Doomsday Rebirth: Sign in every day and you will never run out of supplies

The good times did not last long. Chen Bufan's convoy had to stop after driving for just one hour. The road ahead was blocked by densely packed vehicles and the convoy could not move forward at all.

Chen Bufan and Li Wenyin looked around with binoculars.

After looking for a while, Li Wenyin put down the telescope. It was too dark and she couldn't see clearly. She turned around and asked Chen Bufan: "Can you see clearly? Is it dangerous?"

Chen Bufan looked around and shook his head. "There are only abandoned vehicles. There are no zombies on the road, but there are zombies tied up with seat belts in many cars. There should be no danger."

Zhao Xuewei looked at Chen Bufan and said, "It's raining heavily outside. We can only wait here, right? I see that the fields below the road are all flooded. The car will definitely not be able to move."

Chen Bufan put down the telescope. He didn't see any danger. "Just wait here. Don't turn on the light."

Then he used the intercom to notify the car behind to take a rest. Fortunately, the weather was hot now, so even if it rained heavily, it would not be cold, and there were quilts and other survival supplies in each car.

At this moment, the rain became heavier and the sky gradually became dark.

It was pitch black inside the car and no one dared to turn on the lights.

Everyone could only grope for food in the dark, eating bread and sausages for dinner.

Looking at the lightning and deafening thunder that cut through the night sky outside the car window, there is actually a unique charm.

After the meal, several women found a suitable place to rest. Zhang Yi was feeling unwell due to a concussion, so he lay alone on the single bed above the TV to rest.

Chen Bufan simply sat back in the passenger seat. The comfort of this seat was in no way inferior to those high-end sofas, and he always loved to appreciate the scenery along the way.

"for you."

Li Wenyin came over and handed him two cans of beer, two bags of drunkard peanuts, and a bag of old-fashioned spicy strips.

Chen Bufan's eyes lit up: "I hadn't even thought about it. Drinking a little wine at this time is quite comfortable in this bad weather. Do you want to join us?"

"I won't come. I still have to drive. I don't want to fall into the ditch tomorrow. Good night, go to bed early." After saying this, Li Wenyin twisted her charming body and walked away.

Watching the seductive figure go away...

Chen Bufan murmured: "It's really cool..."

Chen Bufan drank some wine, ate some peanuts, and tapped the system interface to check his points.

Currently, there are 4268 points! During the days after arriving at the hotel, he and An Ning searched for traces of zombies every day. Whenever they encountered a small number of lone zombies, they would show no mercy and killed a considerable number of them.

Looking at the lottery with 100 points each time, he touched his chin. It has been a long time since he last ordered this. In the past, when he had fewer points, he drew twice and was awarded 100 kilograms of beef and 30 kilograms of pork. He never drew again. He is not a person who likes to gamble.

Now that they have more points and their marksmanship is good, it is a sure win to kill zombies and they have more points than can be spent. He has nothing to do now, so he can try out the lottery.

This lottery button is more tempting than other buttons and makes people want to click it. Wow, you really understand human psychology.

lottery!

Points-100

A golden treasure chest was opened...

A dazzling light effect...

[100 pairs of various sexy stockings]

WTF? Chen Bufan stood up straight, looking at all kinds of patterns, designs, straps, ropes, meshes, black, white, red, purple, etc.

"I'm a little interested!"

Chen Bufan grinned, his eyes shining brightly in the darkness.

Thinking about his women, their big white legs are all made of stockings! It's the end of the world, he hasn't seen it yet, tut tut...

He thought the raffle only involved food, but it turned out to be more than that. He probably hasn't seen enough of the world.

"Too young and superficial! So superficial!"

Draw! I drew 9 more prizes in a row, all of which were food and…?

[300 pieces of Tomahawk steak][400 kilograms of hand-caught steak][600 kilograms of fresh vegetables][Rpg*1]

"RPG?"

"Show! He has tons of ammunition... 10 points per round? He's also a big spender on points."

After looking inside the package for a while, he wondered if this thing would lose money when used to kill zombies? ?

I exited the system contentedly, having spent 1000 points, leaving 3000 for next time. Small gambling brings joy, but big gambling harms your health.

"Can I have a drink with you?" A seductive voice asked in my ear.

It’s Zhao Xuewei.

Her voice was as sexy as her body, and she was carrying a stack of six-packs of beer and a few chicken feet.

Chen Bufan looked back at Zhao Xuewei, who had just become a woman. It seemed that she was less immature and had more charm of a mature woman. He was very proud of her because this was his work.

Chen Bufan stretched out a hand to her, and Zhao Xuewei immediately put her soft and smooth little hand into it and let him hold her hand.

Chen Bufan gently pulled her to his seat. Her hands were a little cold, so he held them to warm them for a while before letting go.

Zhao Xuewei leaned on his shoulder, and the two of them watched the lightning and thunder outside, the crackling sound in their ears, and the heavy rain hitting the car window. The two of them didn't say anything. Chen Bufan could smell the detergent on her clothes. It smelled very fragrant, like lavender...

"Click..."

Zhao Xuewei opened a can of beer for herself, held it in front of Chen Bufan and looked at Chen Bufan... wanting to bump into him.

"cheers…"

"cheers…"

She put it to her lips and took a sip, frowning slightly. She didn't like drinking. In her mother's words, beer tasted like horse urine.

"Do you like eating chicken?" Chen Bufan asked softly.

Zhao Xuewei blushed, bit her lips lightly, and clutched her school uniform tightly with one hand. She didn't answer, her heart beating abnormally fast.

Suddenly, a pickled pepper chicken foot was handed to her.

Zhao Xuewei's face turned even redder. She let go of the hand that was holding the school uniform, patted it, and quickly took the chicken feet and put it in her mouth.

"Heh..." A man's chuckle sounded in my ears.

"Hate."

Zhao Xuewei bit her lip in annoyance, and she realized that she was being teased by the man.

"If you don't like drinking, don't drink." Chen Bufan saw her frowning and knew at first glance that she was a rookie.

"It's okay, I'll drink a can with you."

"Well, where are you guys from?"

"Home? We have no home. On the night of the doomsday, we were going to have a party. Our parents arrived at the restaurant early to order food. We were still at school when the doomsday came suddenly. My parents contacted us and said they were bitten in the restaurant. Li Man's mother was the first to mutate, and then... then she bit the other people in the private room, and we couldn't get in touch with her anymore. After we escaped, we went to that restaurant, and they... they were all standing inside... um..." Zhao Xuewei covered her mouth with tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry...you..."

Chen Bufan was speechless. He was just about to comfort her by bringing up something irrelevant.

"Hehe... It's okay. Even if you didn't ask, I missed them too. It's a good opportunity for me to accompany you for a drink and drown my sorrows. Let me tell you, Sister Wen Yin is crying too. She misses her parents too..." Zhao Xuewei wiped her tears and said softly.

Chen Bufan looked back and saw nothing...

"cheers!"

"Dry"

"Here, eat chicken feet."