"By the way, after talking so much, why not give it a try, boys?" The aroma of wine lingered for a long time, and the old man seemed like he couldn't wait any longer, and was about to start pouring wine to a few people.

At this moment, the plundering gang finally showed their faces.

"Old man, you're not trying to stun us with this wine, are you?" Someone took out a knife.

"Ah." The old man said with a surprised expression: "Why do you think so, why... why do you want to go under the knife?"

"It's the same thing to kill him and then drink and get money." Someone said: "This is a good habitat. When the apocalypse breaks out, you can roll up something and run away."

"Move quickly."

The young man took out the knife and stepped forward. Just as he was about to attack the old man, he saw a strange smile appear on the hunched old man's face.

The young man opened his mouth, but found that he could no longer make any sound.

The aroma of wine floating in the air became more and more intense and intoxicating.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"!

There were several sounds of bodies falling to the ground in succession, extremely heavy and despairingly heavy.

Several people fell to the ground, their weapons fell to the ground, but their bodies seemed to be numb and could no longer move.

The old man bowed his back and put on a strange smile as he resealed the lid of the wine. Then, he pressed his hand on the bar, revealing a deep passage.

He dragged those people's torn sack-like bodies one by one, and dragged the desperate people in one by one.

"cluster".

The candle suddenly lit up again, and the tavern at night returned to silence.

The slightly opened wooden door looks like the mouth of a grown beast, waiting for travelers who are confused about their future.

…

"...something's wrong."

In the room upstairs, a black-haired girl stood by the window, her face brightened by the lights. She opened her gentle eyes and looked out at the night lights of the city.

The wooden bed made a squeaking noise, and the air in March exuded a damp, musty smell of wooden boards. Since it was time to rest, Su Mingan temporarily turned off the live broadcast. He sat on the bed, holding his forehead, soothing the still lingering pain.

Some feeling of dizziness.

"...Ah." He raised his eyelids, revealing his red eyes: "What did you say?"

"The smell of blood." Yueyue said, "It's obvious."

"Your nose is more sensitive." Su Mingan lay down directly on the bed: "...but this kind of thing basically does not need analysis."

"Why?"

"It can be deduced, after all the clues are connected." Su Mingan said: "It is obviously a disease that requires mushroom treatment, but the price of mushrooms is surprisingly cheap. Obviously, those [mushrooms] are very cheap.

, are not [mushrooms] needed to treat diseases.”

Yueyue's long eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly thought of Su Ming'an's terrifying description of the scenes in the laboratory.

——The things that can be made into vaccines are grown from those corpses...those mushrooms?

"A black shop like this is probably a mushroom cultivation center." Su Mingan yawned: "The whole city first uses high prices to exclude outsiders who can't get jobs, and then deceives those outsiders who are unprepared and don't have money to come here.

Plant a seemingly good place to stay, trap them, grow mushrooms on their bodies... and sell them to make huge profits. The whole city is a huge crematorium." He put his hands on his face, blocking some of the corpses.

The dazzling light and the voice were almost whispering:

"...That's why I said, in a place like this, it's never disease that kills humans...it's always humans' own greed..."

Yueyue stood for a long time facing the cold night wind and felt her body was a little cold.

She turned her head slightly, trying to put on some clothes, only to find that the boy lying on the bed had fallen asleep.

She heard a knock at the door.

The old man's hoarse voice, as hoarse as sawing a door panel, sounded outside the door:

"Young man, little girl, would you like to order some drinks or snacks? You haven't eaten yet."

While the old man was talking, Yueyue smelled a very obvious smell of blood.

Without making a sound, she tiptoed to the door, and then gently put her face close to the cat's eye.

——She met the old man's dark eyes, which were like a quagmire and made people addicted.

Empty and dead, like a pair of black eye sockets, with nothing in them.

She was startled by her own thoughts and looked over again, but she couldn't see anything.

A numbing trembling sensation gently ran up her back. She swallowed and her steps shifted slightly.

"...Why don't you talk? Are you asleep?" She heard the old man murmuring outside the door.

"Creak."

The wooden boards made a crisp sound, which was particularly obvious in the empty environment.

The old man outside the door, with his hands still stained with blood, was carrying a basket of beautiful mushrooms.

When he heard the obvious sound of wooden planks inside the door, his smile spread from the corners of his mouth to the corners of his eyes in an instant. His smile was too terrifying to look like a normal human being.

"...It turns out, it's inside."

Yueyue was agitated and immediately wanted to wake up Su Mingan, but found that the door that had been tightly locked had been opened at some point.

"Squeak——"

The old man with eyes like will-o'-the-wisps and his whole body stained with large amounts of black blood was grinning at her through the crack in the door that was gradually opening.

Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound, and a steel pipe rubbed against Yueyue's hair, directly knocking the old man upside down.

【——HP-120!】

Su Ming'an, who was on the bed, rubbed her still sore head and sat up, with a look of sleepiness in her eyes.

"If you fight, fight well." He picked up another intact steel pipe, walked a few steps over the old man who was still struggling under the steel pipe, and stabbed it in with a "squeak", and the explosion splashed on the wall.

Large blood splashes on the face.

【——HP-600! (Fatal injury, penetrating injury!)】

A few drops splashed on his face. He wiped it with his hand and applied it again mercilessly: "...Don't be so gloomy and scary."

Yueyue stood aside and looked at him with blood on his hand. She didn't say anything, but turned around and started to make the bed.

Without even looking at the miserable death of the old man, Su Mingan walked to the bedside and wiped the blood-stained steel pipe with the curtains, stuffed it into his backpack, and then went to pick up the body.

[Obtain items (grown mushrooms)]

[Grown mushrooms: Mushrooms that look delicious. Maybe you have discovered part of the truth about this world. 】

【You have successfully found the antibody.】

[*Advanced mission: Find the antibodies for the apocalyptic outbreak - Completed]

[Reward points have been included and will be discounted after the end of the world.]

【Please continue to explore and learn the secrets about the outbreak of the end of the world.】

[*Tips: "Perfect clearance" will have unexpected benefits for players, please look forward to it. 】

…

A series of message reminders sounded the moment Su Mingan collected the mushrooms. He shifted his gaze to the words "Perfect Clearance" on the notification bar, as if looking at hope.

"Mushrooms that can be made into vaccines?" Yueyue hugged the quilt and took a look: "...well, it smells very obvious of blood."

"A vaccine made with other people's lives, so-called...a vaccine called salvation." Su Mingan pinched the mushroom, and what came out was not fresh juice, but a bright red liquid like human blood: "It's quite ironic...

…Wait a minute, what are you doing holding the quilt?”

Su Mingan looked at the girl twisting around holding the big sheet.

"Change rooms." Yueyue said.

She yawned, with a little sparkle secreting from the corners of her eyes. She walked lazily, hugged the quilt and slipped into another unoccupied room, and fell asleep: "...Good night."

"Good night." Su Mingan glanced at her, then stepped on the creaking stairs. After searching around for a moment, he opened the secret passage leading underground.

He walked in holding a candle and saw many miserable corpses along the way. There was a suffocating smell of blood and putrefaction floating in the air.

At the end of the road, he saw a few relatively fresh corpses, still looking like a few young people. Their eyes were still open, their faces full of horror and disbelief. Fresh mushrooms were growing happily in every corner of their bodies.

——This is the morbid and growing hope of this city.

He glanced at the corpse, then walked back quietly, holding a candle.

"Good night."

With a gentle blow, the candle flame went out instantly.

…

Today is the second day of the World Game.

Many players have died at the hands of fighting and looting gangs.
To be continued...