Chapter 49 Ah Hao

The next day, there was a drizzle in the sky.

This is the Rongyuan community around Jinglian Temple on Wenta Road. It has lived here since Chen Qinghe's family changed dramatically, but now it is a completely different ruin. The old-style residential buildings in the fund-raising community built in the 1990s all collapsed, leaving only rubble and gravel.

Chen Qinghe squatted on the ruins, grabbed a piece of masonry and squeezed it in the palm of his hand.

The cold touch of the soil came from the palm of the hand, and the drizzle splashed on the raincoat with a crackling sound.

He searched for a long time and recalled for a long time before he found his way home with a limited and vague memory. He returned to his long-lost home and saw the same scene as expected.

dilapidated, desolate——

There are no special memories here, only empty and cold old houses.

Chen Qinghe patted the soil in his heart and stood up.

There are still a lot of things waiting for him to finish.

First of all, it is urgent to get the two cars that have been modified, not only to strengthen, but also to take off their bright and eye-catching "coats", so that the two cars can become as stupid and ugly as possible and keep a low profile.

And rush to Guangling City to find my mother...

It is the only place where he had news about his mother in his previous life, and it is also one of the eight fortress cities in China. In any case, he must go.

"Maybe it's time to teach him the secret of gold--"

Chen Qinghe looked at Huang Zicheng, who was guarding in the distance, and muttered.

××××××

Time flows, and four days have passed in a blink of an eye.

During

, Chen Qinghe taught Huang Zicheng the golden secret method on the day he went back, and guided him to help him successfully complete his first practice. From then on, the two stayed on the rooftop of the hotel and quietly immersed himself in the practice.

However, Chen Qinghe handed over the work of modifying two cars to the Indians before leaving, and assigned South Koreans to cooperate with him to complete it.

......

Narcissus Building, the first floor of the brand market.

Near the entrance of the main entrance, there is always a group of lazy survivors lying near the corner of the incandescent lamp. They lie on the cold cement floor like garbage, slowly getting moldy and rotting.

Then, silently wait for death to come...

Finally, the clothes will be striped and the fate of cremation. When they give up hope and choose despair, they have accepted such a fate. No one will complain. In their eyes, death is already a relief.

So there was no resistance or struggle.

Ha~

Exhale white air and quickly disappear.

In the corner of the gate, there was a unkempt face, only a black down vest wrapped around him, and a sock missing in his left foot. The young man wearing a pair of dirty sheepskin shoes looked hungry and yellow, opened his sleepy eyes, his dry lips were slightly open, and he yawned lazily.

"It's so cold--"

The young man's arms were clamped tightly, and his stiff hands rubbed hard on his chest, waiting for a trace of warmth, and quickly inserted it into the pocket of the down vest. The soft cotton cloth inside made him moan comfortably.

His name is Ah Hao. He graduated from skills in the end of the world, but he was hired to work in the largest car repair shop in the local area with his talent. This used to be his proudest skill. In today's era of monsters, his proud craftsmanship is useless, and sometimes it is difficult to get a full meal.

"Slutty-sissy."

"When you see a clean dress, you will be embarrassed, ah!"

Ahao stared at a group of women who were dressed ** and deliberately opened their neckline and had snow-white breasts. I heard that they were originally working in public relations, princesses, and models in nearby hotels. In recent days, they came to Narcissus Tower and openly sold them - Spring.

That's what he said, but a pair of eyes still stared at it. The waves of these coquettish women were surging, swallowing saliva secretly, and muttered, "Gras, it's so white, so big--"

If it hadn't been for the rules of the Narcissus Building, I don't know how many crazy hungry guys have rushed up, pressed these sluts who openly stimulated male hormones, fell to the ground, and carried guns.

Guru!

Swallow your saliva again.

Ah Hao, he doesn't remember how many days he hasn't touched a woman. If it was before the end of the world, he might not even look at the dirty and smelly woman in front of him. Now, even if he touches a woman's smooth skin, he can enjoy it all day and temporarily forget the stomach tortured by stomach acid.

"These things are not promising."

Ah Hao glanced at the survivors lying on the ground like beggars in a row beside him. Since the appearance of these women, they have been waiting for death, and they are also very energetic.

I have been staring at this group of more and more spring-selling ** all day long. From the original hotel public relations and models, college students, white-collar workers, housewives, teachers, nurses and other professional women have joined one after another, and the price is not expensive. For example, as long as there is a ham sausage, you can get one. If you are willing to increase the price, one more Bag instant noodles or something else, then any woman here can accompany you alone for two hours and do whatever you want, no matter how crazy it is!

If you are willing to take out cigarettes, liquor, cans and other things, and eat three meals, then you don't know how many women will take the initiative to paste it. The premise is that as long as you have enough capital to make your little brother strong as a blue pill for a long time, then even in the dirty and cold ruins, you To play with them - six-nine style, puppy style, sitting lotus style, supine style and other postures, these women can also sacrifice their lives to fight with you until the last moment.

"It's good that I left a hand--"

While looking down on this group of garbage lying quietly, Ah Hao was sure that no one was paying attention to him, so he took out a chicken leg bone from his arms, hid it in the cuffs, and nibbled it.

Chicken bones are very hard and cold.

His teeth need to be very hard to bite. He narrowed his eyes and always paid attention to the movement around him, staring at the slightly trembling chests of the group of coquettish ladies.

But no matter how careful Ah Hao is...

He still despised human beings who were tortured by hunger. Survivors around him who stared at women seemed to notice something and sniffed the air one by one.

"Chicken flavor?"

"Bone?"

"Where is it and who is eating--"

Survivors who have not eaten for dozens of hours in a row and replenished calories have looked at the people around them with suspicious eyes and used their noses to tell who the smell came from.

Grass!

A Hao's face changed and he cursed in his heart.

He swallowed the unchewed bone dregs, hid half of the chicken leg bone in the cuffs, quietly hid it in his arms, and closed his mouth tightly to prevent more flavors from overflowing.

"These people are all dogs..."

Taking advantage of the fact that no one had been found, Ah Hao pretended to stand up as if nothing had happened and left here reluctantly.

But as soon as he took two steps, he bumped into a man head-on, and suddenly a strange man's voice came to his ear.

"Are you Lin Hao?"