Host, stop: You are cannon fodder, not a villain.

The food was lively, and someone brought out the wine that had been collected at the base. There was beer, red wine, and white wine, and you could drink it as soon as you opened it.

Lin Shuangchen also got a bottle. He opened it and took a sip. The taste was okay, so he asked Su Wujing, "Drink some?"

Su Wujing thought for a while and nodded. Lin Shuangchen only poured him half a glass. After drinking fruit wine several times, Su Wujing was no longer able to accept red wine. It always tasted weird.

He didn't want to drink the rest, so he put it all into Lin Shuangchen's hands and continued eating the barbecue.

The lively atmosphere in the base lasted until late at night, and then everyone lay on the ground in a mess. Most of them were tired. After a full meal, they completely took off their guard and fell asleep.

The last four people sat around the fire. Jiang Yi drank beer and sighed, "I thought that in the apocalypse, the only thing humans would be exposed to is zombies. I didn't expect that there would be such scum."

"They are all a bunch of fucking beasts. I saw several little girls who were underage." He Yimo also wiped his face and said angrily, thinking of his sister.

If they hadn't brought their family to them early, they would have been killed.

Su Wujing looked at Lin Shuangchen in silence. He never believed that there were good people in this world. He had already seen the dangers of the world.

Lin Shuangchen met his eyes, held him in his arms, and rubbed his head comfortingly, "In this world, there is white and black, good and bad. People's hearts are unpredictable and human nature is unreliable. Transformation is the work of the Buddha. Things, all we can do is send them to see the Buddha. It is better to put down the butcher knife or fall into hell, with a clear conscience."

Jiang Yi took another sip of wine and asked Lin Shuangchen, "Boss, do you think there are really gods in this world? If there are gods, why are no one taking care of the zombies? With so many people dead, don't gods care?"

After saying that, Jiang Yi unconsciously looked up at the sky. God is a myth spread in every world. They may not mention it on weekdays, but in times of crisis, they also want to be protected by gods and Buddhas.

He Yimo was also confused. They had seen too many lives and deaths after the apocalypse, and the zombies they killed were all living people a few months ago.

Although they usually didn't say anything, after seeing the darkness today, they couldn't help but think wildly.

Lin Shuangchen couldn't explain, he could only slowly tell the myths he knew, "The three gods of chaos created the world and created three realms: the divine realm, the human world, and the underworld.

Gods set up divine thrones, and those with great merit can become gods and protect the peace of the three thousand worlds.

The Human Emperor preaches, culture, etiquette, family, country, and world. Even though the three thousand worlds are different, the purpose of being a human being is completely different.

The God of Death is in charge of the cycle of life and death. People, gods and demons are treated equally. The guilty will go to the eighteenth level of hell, and the good will enjoy the good fruits of a hundred generations. "

The myths and legends Lin Shuangchen mentioned were different from the myths of this world. Both of them were confused. Jiang Yi asked, "Is there really more than one world?"

"Many." Lin Shuangchen replied. In fact, there are many virtual small worlds under the Three Thousand Worlds. They are formed by the belief ability obtained from humans, and they are in these small worlds.

God exists, and the God of the small world is the author and reader of the main world who created them. The sufferings of the small world all come from that pen.

The passion for the author and readers, summarized in a few strokes, is the life of these people.

Self-awareness of suffering leads to awakening. Their unwillingness and resentment will affect the real world. Only then will systems and missionaries appear to balance the small world.

As these little worlds become more mature, people's faith becomes a strength and a virtue.

Lin Shuangchen stroked Su Wujing's hair, "So, instead of expecting the gods to come, it's better to rely on yourself."

"Changing fate against fate, humans will always create miracles!" He Yimo held up the bottle of wine, "A few months ago we were just ordinary college students, struggling to find jobs. Now we are people with special abilities, with our Everyone has their own value."

Jiang Yi nodded in agreement and toasted to He Yimo, "We will do our best to change our destiny and kill all those zombies!"

Su Wujing rubbed the side of Lin Shuangchen's neck and said disgustedly, "They are so noisy."

Lin Shuangchen chuckled, picked him up and put him on his lap, "Good boy, you go to sleep, and I will accompany them to appreciate life."

Su Wujing responded, moved his head to find a comfortable position and closed his eyes. He didn't have that kind of ambition, nor was he that humane.

Jiang Yi and He Yimo all looked at each other, looking at the two people cuddling happily together with jealousy.

Jiang Yi put his arms around He Yimo's shoulders and said, "How about we just make do with each other? I'm going to die from eating dog food here every day."

"Jealousy will change you beyond recognition." He Yimo pushed him away, "I must find a girlfriend and give her the warmest home. Like my dad, he will always stand in front of his family and protect her from wind and rain."

He Yimo spoke so impassionedly that he was already a bit drunk.

Jiang Yi was not much better. He pounced on the food like a hungry wolf, knocked He Yimo down, and said a lot of things drunkenly.

Lin Shuangchen just sat there and watched them making trouble, and from time to time he lowered his eyes to look at the sleeping Su Wujing in his arms. If Su Wujing also grew up in such an ordinary environment, he should be as happy as them.

Kissing on the forehead, Su Wujing opened his eyelids and looked at Lin Shuangchen's gentle gaze. He called softly, "Brother."

"Brother is here." Lin Shuangchen kissed him on the lips again and hugged him tighter, "Go to sleep, they are still making trouble."

Su Wujing hummed, hugged Lin Shuangchen's arms again, and continued to sleep.

Su Wujing woke up in the big bed in the villa. The sheets and bedding were all new and very comfortable.

He got up and walked out of the villa, and everyone in the base who had been in trouble all night also started to deal with the aftermath.

They restored satellite communications to the base. There were people on the high wall with weapons on guard, and there were people patrolling all around. The previous sadness and depression have disappeared, replaced by the joy of being reborn. Whenever they see Su Wujing, they will greet him with gratitude and respect.

Su Wujing walked over expressionlessly and went to the conference room to find Lin Shuangchen.

Lin Shuangchen pulled him to sit next to him, "I have contacted the base. They will send troops over. We will leave when the people arrive."

"Whatever." Su Wujing replied, and a bowl of noodles was placed in front of him. It was the base's breakfast today, specially prepared for him.

Su Wujing picked up his chopsticks and ate, not paying much attention to the content of the meeting. It was mostly to appease the survivors of the base and make them trust the country's soldiers.

The survivor representatives originally wanted to beg them to stay at the base, but when they heard that Lin Shuangchen and the others were going to the city to kill zombies and end the apocalyptic predicament as soon as possible, they were naturally not only doing it for themselves, but they also believed in the national soldiers.

The soldiers who had previously protected them also fought until the last minute, so after hearing Lin Shuangchen's plan, they decided to accept the aftermath mission and try to buy time for as many people as possible.