Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

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【Background information: After the end of the world】

[Host identity: A1-level special personnel.. lop-eared rabbit]

[Spiritual Power: SSS+]

[Force value: +]

"Boss, let's not meddle in other people's business. It's getting dark." Someone said hesitantly.

"Are you scared?" The young man paused, his cold eyes narrowed dangerously: "You are holding something in your hand, what's there to be afraid of?"

The swordsman curled his lips and said, "It's not scary now, but when the sun sets... You know, zombies are not even afraid of guns. What can my little broken sword do to them?"

The man raised his head and glanced at the sky. It was dusk and there was not a single white cloud in the sky. It blended with the floating dust and ruins of tall buildings around it, forming a single color scheme. It looked gloomy and depressing.

"They are still gathered in the central square at this time. Those who value their lives have already gone home to lock their doors and windows. They want to die, so who can stop them?"

The swordsman looked reluctant. He had just come out for two hours and he had already asked to go back. If the supplies in the base were not scarce, he would not have agreed to come out to look for food. The surrounding supermarkets and shopping malls were looted, and only the central area was relatively fertile, but the number of zombies here was several times that of the outside, and the degree of danger was even more imaginable.

"Boss, I still feel——"

"You better talk less!" The swordsman was still complaining when he was suddenly slapped on the back of his head. It was another companion who followed him and whose awakened supernatural power was that of a phantom master.

"Don't bother the boss. He will know if there is any danger. And don't worry, we will protect you. We won't let you die so early."

Half a year ago, a chemical rainstorm caused an unfortunate virus outbreak in H City, and the entire city fell in an instant.

Natural disasters have come, zombies are rampant, and the people who escape have gradually awakened their special powers. Two-thirds of the unfortunate people in the city are infected by the zombie virus, and the rest are hiding.

This team, composed of various highly powerful people, fought for survival and built their own refuge base a few months ago. The problem of safety has been solved temporarily, but supplies are scarce.

Hunting and fishing gradually became unsustainable, so they sent people out every day to look for supplies.

Today, someone in the team fell into the bushes while hunting and injured his leg, so the swordsman took his place. This happens twice a week.

Even though he was extremely reluctant, he compromised silently because today's team leader was the most capable boss in the entire base.

"I give in to you." The swordsman shrugged and nervously glanced at the time on his watch. The dial was already cracked, but it was barely readable.

"Then in half an hour, we must go back."

In the last days, one's own life is particularly important. Only by being alive can one enjoy everything. Being soft-hearted is the most taboo.

What kind of inhumane things happen every day among the crowd. A good neighbor in the past can become a thief because of a piece of compressed biscuit. They kill other people's families, but they never feel guilty. They have been worn down by fear.

The three of them were facing an open space in the square not far ahead, where there were more than a dozen people gathered. In the middle was a large round platform made of stone piers, and a thick, rotten wooden pole stood there, with something tied in the middle with a rope.

Si Mo walked in front and approached cautiously. He found that there were two people, an old man and a child. They were skinny and pale, and looked like they were dying of hunger, but they still had a breath left and cried helplessly.

The man standing in front of them raised his hands high and kept mumbling something. In just a moment, the unlit torch in his hand suddenly emitted a flame. The people gathered in a circle hurriedly knelt and kowtowed, as if they were chanting a sutra. Only a few words could be made out, something like "bless" and "sacrifice to the gods".

The young man raised his hand, and the swordsman and the phantom master behind him stopped. The blue fox eyes flashed with brilliance, and he saw through the life experience of the high priest at a glance.

Before the apocalypse, the man was a criminal who had just been released from prison and was still planning to do his old business of swindling people. But when the apocalypse was approaching, he suddenly had an idea and pretended to be a priest of a cult, and became the leader in one fell swoop.

He brainwashed everyone into believing that the rainstorm virus was God's will and that God was dissatisfied with their actions and that this was a punishment from heaven.

Human souls need to be sacrificed to heaven regularly to appease the anger.

There were actually so many superstitious rebels who believed his words and started to send the idle people in their homes away because they would get benefits. The priest would calculate based on the number of people, giving each person two kilograms of millet.

Most of those who were sent out were the elderly and children. There was not much food to begin with, and one more mouth to feed at home meant one more worry.

This is a very good plan. Si Mo teased in his heart. After all, the rice and flour would be eaten up quickly, but it was still a person... The body size was about the same as a goat. Excluding the bones, the meat on the body was enough to last for several days.

The flames that rose for no reason were simply because the fake priest's supernatural powers were of little use, and he just happened to light fires from a distance.

"stop!"

A startled exclamation interrupted their mysterious 'ritual'. The fake priest had not yet lowered the torch he was holding, but his eyes were burning with madness for the aroma of human flesh. He turned his head and looked at the three people, his heart sank suddenly.

The leader was extremely handsome and charming, and was dressed neatly, with a thin black elastic bandage around his thin waist and long, strong arms. Standing together with them, he seemed to be from a different world. But most importantly, he had a gun and a row of unknown injections on his waist.

The fake priest's first reaction was that these were people sent by the military. But they had no supplies and didn't look like they would meddle in other people's business.

He asked tentatively, "Who are you?"

"Let him go." The young man swept his cold eyes over everyone and spoke briefly.

No matter who they are, the request alone is enough to make people angry. They can barely take care of their own affairs, and yet they still have time to act like heroes in his territory!

The fake priest was immediately unhappy. The people around him were stunned and grumbled, "We can't release it... Why should we release it? The gods will be angry."

"Let them go. Are you three going to offer sacrifices to the gods on their behalf?!" The priest's eyes quickly moved between the few people. He was already thinking about how to share the food after tying them up.

Three grown men in exchange for two old, weak women and children with not much flesh on them, it's a big profit.

"Fuck." The swordsman got angry and climbed onto the stone platform without saying a word: "I told you to let the guy go, but you didn't hear me?"

"What a disgusting thing! If the gods are really angry, they will take you first."

He was already annoyed to death because these superstitious idiots delayed his return to the base, and now he wants to beat up anyone who is blind and disobedient.

The swordsman went up and grabbed the fake priest by the collar, and shook his head towards the young man below, asking if it was okay: "Boss?"

The boy twirled the bandage on his knuckles, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said nothing.

"You guys, where the hell are you from? Are you being reasonable?!"

The swordsman took it as his consent. What was the point of talking about reason at this point? Not to mention beating him, even if he chopped the man's neck and made him bleed on the spot, no one would dare to say a word against him.

Under everyone's gaze, the fake priest was beaten so hard that he couldn't get up. Both sides of his face were swollen, his stomach was punched several times, and his arms seemed to be dislocated and he couldn't use any strength.

With a loud bang, a bright purple thunder streaked across the sky.

The speed of darkening seems to have accelerated.

"This... this is the anger of the gods! It's all your fault. The gods didn't eat the souls of those two people in time. He won't let any of us go! You can't leave."

The quarrel in the crowd became louder and louder, and more than a dozen people approached Si Mo and the Phantom Master with vicious eyes.

The fake priest on the stage seized the opportunity and tried his best to push the torch towards the oil circle that had been sprinkled around it in advance, and thick smoke from a huge fire rose up.

The swordsman had just untied the ropes that bound the two people and carried the child down.

In the chaos, the priest crawled and tried to sneak away, but was discovered by the swordsman, who broke one of his legs.

"Ugh..." The man groaned unbearably in his throat, and the resentment in his heart for having his good plan ruined grew.

Fortunately, he had prepared a way to protect himself. He had a special bamboo tube hidden under his sleeve, and inside it was a sharp arrow smeared with the blood of a dead zombie.

He has been mentally unstable for a long time. If anyone makes life difficult for him, he will never let him go!

"careful?!"