"The Internet is down, and the phone can't get through."
In a roadside supermarket, seven people of different clothes and even different ages gathered around a table.
Liu Chen's face was gloomy, and he was holding a watermelon knife in his hand.
"History is different from our time. The official response speed is faster than before, and the spread of the Internet virus is also earlier."
The butterfly effect came faster than they thought, and they had only just obtained the weapon, and the magic potion they needed had not yet been made.
"Ask Lao Yang how long it will take him to use this medicine. He can do it as soon as he can. It's really not good. Let's go find other people to join us before the chaos starts!"
What is the walking dead, it is only the first year of the dark age, and everything has just begun.
"Okay, okay, don't worry!"
A twelve-year-old boy in a sweatshirt opened the door and walked in, struggling with a pot of green potion in his hand.
"Brother Liu, this temper hasn't changed at all, don't think about it, maybe I can't make such a simple magic potion? Or this body is too small, it's inconvenient to do anything, hehe, isn't this good! "
When the boy spoke, there was an old man who was not his age, and with a young face, it gave people an extremely uncoordinated weirdness.
Liu Chen was actually just anxious and said casually.
This boy will be a Dharma God in the future. Although the soul capacity may be reduced due to traveling back, he cannot remember all the incomparably complicated magic, but some simple basic magic will not be forgotten.
"Without the original mental power, I can't make some too harsh potions. However, this simple hypnotic magic is still fine." He said with a smirk.
A full pot.
A strong man in military uniform held the lid of the pot to cover it, and hugged it with one hand.
"Come on, time is running out."
Liu Chen nodded, and the group walked out from the back door of the supermarket.
At present, the eight of them are still ordinary people, and what they can do is very limited, and they can't trust other people.
At the beginning of the Dark Ages, few people knew what loyalty was, and this was the time when people were most impetuous.
People at this time were different. Later, they had not experienced that kind of despair, the kind of despair that they couldn't do anything but jumped from a height of 10,000 meters, hoping that they would not fall to their death.
The kind of despair that kills endlessly, slashes endlessly, and harvests millions of monsters with a single shot of despair.
The kind of despair that one person resists all armies, but this person is a monster who stands on their opposite side.
In this day and age, everyone is equal, and they don't know how to respect someone who can keep them alive in hell.
Compared with the human heart, magic is undoubtedly more worthy of trust.
So, they have to use hypnotic magic.
"Hey! Brothers! Where are you going? Do you want to join us! Fight monsters together!"
On the way, a head suddenly stuck out from the second floor of the residential area by the roadside, beckoning to them and shouting.
Liu Chen looked up and laughed outright.
"Okay! It's safer for everyone! Do you have anything to eat?"
"There is, there is! Make sure you are full! Hahaha..."
The iron door of the corridor opened automatically.
Walking in with a smile, Liu Chen's expression changed immediately, and he looked at everyone behind him in tacit understanding, and walked upstairs in silence.
The eight people here are not the god of law and the god of war? That existence that is not on its own path to the top
In their eyes, ordinary people can either use it or simply ignore it.
Only those who are equal to them are entitled to their respect, and for the rest, it is enough to respect them.
A door on the second floor opened, and an uncle stood enthusiastically at the door.
"Come on, come on, brothers, you're welcome, we've saved enough food for a year, hahaha..."
The uncle looked very proud. In his opinion, even if the government was slow, it would have taken a year to deal with these monsters, and he was really wise to hoard so much food.
Liu Chen and the others also walked inside with a smile. Old Yang, who was left behind, was slapped in the face by his uncle.
"This child is really cute!" He smiled and rubbed the little boy's hair, but he didn't realize that under his palm, the little boy's face was gloomy and terrifying.
There were a lot of people sitting in the room. There were three mahjong tables in the living room, and several young people gathered around a table, each holding a pair of poker.
"We threw away the walking corpses in the building. None of you got infected, right? Oh, by the way, don't drink the water from the tap, there are viruses in the water too."
"These are all neighbors in the building. The young people have the strength. Fortunately, they are there, otherwise we will be in trouble in this building."
"Didn't the official say not to go out? Why did you run out with the old man? Hey, it's all this unfortunate virus!"
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The uncle kept introducing himself, and led the crowd into the house.
After he came in, Liu Chen and others followed behind him to observe the surroundings, and exchanged their eyes covertly.
"Hey, why does this brother still have a pressure cooker in his hand?"
Turning around, the uncle who was walking in front noticed the pressure cooker in the arms of the big man in military uniform.
At this time, they had entered a bedroom.
Liu Chen smiled and said, "Aren't we afraid that there will be no water to drink? This pot is all beverages, so it's easy to carry in the pot, right?"
With that said, the big man in the military uniform opened the lid of the pot in cooperation, and the emerald green potion was exposed, which was colorless and odorless, and it did look like a drink.
Liu Chen took out a bowl from the backpack behind his companion, beat it and handed it to the uncle.
"Try the taste, we chose it on purpose, usually a bottle costs more than ten yuan!"
"A dozen yuan per bottle?!" The uncle widened his eyes, full of disbelief.
"How can there be more than ten yuan a bottle of drinks!" he questioned.
But he still took the bowl from Liu Chen's hand and took a sip.
The corner of the little boy's successful mouth rose, and he whispered a spell in his mouth. A woman in the team immediately walked to the door and carefully closed the door.
The uncle's eyes slowly became dull, and the whole person stood there blankly, holding a bowl like a sculpture.
Liu Chen walked over, leaned close to his ear, and whispered something softly.
"We are your masters."
In the next second, the uncle's eyes instantly regained brilliance, and his gaze towards Liu Chen and others also changed.
It was a kind of respect from the heart.
"Yes, you are my master."
The eight Liu Chen looked at each other and smiled, and the big man in military uniform handed the pressure cooker to the uncle.
"Go, and let your companions taste it too."
The uncle respectfully took over the pressure cooker and opened the door with a smile on his face.
"Yes, my master."