Quick Wear: Let go of the desire to help others and respect the burial of the insane.

sports students

沉淀

Hormone surge

Second-hand white socks are selling well.

Before today, Zuo Guangzong would never have connected the four words above together.

But from today onwards...

The white socks worn by physical education students will definitely leave a deep impression on them.

"Jie Jie Jie."

"How does it feel? This is a treasured vintage from the brothers, and the owners are all top-notch men."

Zuo Guangzong's face was contorted in extreme pain.

A foul odor exploded in my mouth.

The oldest person was Zuo Qinghe's second uncle, who couldn't withstand the shock.

He spat and vomited frantically on the spot, struggling desperately.

Even with strong men covering his mouth to stop him from vomiting, he still vomited like a jetpack warrior.

He vomited up everything he had eaten that day right there on the spot.

To put it more precisely, it's spraying, or rather, indiscriminate friendly fire with no blind spots and no distinction between friend and foe.

The fourteen strong men were too far away to be sprayed.

None of the Zuo family members who lived close to the second uncle were spared.

Even Zuo Guangzong and Zuo Yaozu were sprayed with sticky filth.

When the second uncle started vomiting, it triggered others to vomit as well. Only the father and son, who were in relatively good health, managed to hold on and didn't vomit.

"Brother! Look, that father and son haven't vomited!"

"Oh?" The eldest brother's eyes lit up, his gaze shifting between Zuo Guangzong and Zuo Yaozu before finally settling on the old man.

"It seems some people haven't passed our test..."

Immediately, the leader changed the subject.

"Watch that vomiting old man, and those two, untie them, you two come here!"

Although Zuo Guangzong and Zuo Yaozu, who were pointed out, did not know what kind of ritual it was to stuff a white sock into their mouths.

But once the initiation ceremony is over, they'll probably leave immediately, right...? Probably.

"Hey bro... look at this mess."

Seeing an opportunity to ingratiate himself, Zuo Guangzong immediately smiled ingratiatingly and said, "We didn't come to your house on purpose. We just didn't know where my eldest niece was."

"Don't worry, we will definitely compensate for the door."

Fearing that the big brother in red would disagree, he even made Zuo Yaozu kowtow and apologize.

"Could you please forgive us this time, father and son, for our mistake?"

Zuo Guangzong's wording was very clever.

To avoid spoiling his elder brother's good mood, he only asked his elder brother to pardon him and his son, without mentioning the rest of the Zuo family.

"of course can."

"We're all brothers, no need to be so polite."

With a wave of his hand, the younger brothers sprang into action, bringing the father and son two cups of black tea.

"Come on, buddy, drink this bowl of wine, and you'll be one of us in the Red Skirt Gang from now on."

Zuo Yaozu glanced at him.

Instead of clear white wine, the bowl contained a blob of unidentified red liquid.

"This..." Could there be poison in this wine?

"Haha, I know you have your concerns." The eldest brother snapped his fingers, and immediately one of his underlings took a small sip from his bowl.

A few breaths later, the younger brother was fine, though his complexion was a little rosy.

Seeing this, the father and son exchanged a glance but said nothing more, and could only drink it all down; they had no other choice.

To be able to become a member of the so-called "Red Skirt Gang" doesn't sound like a respectable name.

"Hey brother, why do you drink this wine like it's tea?"

"Some of the sworn brothers would ride their bikes home after they became sworn brothers, so we decided to use tea instead of wine."

This reason was somewhat plausible, and Zuo Guangzong reluctantly believed it.

But a bad feeling immediately rose in Zuo Yaozu's heart. "Then what kind of tea is this?"

The older brother's greasy face trembled as he laughed wildly.

"This is definitely sleeping tea!"

Zuo Guangzong and Zuo Yaozu: !!!

"Just strip off the rest of my clothes and bring them to my room. It's rare to see an old man in such good health like this."

"Photographer, keep up."

"Take a thousand or so photos. If these old geezers dare to call the police, just send the photos through their social networks and they'll be driven to their deaths!"

At the eldest brother's command, the remaining underlings sprang into action, each casting strange glances their way.

That look wasn't directed at a person, but at some kind of... animal!

The drowsy red tea works very quickly.

Zuo Guangzong's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until he could barely lift them, and his body fell backward uncontrollably.

The older brother continued talking.

"Tsk tsk, even in a certain city, she would only be considered a loli."

"Forget it, it's lucky to find this kind of stuff in this small town. We can't treat the brothers badly."

This was the last thing Zuo Guangzong heard before he fell asleep.

Before he could finally see through that facade, he couldn't understand what the woman in the red dress meant by those words.

What bear? What skinny monkey?

He considers himself very handsome, otherwise his wife wouldn't have pursued him and been so submissive to him.

But it doesn't warrant his elder brother treating him like this!

They also took photos.

Zuo Guangzong strained with all his might, managing only a hoarse voice to utter a single sentence: "Please...please don't take pictures..."

If his nude photos were circulated among his relatives and friends...

Then his life is over!

"Hehe, baby." The older brother stared at Zuo Guangzong with a doting and affectionate gaze.

"From the moment you walked in, fate had already destined our meeting. Don't be afraid, my dear."

As his elder brother uttered the word "good boy," Zuo Guangzong's soul trembled, and he completely fainted, never to wake up again.

In a room in a residential area in S Province that anyone could find, the fourteenth gang leader tormented the father and son until the morning of the next day.

The Zuo family members fled back to their respective homes in a disheveled state, their faces pale and still in shock.

He said he would never again follow Zuo Guangzong and his son to cause trouble for Zuo Qinghe.

As for what they saw and experienced, the second, third, and fourth uncles all tacitly remained silent and refused to talk about it.

Zuo Mingmei waited for three whole days before Zuo Guangzong returned home.

He was extremely anxious at this moment.

There are only 10 days left until the end of the world, although he has been encouraging his grandmother to hoard a lot of rice, flour and cooking oil these days.

But it's simply not enough to feed a large family.

Accommodation is also a problem; they cannot live in crowded rental housing.

They were the first to die after the apocalypse.

As soon as Zuo Guangzong stepped through the door, Zuo Mingmei asked anxiously, "Grandpa, where's the house?"

What about the house? What about the most important house?

Why is Zuo Guangzong empty-handed and without a property certificate? Could it be that he couldn't get it from that saintly Zuo Qinghe?

As he was pondering this, he suddenly noticed that his grandfather, who was in the prime of his life, trembled violently, and his hair had turned much whiter than it had in the past few days.

"That's enough, Mingmei." Zuo Guangzong clutched his injured buttock. "Don't bring this up again!"

Zuo Mingmei was getting anxious.

Zuo Qinghe's house was one of the safe houses he had chosen, and it would be his place to escape in the future. How could we not mention it?

"Grandpa, that house is very important to Mingmei! Mingmei wants to go to school there."

Zuo Mingmei couldn't openly reveal the news of the apocalypse, otherwise the family would definitely think he was talking nonsense.

"Grandpa, the government will build a subway line near Auntie's place in the future, and even the university will move there."

The house was extremely important, and Zuo Mingmei was so anxious that he was pacing back and forth.

Why can't he become an adult after being reborn, and is he stuck in the body of a seven-year-old child?

I have no money, no strength, and no stockpiled goods; my family hasn't been reborn either.

Aren't you just messing with him?

Zuo Guangzong sighed.

"Mingmei, it's not that Grandpa doesn't want to help you, it's just that Zuo Qinghe has already sold that house to someone else!"

".....What?!"

Thinking back on his experiences from the previous few nights, Zuo Guangzong's body would tremble involuntarily.

All sorts of bizarre things were brought out in turn.

"And those new homeowners are a bunch of freaks! Your dad and I couldn't beat them at all, and we even had to pay them a ton of money..."

The man in the red dress wanted Zuo Guangzong and his companion to stay permanently.

However, Zuo Guangzong paid the full withdrawal fee and breach of contract penalty to ensure the safe return of the father and son.

What an ultimate insult!

Zuo Yaozu even developed a physiological fear of the man in the red dress, and would shrink into the room as soon as he entered, refusing to see anyone.

She only comes out during mealtimes, and immediately goes back to her bedroom to moan after finishing.

Zuo Mingmei wanted Lao Deng to generate some gold coins, but Lao Deng just went into a trance.

Instead of yielding gold coins, they turned into voracious eaters, frantically consuming the already meager food reserves.

This undoubtedly adds another layer of difficulty to post-apocalyptic survival.

Zuo Mingmei clenched his hands tightly, his eyes as dark as water, connecting the events of the past few days in his mind.

The common thread in all the links is one person—Zuo Qinghe.

Grandma went to find Zuo Qinghe and was kicked. Grandpa and Dad went to find Zuo Qinghe, but one was withdrawn and the other was silent.

Zuo Qinghe herself did her best to prevent the house from being seized, and sold it ahead of time...

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, as if ignited by a raging fire. His eyes deepened, and then panic, lingering fear, and worry surfaced within them.

"Could this Zuo Qinghe be... a reincarnated person?"

"No, no, no."

Zuo Mingmei lowered his head, biting his thumbnail, trying to discern the strength of the enemy and himself. After careful consideration, he made a decisive decision.

"There are just too many variables in a rebirth... I only need to be the main character on the stage!"

But given how fantastical the matter of rebirth was, Zuo Mingmei decided to investigate it personally.

If she is reborn, even if she is a close relative of his, she still has a way to die.

If it weren't for being reborn, based on what happened in her previous life, it would definitely be a path to death.

But to Zuo Mingmei's surprise...

Zuo Qinghe simply moved to a new house, and on the day he moved in, he hosted a banquet for all his relatives with the surname Zuo.

Including Zuo Mingmei's entire family.

"This cup is for all my uncles and elders, even though some of them want to take my family's property."

"But I have plenty of methods, and I can afford to wait it out."

With fine wine laid out on the table, the Zuo family members who had previously hoped to take advantage of the situation to claim a share of the inheritance were now extremely embarrassed.

Chen Meifen, who was supposed to cause a scene at the banquet, did not show up.

She had three broken ribs and even a broken leg bone.

By the time they were taken to the hospital, it was too late.

She was over seventy years old, but had become a cripple, which was something she could not accept.

Zuo Guangzong accepted this readily and even took the person home without much medical treatment.

His daughter-in-law took care of all his needs, from eating and drinking to using the toilet; not a single person from the three generations of grandfather, son, and grandson spared him even a moment's attention.

But when Zuo Guangzong said it, it became that Old Lady Chen had worked hard for most of her life and was now enjoying her retirement, no longer needing to work.

The only person who might be unhappy about getting free food and drinks is Zuo Mingmei.

Logically speaking.

After being reborn, shouldn't you immediately find a safe house to stock up on supplies and hide away after getting the money?

Who else would host a banquet like Zuo Qinghe, as if afraid others wouldn't know where she lives?

Moreover, although Zuo Qinghe managed to snatch the house at a low price, it's located in the busiest part of the city center!

After the apocalypse, this place became a living hell! Almost every building was filled with hordes of zombies.

In the end, the authorities had no choice but to abandon the area, using drones to urge the city's residents to leave as soon as possible, and finally using nuclear bombs to wash the ground and completely bury everything.

As a reborn person, Zuo Qinghe should know all of this.

Could it be... that she died too young and didn't know what happened afterward?

Zuo Mingmei shook her head, banishing the thought from her mind. "Would she be stupid to buy a house in the city center? Doesn't she know that's where the population density is the highest?"

After the banquet ended, Zuo Mingmei did not leave.

Reborn individuals typically hoard large quantities of goods, so if Zuo Qinghe wanted to hoard food, it wouldn't be easy to hide it from others.

But Zuo Mingmei kept a watchful eye on each other.

I didn't see any trucks parked downstairs in the residential area unloading boxes of instant noodles, self-heating rice, and self-heating hot pot...

Zuo Qinghe continued her normal work and life like other home workers, showing no signs of being a survivor of the apocalypse.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

For the first time, Zuo Mingmei couldn't help but doubt his intuition.

How could a struggling blogger and a self-righteous doomsday advocate possibly pose a serious threat to him?

"Damn! I've wasted so much time on this woman, and I still need to stock up on goods!"

Zuo Mingmei spat at the entrance of the residential area and walked away listlessly. "Fortunately, I'm the only one chosen by fate; that idiot didn't get reborn."

"I bet this idiot is still gloating, thinking he's bought a house in a good school district in the city center."

"Little did they know that once the apocalypse struck, this place would be the first to turn into a living hell!"

The thought of Zuo Qinghe being devoured by zombies made Zuo Mingmei unconsciously let out a strange, creaking sound.

"Auntie, don't blame me for not warning you! It's your own greed that's to blame!"

Regardless of whether he's called "Auntie" or not, Zuo Qinghe is destined to die, he said!

Zuo Mingmei walked away triumphantly, leaving Ning Jun standing there watching his ugly performance.

His every move was observed by the people he hated most.

"It's getting cold," Ning Jun said with amusement. "It's time to bankrupt the Zuo family."

“My dear cousin, don’t blame your aunt for not making this clear to you: those who covet my property will not have a good end.”

She already made it clear at the banquet if she had something to say.

She did not forgive anyone.

She has plenty of methods and the capacity to sustain them, allowing people to experience the apocalypse firsthand!

"Let's stock up! Everyone, start stocking up! Make sure everyone keeps quiet once they start."

It's time to awaken the most terrifying apocalyptic memories in the most extreme time!