves, he would have thought he had crossed over.

There is nothing apocalyptic about the scene before you.

On the contrary, it looks like a snack street in peacetime.

In the crowded snack street, many people like him who are embarrassed are leading the food to eat.

The survivor swallowed and foamed, walked quickly towards the marshmallow vendor next to the entrance of the snack street, and asked tentatively, "Big brother, is it free?" ”

The vendor did not show the slightest disdain for his tattered clothes, but with great enthusiasm, he picked one of the marshmallows made in advance and handed it to the survivors: "Praise the hall master!" Free of course! ”

The survivor took the marshmallow in disbelief, his Adam's apple squirming and a little worried about whether it was poisoned, and out of the corner of his eye, he kept observing the people who were eating in front of the other food stalls around him.

Even if before I came, everyone I saw said that the Temple of the Dead was good and good, but as soon as I came up, I ate it for free?

The survivors are still a little incredulous.

And the vendor didn't urge him, but asked with an extremely enthusiastic smile: "Dude, how many levels are you?" Now there is a shortage of talents in many important positions in the Hall of the Dead, if you have a high level, you might as well try to get a good job! ”

The survivor hesitated and lied, "Level four! ”

In fact, he is only two levels.

It's not a cold winter, and everyone is wearing short sleeves.

The vendor, who had seen a lot of this kind of empty mouth and white teeth, glanced at the survivor's bare arms and general body, and already knew in his heart that this survivor was a third-level death.

Because anyone who adds a little physique will have obvious changes in their figure.

Unless he was full of energy, he couldn't have been so thin.

And the merchants naturally don't believe in people who have a little more spirit, because those who do that are already dead.

The vendor who knew that the other party was lying did not expose the other party's lies, but just slandered in his heart: Another pig's nose with green onions.

He smiled at the other party, then lowered his head and continued to work on his hand.

The vendors expertly manipulate the machines, pulling the syrup into filaments and spinning them into fluffy white marshmallows.

After placing the finished product on the snack cart, he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, glanced at the survivors who were still hesitating whether to eat or not, smiled again and continued to pour the sugar into the heating chamber of the machine.

It's a good guy to stay here every day and make marshmallows compared to other jobs.

You don't have to go out on adventures, you don't have to patrol outside the security line, you just need to stay here and make marshmallows, and you can be safe.

Every time he gives away an extra marshmallow, he earns a little more from his contribution points.

If you can meet a noble person in such a feng shui treasure at the interface of the snack street.

The ascension of the chicken dog to heaven is just around the corner.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a mayor's father who worked as a secretary in the mountains, he wouldn't have been able to do it.

This is also one of the talent landing policies formulated and implemented by the High Priest a month ago.

The new survivors can eat for nothing in this snack street, except that you can't take it, you can eat it to death.

And next to Shushan High School, in front of the statue of the skeleton god, there is also a large projector that will play some movies and the like.

According to the normal process, the new survivors will run over there to watch tear-jerking movies after they have eaten and drunk enough.

Then drinking the happy water provided by the Hall of the Dead, eating potato chips, in the midst of crying, the household registration statistician in the crowd with a notebook and pen will count your personal information, if you decide to stay in the Hall of the Dead in the future, then this information will become an important factor in your future job assignment.

It is worth mentioning that the believers who have joined the Hall of the Dead, in addition to not being able to eat in vain in the snack street, after they get off work, they can also take the welfare quota specially allocated by the superior leaders to enter the Skull God Square, watch movies with these new survivors, drink happy water, eat potato chips, etc.

What's more worth mentioning is that the original household registration personnel sat behind their desks, sipping tea on top and instructed the new survivors to be hunched behind the bars.

But since a month ago, there was a tragedy in which a mediocre high-level Chosen One was neglected and oppressed by them, and then rose up to kill.

Those household registration personnel can no longer sit comfortably behind the bars and drink tea as before.

Instead, he took a pen and paper, left the comfortable office area, and came to the current working environment under the supervision of the supervisors.

The survivor hesitated in front of the marshmallow stall for a long time, until he could no longer resist his hunger and tasted the marshmallow.

The marshmallow is light and melts in your mouth when you bite into it.

Tasting the taste that I thought I would never taste again in this life.

The survivor's nervousness quickly turned to enjoyment, and he carefully felt the taste of happiness.

After a short time, the survivors who let down their guard eat the marshmallows.

Emboldened, he aimed at the lean meatballs next to him.

After asking the stall owner, the reply was still free.

In this way, the survivors who are holding all kinds of snacks in their arms have only heard of their name and seen for the first time in their hearts, and there is only one evaluation in their hearts: great! Those who boast of the temple of the dead are right!

After eating and drinking, he was guided by an armed man to the viewing plaza in the distance.

The original gate of Shushan High School has been demolished.

Instead, there is a garden of exotic flowers of all colors.

The survivors walked down the garden path, smelling flowers in their noses.

"These are flowers transplanted by forestry experts from the Department of Agricultural Sciences."

The armed man looked at the survivor who was firmly holding a piece of stinky tofu in his hand and said with a smile: "If you have relevant skills and specialties, you can say that when you register at the meeting, there are many construction sites in our Hall of the Dead that need to be covered with greenery." ”

The survivor of the long-term drought kept showing off the stinky tofu, and replied vaguely: "Oh oh. Good! ”

Crossing the garden path, you soon came to a large square.

The first thing that catches your eye is a ten-meter-tall skeleton statue.

The statue was illuminated by spotlights from all directions, and even at night, it still made people notice at first glance the statue holding a sword and shield, looking up to the sky and roaring silently.

The armed man looked up, crossed his hands on his chest, and said with great reverence: "Praise the hall master!" ”

Then he introduced to the somewhat ignorant survivors: "This is the protector sent to us by the hall master, there is a protector at the foot of Shu Mountain, if you are qualified to go up the mountain in the future, you will naturally be able to see it." ”

Around the statue, four large curtains are displayed, on which a certain tear-jerking movie is playing.

Behind the curtain, hundreds of spectators were seated, some of them were newly arrived survivors, and some were believers who had received leadership awards.

The survivors, like Grandma Liu, were taken to an empty stool by the armed men in ignorance and sat down.

When he sat down, the person next to him also cast a friendly smile and crossed his hands on his chest: "Praise the hall master!" ”

Just when the survivors were a little blindsided and didn't know how to respond, they were suddenly shocked to find that some people next to the man were also crossing their hands on their chests: "Praise the hall master!" ”

This praise of the hall master swept the entire audience like a wave.

The praise of the hall master wrapped around the survivors like a wave, making him also imitate with a worried face as he crossed his hands on his chest: "Praise the hall master!" ”

The crowd soon returned to the silence of the movie.

Just as the survivors looked at the scene on the projection screen that was about to bring tears to their eyes.

An armed man approached with a man in a white shirt holding a pen and paper.

The latter also wore a badge of a registry section officer around his neck.

"Praise the temple master!"

"Fellow! Welcome home! ”

Next to the entrance to the snack street.

The marshmallow vendor looked at the many finished marshmallows placed in front of his stall and sighed one after another.

Originally, relying on the relationship between the mayor's father, it was difficult to grab such a good position.

Thinking about meeting a noble person all day long, and then relying on the noble person to soar for three thousand miles, he ignored one thing.

Normally, high-ranking nobles rarely eat marshmallows

When they came to the snack street, they were either vigilant and waited and watched.

Either the artist is brave enough to go directly into the snack street and taste those sizzling barbecue or other snacks.

Basically, there is no stopping here to eat his marshmallows.

Unfortunately, the location and vendor's merchandise are fixed on the top.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't exchange the marshmallows in this good location for something else that would make people stop.

According to the mayor's father, this was an order from the high priest himself.

Because only by doing that, in a way, is it fair to the vendors.

"Hey, why haven't you met a high-level Chosen One today?"

The vendor sat bored on the snack cart and toyed with his fingernails, but anyone who could let him meet a fifth-level Chosen One, with his three-inch incorruptible tongue, could.

"Huh?"

In the corner of the street vendor, two figures were seen walking alone along the edge of the green belt towards the main road of Shushan away from the crowd on the road.

The vendor turned his head to look closely.

It was an emaciated figure wrapped in black clothing.

Behind him was a child who never left him.

Both men were wearing masks and hats, which made it difficult for the vendors to see their faces.

But the vendor keenly discovered one thing, that is, the shoes of the two were not repeatedly soaked with blood or mud!

You know, the city is very dangerous, and there are no sanitation workers to clean the environment there.

After walking in various environments, shoes must not be wet and stained.

But the shoes of those two men, although they were a little dirty on the outside, were generally the cleanest of all the survivors the vendor had ever seen!

This says two things.

Or, the big and the young, are cautious and high-level Chosen Ones!

That is, a noble person who has the opportunity to make him soar to 3,000 miles!

Or, this big and small is just lucky, I found the right shoes before I came and changed them, and I want to be decent!

Either way, it's worth his shouting!

Anyway, the cost of marshmallows is public!

"Hey!" The vendor hurriedly got up and shouted at him, "The young man and the child! ”

"Do you want marshmallows?"

"It's free!"

After the vendor finished shouting, he saw the figure stop under the street lamp, and at this moment, the vendor noticed that the black clothes on the figure seemed to be a cloak or something.

After the figure stopped, he didn't know what to say to the child.

The vendor only saw the child look at the many formed marshmallows on his snack cart, first shook his head, then nodded again without knowing what the figure said.

I saw the figure walking towards him with the child.

The vendor hurriedly put on a warm smile on his face and rolled up his sleeves to pick a marshmallow in the best condition.

"Shhh

"Why is it so cold?"

A cold wind blew straight towards the snack street, and many vendors stopped what they were doing and hurriedly took out their coats and put them on.

Since more than a month ago, it has been cold here from time to time, and everyone is prepared.

But today, it seems to be unusually cold.

Even though the marshmallow vendor had put on the thick coat he had prepared in advance, he still felt inexplicably cold.

At this time, the two figures had already arrived in front of the stall.

The person wrapped in a black cloak was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face clearly, but through his exposed white eyebrows, the vendor's heart chuckled.

He carefully looked at the red bloodshot in the other party's eyes, and there was another sigh in his heart.

Finally, after carefully examining its thin size, the vendor was even more disappointed.

At this moment, the vendor has already determined in his heart that this is not a nobleman.

This is also a refugee who has escaped from all dangers in the city.

He wasn't going to ask about Qi Rin's ranks, because there was no need to poke at someone's sore spots.

People who are still at the first or second level at this moment are basically timid and afraid of things.

However, after all, the vendor has a mayor's father, and he naturally will not put the loss in his heart on his face under the guidance of the ear and face, and he still said enthusiastically according to the process: "This is all a gift from the hall master, fellow rest assured!" ”

"All-you-can-eat and drink on this street for free!"

The child hid behind Qi Rin, although he was attracted by the marshmallow and stared intently at the marshmallow handed over, but his left hand always held Qi Rin's wandering mage cloak tightly, and he looked nervous as if he was afraid that Qi Rin would run away.

Qi Rin took the marshmallow and handed it to Xiao Di, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Take it." ”

After the latter took it with a happy face, Qi Rin took out two packs of cigarettes from his arms and put them on the stall: "Thank you." ”

The vendor was a little stunned, he was not the leader, this person gave the wrong gift, right?

However, this further corroborates the idea that Qi Rin is just a refugee in the minds of the street vendors.

The vendor still kept a warm smile: "No, no, it's free!" ”

"The high priest has a rule that you can't take your things, and we don't dare to break the rules." The vendor shrugged and handed back the cigarette, his tone very familiar.

But Qi Rin just shook his head and didn't take back the cigarette.

High Priest, he hadn't figured out what to do with it.

And these people from the Hall of the Dead, since they came to Shushan District, the demon in their hearts has been whispering to him: How dare that waste use you? Kill the people on the mountain! As for those who have lost order at the foot of the mountain? It's good to turn them into your material, anyway, they won't live long without the Temple of the Dead, you are showing great compassion and helping others!

Qi Rin's bloodshot eyes were full of anger, he took a deep breath, and looked down at Xiao Di who was holding the marshmallow but didn't eat it: "Occasionally eat something that won't hurt your teeth, and you can also supplement sugar that is one of the three major nutrients." ”

Xiao Di said very well-behaved: "Uncle, didn't you say that someone was waiting for you on the mountain?" ”

Xiao Di smelled the fragrance of various snacks nearby, swallowed and spitted and said, "I'm not hungry yet, uncle, didn't you say that you have other things to do when you see him?" Let's go see him first, grandma said it's rude to let people wait, I can wait for dinner after you see him leave. ”

Qi Rin raised his head and glanced at the top of Shu Mountain, and replied softly: "Don't worry, let him wait a little longer." ”

The conversation between the two was very natural, and they did not avoid the marshmallow vendor at all.

When the vendor heard this, his face changed suddenly!

Is there someone waiting on the mountain?

And listen to this young man.

It seems that he doesn't take the people on the mountain seriously?

Could it be that you really met a low-key nobleman?

The marshmallow vendor couldn't help but ask out loud, "This. Eldest brother! What level are you now? ”

Qi Rin didn't raise his head, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Two levels." ”

The vendor thought Qi Rin was joking, but when he looked at Qi Rin's bare white skin and thin figure on top of his mask again.

I wonder if I'm not joking.