Shen Qing was very surprised. Even those men in the corner who were dressed simply and obviously used their beauty to please others, and several women who were also dressed coolly, flirting with the men passing by - in Shen Qing's opinion, these must be men, right? But there was still no mole between their eyebrows.

Is there no brother in this world? He hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but ask Song Kaiji tentatively: "Here... here is no one like me, with a red mole between the eyebrows."

Song Kaiji was puzzled by this question, as it was rare to have a red mole right between the eyebrows. He had only seen it in New Year pictures of dolls.

So what does this guy mean, in Versailles?

However, this person might be his future sponsor, so Song Kaiji praised him generously: "Of course, you are the only one who was born with a red mole between the eyebrows, which is quite nice. When they were young, many parents liked to put a dot on their children's foreheads with lipstick, but I have never seen someone like you. You are blessed!"

Song Kaiji looked at Shen Qing carefully, and the more he looked at him, the more handsome he thought he was. The red mole also suited him, making his features look like a painting. It was just that his skin and complexion were not very good, and his skin color was dark. At first glance, he was not stunning, but the more he looked at him, the more handsome he became. He was the type that would last for a long time.

But it's the end of the world, and it's normal for your skin and complexion to be bad after living in the open air and having no food to eat. Song Kaiji scratched his hair: Isn't it the same for me?

Shen Qing touched the mole between his eyebrows in embarrassment. This was the first time someone praised his beautiful mole... His mole was considered dull among the boys. The old people in the village said that it was difficult to have children with such moles, which was one of the reasons why Shen Qing had difficulty getting married. And the mole was related to the fertility of boys. It was frivolous to praise it in front of them, which was equivalent to commenting on a woman's big breasts and big buttocks in front of her, which was very offensive.

But if there were no bros in this world, it would be no wonder that Song Kaiji thought he was a man. Shen Qing recalled Song Kaiji's confusion about her going to the next room to change clothes, and his unreserved physical contact with her, and now she was finally cleared of her doubts.

So that's how it is. There are no men in this world. But without men, what are those people doing? Can men also... serve men? Shen Qing had never heard of this before. How can men serve men? This information really shocked Shen Qing, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. He just kept looking into the corner.

Song Kaiji also followed his gaze. This scene, which he usually saw and even felt numb to, inexplicably made him feel a little ashamed and glaring. He explained in a low voice: "It's not like this here during the day. It's getting dark now. I will leave as soon as it gets dark."

Song Kaiji didn't know why he had to explain, but he just wanted Shen Qing to know that he was a decent person. Although he was setting up a stall here, he had never been with those people. He! He was pure and untainted!

Shen Qing nodded randomly, retracted his gaze, and suppressed the various thoughts that kept popping up in his heart. What if there is no brother? He just came to this world to make some money. It has nothing to do with him whether there is a brother or not. It's just that the flattering attitude of those men to passers-by left a little shadow in his heart.

"Do you come here to set up a stall every day?" he asked Song Kaiji.

Song Kaiji nodded. Because he was afraid of missing his family, he never took long-distance missions, and he always returned on the same day. But thinking of a possibility, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "If I hadn't come, it might be that I am no longer in this world."

Shen Qing thought of the woman who was eaten by the monster.

Shen Qing suddenly felt that if he could maintain a long-term deal with Song Kaiji, perhaps he would not only be able to obtain huge wealth, but Song Kaiji would also no longer have to face those terrible zombies. Thinking of Song Kaiji's life-saving grace to him and his sincere attitude during the deal, Shen Qing did not want this good partner to die easily. This was a truly mutually beneficial thing. He squeezed the shoulder straps of the backpack: "You saved me, and I will repay you when we meet again."

After saying goodbye to Song Kaiji, Shen Qing walked back with a bag of gold and silver jewelry and a set of crossbow arrows. The basket was much heavier than when he came, but Shen Qing felt particularly relieved. On the way back, he passed by other stalls, where people occasionally traded, which made Shen Qing understand more about how much food was lacking in this world, and even water could be sold for money!

Only then did he realize that Song Kaiji didn't take his water because he probably didn't want to take advantage of him, and he became more impressed with this man's character.

After leaving the south wall, he looked at the gate of the base from a distance, then turned around and walked back the way he came. He held the crossbow in his hand and was cautious along the way, fearing that he would encounter zombies again. Although the zombie had not attacked him before, he did not dare to be careless. He did not go back to the cave directly, but searched all the small shops with open doors.

The first thing to be affected was the souvenir shop where he and Song Kaiji had stopped by: all the odds and ends scattered on the ground were put into the backpack, and even the curtains were taken down: this cloth looked expensive! It was thick and felt as smooth as satin: although he had never touched satin before.

Even if I can't make clothes, making a quilt cover would be fine.

Although the food in the ice cream shop and chicken pancake shop next door was plundered, there were still a lot of useful things left: exquisite porcelain bowls and spoons, and chopsticks that were heavy in the hand and had something embedded on them. If it wasn't difficult to hide, Shen Qing wanted to move the table away: the table in this shop was made of solid materials and the paint was evenly applied.

However, it was too strange to go up the mountain and carry a table down, so Shen Qing gave up with regret.

He collected a few more curtains along the way, and the small backpack was filled to the brim. Shen Qing felt as if he was not even firmly on the ground, and he felt so happy that he seemed to be floating.

Who understands the happiness that comes without any effort?

After returning to the cave, I thought that after so long, the wild boar should have left. Who knew that it seemed to be fighting with Shen Qing. Although it did not hit the tree again, it still lingered under the tree. The scene in front of him pulled Shen Qing back from his light-hearted state. He changed back into his patched old clothes, stared at the wild boar below, and raised the newly bought compound crossbow.

It was you who insisted on not leaving and stayed to die! Before, the wild boar was the butcher and Shen Qing was the fish, but now it was obviously the other way around!

Using the large bluestone as a shield, the arrow flew out with a "whoosh" and pierced straight into the wild boar's eye socket!

The wild boar was knocked to the ground by the force of the arrow, and the severe pain made it scream shrilly, and the birds in the forest were startled and flew away. Shen Qing was afraid that the screams would attract other wild boars, so he quickly shot a few more arrows. The stainless steel arrowheads pierced through the wild boar's thick fur and nailed it hard on the back of its neck, thighs, and buttocks. The wild boar stumbled forward for three or four meters, hit a tree and finally fell down, and could not get up again.

Shen Qing climbed down from the cave only after confirming that the wild boar had lost its ability to attack. When he got closer, he saw that the wild boar was breathing more than it was breathing out. Shen Qing used the hatchet to chopped the wild boar's neck several times, killing it completely.

Shen Qing leaned against a tree and panted. It was not the first time for him to kill prey with his own hands. In the past, he had caught and killed countless rabbits and pheasants in the mountains. He had even killed musk deer if he was lucky. But this wild boar was different. The warm blood of the wild boar splashed on his face and body. The bloody smell did not scare him, but made Shen Qing even more excited.

Strength. Shen Qing pulled the arrows out of the wild boar one by one, and wiped the blood off with his sleeve carefully. The crossbow gave him the power to kill the wild boar, and there was one less thing in the world that could hurt him.

He only rested for a short while, then stood up and covered the bloodstains with soil. He then picked up some firewood he had chopped earlier and made a small fire, for fear that the smell of blood would attract other wild animals.

He carried the remaining firewood into the cave - he had to drag the wild boar down the mountain today and didn't have the strength to carry firewood. Besides, he wanted to hide the crossbow and clothes from another world in the cave, so he covered them with firewood to prevent others from accidentally entering and taking them.

He also grabbed some firewood and put it on the backpack, covering the things he got from the other world.

The rope that was originally used to tie firewood tightly tied the wild boar's four hooves, and Shen Qing half-carried and half-dragged the wild boar down the mountain.