Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Wei Yuqing was stunned for a moment, but then he regained his usual calmness and said, "Okay."

With Zhao Xuan's words, the people in the room naturally didn't dare to continue sleeping. They all got up and walked out.

There were no zombies outside, just as Zhao Xuan said.

Even if there are a few zombies falling behind, there is no need for Wei Yuqing and Zhao Xuan to take action.

Several young and strong men in the team went up and started fighting.

They obviously took Zhao Xuan's words to heart and knew that they could not rely on Zhao Xuan's protection for the rest of their lives, and... they also had people behind them whom they wanted to protect, so they had to adapt as quickly as possible.

They don't have special powers, but they still have hands and feet.

As long as they have hands and feet and strength, they can fight zombies with bayonets!

Ordinary people can also work hard, and they can always find a chance to survive.

Not to mention, they held their breath and actually dealt with those zombies. Although they couldn't hit the zombies with one strike like Zhao Xuan and Wei Yuqing, at least they took the first step.

The zombies were actually beaten to death by their clubs.

Their rhythm was so messed up that it hurt Zhao Xuan's eyes.

He simply didn't bother to look and turned his head to look elsewhere, "Brother Wei, you see these people really don't understand art. How can beating up zombies be the same as beating up people?"

When Wei Yuqing heard Zhao Xuan's teasing and somewhat ruffian voice, he instinctively replied, "Shut up. Don't look if you don't want to."

The tip of the ear, slightly blocked by the bangs, gradually turned red, and the uncontrollable itch went straight to the bottom of the heart.

In the morning and at noon, I just eat while walking.

At almost two o'clock, the sun was shining brightly. The group's faces were red from the sun and they were sweating profusely. They finally arrived near the base.

There was a long queue outside the base; these people must have gathered from all over the city.

Everyone looked more or less in a state of disgrace. In just a few days, some people had become pale and thin, looking as if they had been hungry for a long time.

This scene shocked Chen Qiyu and others. They thought everything would be fine once they reached the base.

With such a belief, they rushed here without stopping, but the result... it seems that the situation is not that good!

Both the people queuing outside and the base staff registering seemed to be in a state of anxiety.

No, there is still a difference.

The people in the base are not anxious because they are worried about not being able to survive, they are anxious because there are too many people coming to the base for refuge!

Just as they were about to line up, they saw a group of psychics coming back, five men and three women, all of them had blood on their bodies to varying degrees, and they were panting as if they had just escaped from a tiger's mouth.

There was a boy with dyed yellow hair, who brushed off the dust on his body with an impatient look on his face.

"Damn it, it's getting harder and harder to find supplies. Those zombies have become smarter and smarter. They seem to be able to think and even know how to besiege us! Fuck them!"

They opened the car and took out the supplies they had brought back. Seeing the long queues, they instinctively frowned.

The mission they went out on this time was not smooth to begin with, and they even lost two team members. How could they be in a good mood when they came back and saw so many people?

They work hard to go out and kill zombies and find supplies, but these ordinary people don’t need to go to dangerous places to get supplies, even if they are very little, it is a burden to them!

"Why does this line look longer than yesterday?"

"We can't help it. Those people didn't know about the existence of the base before, nor did they know where it was. They must have come here recently. I guess it's too unsafe outside!"

Even these people with special abilities almost couldn't come back.

Not to mention these ordinary people who are not even enough for the zombies to bite.

"There have been a lot of people coming to the base recently. It's really annoying. These people can neither go out to kill zombies nor go out to look for supplies. I really don't know why the higher-ups keep them here?"

"That's right. It's useless. Not only does it hinder us, but we also have to share some of the supplies we found with them. It's annoying just thinking about it."

"Tsk, who knows? We can't understand what it means anyway."

The three girls didn't say anything, but the five men kept talking to each other, with disdain clearly visible on their faces.

Their undisguised behavior and disgusted words made many people in the queue feel panic, and they hugged the people around them tightly, fearing that they would really not let them enter the base.

Chen Qiyu couldn't swallow this anger any longer, and when he saw Wu Xingbai still having a low fever beside him, he swallowed it back.

In the past, she would have rushed up to argue with them, but now... things are different from before. No one is obligated to bear the responsibility for their lives and safety.

They are people with special powers. They have to search for supplies and kill zombies. It is no wonder that they despise people without special powers as waste and a drag.

But the change was so fast that Chen Qiyu felt that the whole world had become extremely strange.

In just a few days, they seemed to have experienced the rapid growth that would have taken them ten or twenty years in the past.

“Grandpa, will these uncles and aunts let us in?”

Even a three-year-old child vaguely felt the disgust of being unwelcome, and instinctively pulled the sleeve of the old man next to him and asked in childish words.

His words expressed the thoughts of many people.

The moment Zhao Xuan mentioned the base, they came over with great expectations.

Even when they encountered zombies on the road, they still felt that there was hope and light ahead.

However, the looks and words of those psychics just now made them feel as if their hearts were poured with a bucket of water, chilling them to the core.

At this moment, they felt like beggars.

No, it should be worse than beggars.

At least beggars don’t have to worry about whether others are willing to give them alms. If this one is unwilling, there will always be another one.

But they can't, because there is only one survival base in each city.

Some cities don't even have one.

Even if not for themselves, they have to enter this base for their families.

"No." The old man forced a smile, patted his grandson's head and comforted him, "No."

Several young men walked out of the base, approached the team, and spoke in raised voices.

"You must pay some rent to enter the base. Those who have special abilities can step forward and be exempted from rent. Those who don't have any, please get ready first so we can prepare a place for you to stay."

"Also, everyone who enters the base must go out to find supplies, kill zombies, and take out the nuclear crystals from the zombies' heads and hand them in. We will distribute the daily food according to the number of nuclear crystals."

This series of words confused them.

They could probably guess that they had to do something after entering the base, and it was impossible to ask for things without doing anything, but this... sounded more complicated than they imagined.

And the first requirement to enter is to "pay rent".

They still don’t know what the conditions for the rent are, whether it is food or zombie core crystals!