"take it easy."

Zhang Xuansheng looked at the black gangster sitting on the ground and said Wen Yan.

But in the eyes of that black gangster, Zhang Xuansheng was like a demon who chose people and devoured him, and his handsome face was more like a devil's disguise.

"May I have your name."

Zhang Xuansheng saw the gangster who was about to be incontinent and felt helpless, thinking that I would not eat people.

"Ah... Erdo Zeta."

The black gangster trembled and said his name. He found that the Protestant in front of him did not seem to be punished. His fear gradually faded, but he was a little weak.

"Then call you Zeta, what does it mean to call Protestants just now?"

Zhang Xuansheng used his spiritual power to lift Zeta up, but the other party seemed to be unable to stand steadily, so he moved Zeta directly to the steps on the side of the road, and he sat next to Zeta without hesitation, as if he wanted to relax the other party through this action.

"You...you are not a Protestant!?"

Zeta was shocked by Zhang Xuansheng's question. This time, she was really not so scared. She looked at the rice cakes left in her hand, swallowed and wondered if she would ignore the occasion when she continued to eat them.

"Of course not. I am a traveler from a neighboring country. I don't know much about the situation here. Can you tell me?"

Zhang Xuansheng can actually search the soul directly, but he still chose to use this most primitive method to ask.

“…”

Zeta looked at Zhang Xuansheng, the neighboring country... He didn't know how far the neighboring country was, but he knew that no one could escape from here... no one.

"What you should not come here is the realm of the rule of the new God. Those who enter this kingdom will never return."

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Zeta looked at Zhang Xuansheng with some sympathy. This is a good person who can give himself food. He seems to have some extraordinary means. He may also be a good person outside, but now he has come here, a place abandoned by the gods...

Perhaps it won't take long before this well-dressed man will be trapped in a situation of insufficient food, either falling to the same as him, surviving on the street, or throwing into the arms of the new God and becoming a Protestant.

Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly. He might be starving to death in a few days, but he still has the heart to worry about others.

"New God, that means there are old Gods?"

Zhang Xuansheng asked.

Zeta said with a confused look on his face: "I don't know, but everyone calls me that, maybe there was an old god once..."

He was just a young man in his twenties, and his parents died since childhood and knew very little about the world.

If there is the Old God, then He must be brilliant, merciful and peaceful, right?

He has been to the ruins in the center of the city, and through some of the facilities in the ruins, he feels that it should have been a warm place.

Under the setting sun, the old swing swayed slightly with the evening breeze, and the dust from the sand pit under the slide made him feel as if he could see the children who once had children playing happily here.

That was a beautiful childhood that he would never imagine in his dreams after he was a child.

The dusty storefronts on both sides of the street seem to indicate the prosperity this city once had.

Once when he was searching for something in a house, he saw a dry skeleton holding a broken diary in his hand.

He was not very clear about the various things in his diary, but he clearly remembered the last sentence.

"This world should not be like this. Please remember that children born in hell will last forever."

It was only then that he began to pay attention to the old buildings and the ruins of the past, and began to fantasize about the beauty of the world.

But he realized several times when he was about to starve to death. If there was really hope in this world, why was the skeleton biting the barrel to death?

The owner of the diary ended up committing suicide...

"Where are the Protestants? What did they do to make you so afraid?"

Zhang Xuansheng looked at the empty streets. Since those people ran away, no one has come to this place again.

"They...they are demons..."

When Zeta mentioned the Protestant, he hugged his head with both hands, and his long-standing hair drooped down to cover his eyes, with fear and hatred hidden inside.

“Don’t Protestants need to go hungry?”

Zhang Xuansheng continued to ask.

"Of course they don't have to starve. They devour all the value of people, ** and souls, and they will eat them all!"

Zeta said gritting his teeth.

"They eat people?"

Zhang Xuansheng asked casually.

“They don’t just eat people.”

Zeta's hands scratched his messy hair, as if he had recalled something.

"Sir, you are a good person. Please forgive me for your disrespect. Thank you for giving me the food so that I can live a few more days."

Zeta said, stood up and saluted Zhang Xuansheng.

"Where are you going?"

Zhang Xuansheng did not get up.

"I didn't have the strength to go on the road before, but now I want to go to the city west of Isabel while I can live for a few days. I heard that there are rebels there."

As he said that, he waved the dagger in his hand, revealing a bit crooked, but still shiny teeth and smiled: "It's better to die on the road to fight instead of waiting here to starve to death."

"Resistance? Is there anyone else fighting against the new god?"

Zhang Xuansheng thought of something and was a little excited.

"The Resistance Army has always existed, but I am a coward and I just don't have the courage before."

Zeta looked at the West with a plain tone.

"I was scared once, did you figure it out?"

Zhang Xuansheng smiled and said.

"No, I just suddenly feel... living is meaningless."

After Zeta finished speaking, he was about to turn his head and leave, but after taking two steps, he seemed to remember something and turned around and said, "By the way, this gentleman, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Zhang Xuansheng."

"Thanks."

Zhang Xuansheng looked at the lonely back walking on the empty street. The sunset gradually fell and darkness slowly descended, swallowing the already dark-skinned big boy.

“Is it meaningless to be alive?”

Zhang Xuansheng said to himself, what kind of experience it was that a young boy who was full of vitality said such words.

He and Zeta met for a short time. He had seen Zeta look like he was hungry. If he had no will to live, why would he have to come out to grab food?

But after he was full, he wanted to die again.

Survival when hunger is a physiological instinct. Do you want to face death after your rationality returns?

He rushed all the way to Isabel and knew the reasons for the spread of famine on this land.

The aura and vitality of the earth have almost completely disappeared, and it is difficult for any vegetation crop to grow.

Although Zhang Xuansheng had already fasted, he often ate some delicious food due to his verbal desire, but he forgot the rules of normal ecology.
Chapter completed!