Don’t panic when the apocalypse comes, stock up on food first and then guns

“But before entering the abyss, I wanted to know some things that happened back then. Red Eyes told me two versions of the story, and I had my own guesses at the time.

But now that I think about it, if the story given by Red Eyes is wrong, then my inference is that the building on the ruins has no foundation..."

Chen Meiyu was silent for a moment, then stood up, walked to the side door and lifted the curtain.

It was very dark inside the door curtain. It was clearly daytime, but it seemed as if no light could penetrate inside and there was a dead air in it.

She lifted the door curtain with one hand and turned to look at herself. Her pretty face was half in the light and half swallowed by darkness. She looked not as gentle as usual, but a little weird.

"Want to see the ancestral hall of Chenjia Village? Those people who have been dreaming of completing sacrifices and becoming immortals for thousands of years..."

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In the dim ancestral hall, rows of memorial tablets are densely packed, with no end in sight.

There was no light in the mourning hall, only a few rows of candles.

The jumping candlelight flickered, pulling Chen Meiyu's slender shadow, gradually making it distorted like a hideous monster.

She slowly lit up several extinguished candles.

"Jiang You, do you want to hear a story?"

Jiang You, "Many people have asked me this question, but most of the time, I would choose to nod. After all, listening is a virtue."

Chen Meiyu smiled, with the flickering candlelight in her eyes.

"A long, long time ago, there was a small village living on the mountain. The villagers hunted, chopped wood, and planted food. They were hardworking and brave, and they used all their strength to live on this land.

But there were too many natural disasters, the food grown was never enough, the wild beasts in the mountains would invade the village from time to time, the world was in chaos and bandits were rampant, but the officials were even more cruel than the bandits.

There was a famine that year, and bones were everywhere on the roadside. People had reached the point where they had to eat their own children.

Until one day, a monster passed by the village, and its desperate death and strong desire made it stop.

So that night, a villager dug up a huge monster underground. The monster's hideous appearance scared the villager so much that he screamed immediately, attracting more monsters.

But at this moment, the monster suddenly cut his skin.

What flowed out of the skin was not blood, but bean-sized grains of gold.

The panic in the villagers' eyes turned into surprise.

From that day on, they reached an agreement with the monster. They built a temple for the monster and worshipped it with faith. The monster would give them gold regularly..."

Chen Meiyu is a very good storyteller. Her voice is neither fast nor slow, flowing slowly like a river.

As she narrated, pictures unfolded before Jiang You, vivid and lifelike.

With the monster's gold, the villagers survived the famine smoothly.

Because they have gold, they can exchange it for whatever they need, such as houses, food, clothes, jewelry...

In the past, they worked hard in the fields for a year but could not get a single golden bean. But now, they have endless wealth...

No one was willing to work anymore, and the farm tools of every household were rusted.

The fields are overgrown with weeds.

At first, everyone felt lucky to be able to survive the famine. During the years of famine, the villagers' gratitude and worship of the monster allowed the monster to enjoy the most extreme faith.

The gold He gave out flowed into thousands of households in the village like running water.

During famine years, food prices soared. Normally, one golden bean was enough for a family to use for half a year, but during famine, a handful of golden beans could only be exchanged for one bag of food.

I started fighting just to survive, as long as I could stay alive.

Later, after the famine was over, the villagers wanted to eat their fill, so the monster continued to distribute gold to everyone.

After eating, the villagers wanted to eat well, so there were chicken, duck, fish and meat on every household’s table, and the monster continued to distribute gold to everyone.

After eating, they wanted to live better, so they built houses with gold.

After things got better, they wanted to enjoy themselves, so they used gold to buy servants. Every household had a group of slaves, and they reveled every night.

The village became a prosperous place known far and wide.

No matter how much gold they need, the monster will satisfy them, because the power of faith allows him to produce gold infinitely.

But monsters will never understand humans.

It believes that the better people become, the purer the power of their faith will be.

But human hearts are not crops in the field. The more nutrients you give them, the taller they will grow.

People are greedy. The insects in the fields will disappear after they are dealt with, but once people’s desires are satisfied, their desires will not disappear but will instead give rise to more desires.

After surviving, eating well, living a better life, the villagers began to resent the monster they once worshipped wholeheartedly.

Because one person was bullied by officials after he went out. They found that although they had endless gold, they had no power, and they were still inferior people after leaving the village.

Even the smallest official in the yamen could bully them.

They sought power from the monster, but this time, the monster was unable to fulfill their wish.

Because all the monsters can give is gold.

After resentment arose in one's heart, faith gradually faded.

The monster's power weakened due to the waning of its faith, and it could no longer produce more gold.

If the monster can't produce more gold, people will find it increasingly useless.

Everything fell into a vicious circle without us noticing.

But the monster never understood what went wrong. Why did the villagers, who had once devoutly prostrated themselves before him, crying like hungry children and just wanting to survive, now want to suck his blood after sucking his "milk"?

Until that day, the villagers held sacrifices and prayed for wealth that would make them rich enough to rival a country. However, while they prayed, they no longer worshipped the monster, so he could only give them very little gold.

Everyone was very unhappy and stared at the monster.

Everyone was whispering in the temple, as if they were discussing something.

Someone suddenly pulled out a stone knife, rushed forward and stabbed the monster into the body while it was off guard.

The monster's skin, which was originally indestructible, was easily cut by the stone knife.

"Crash la la la..."

Gold poured out of the monster's wound like water.

"Look! Gold, lots of gold!!!"

"That person is right. This monster is deceiving us. It obviously has a lot of gold!!"

“Hahahaha, gold, gold!!”

"The county magistrate promised me that he would let my son work in the government office for only five thousand taels of gold!"

"My son wants to marry the daughter of a scholar in town, and they want two thousand taels of gold as a betrothal gift! A little more, a little more gold, so we can build a house, buy servants, land, and open a shop in town..."

"Not enough, not enough, I need more gold!!!"

"Hurry up and take out the gold!!!"

"..."

The villagers rushed forward like hungry beasts, reaching their hands into the wounds and frantically digging out the gold.

Monster blood and flesh are gold!

The internal organs are gold!

Even the bones are gold!

The golden beans flowing out of the wounds were like the abundant harvest of rice in the barn, pouring out continuously, flowing into everyone's heart, drowning their reason and conscience...