Qiao Suinian was somewhat taken aback.

He never expected to run into Cao Junfeng in a place like this.

He thought that Cao Junfeng should have died at the hands of the alien race long ago since he hadn't awakened a second profession in this life, but he never expected that Cao Junfeng would still be alive and have come to the human settlement.

However, compared to his previous life, Cao Junfeng's life was much more miserable after Qiao Suinian bought the kitchen knife in this life.

In his previous life, Cao Junfeng would have already distinguished himself among the human survivors by this time, right?

Many people remember the figure holding the long spear.

In this life, Cao Junfeng can only make a living by selling his specialty, Nine-Turned Intestines, in the survivors' settlement.

But you have to admit, Cao Junfeng is really good at making Nine-Turned Intestines.

His braised pork intestines had just come out of the oven, and many people gathered around, even those who couldn't afford to eat them could smell the aroma.

After the apocalypse, everyone's food consisted mainly of instant biscuits and the like; the conditions were nowhere near as good as before the apocalypse.

Many people's mouths are practically tasteless.

At this moment, a pot of fragrant braised pork intestines was truly a delicacy for them.

Soon, Cao Junfeng's Nine-Turned Intestines were snapped up. At one gram of gold per kilogram, it was indeed very expensive for ordinary people, but the world has never lacked rich people.

Cao Junfeng smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Just then, a figure approached.

Cao Junfeng didn't even look up before speaking directly.

"I'm sorry, we've sold out of Nine-Turned Intestines for today. If you'd like to buy some, please come earlier tomorrow."

"I'm not here to buy braised pork intestines, Cao Junfeng. Do you remember me?" Qiao Suinian asked with a smile.

"Huh? You're not here to buy pig intestines?"

Cao Junfeng looked up with some confusion. He looked at Qiao Suinian's face and vaguely felt that she looked familiar. Then he exclaimed in surprise.

"Ah! It's you, you're that idiot who bought all my kitchen knives for 50,000 yuan back then!"

Cao Junfeng hurriedly corrected himself, almost blurting out the antonym of "wisdom root".

Qiao Suinian spent 50,000 yuan to buy all of his kitchen knives. At the time, Cao Junfeng and his wife often mocked Qiao Suinian behind his back, calling him an idiot.

It wasn't until the apocalypse arrived that night that Cao Junfeng was completely dumbfounded. Faced with those brutal alien monsters, money really became a series of useless numbers. At least a kitchen knife could be used for self-defense.

When Cao Junfeng saw Qiao Suinian again, his eyes were filled with resentment.

However, he dared not say anything more. Qiao Suinian, dressed in a black robe, looked mysterious and was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

In this settlement, people are divided into 369 classes, with those who have no combat ability and rely on life skills being the lowest in status.

Cao Junfeng once witnessed the woman who sold steamed buns next door being humiliated in the street by a combat-type awakened individual.

The steamed bun shop owner grabbed a knife and went to fight him, but was beaten to death on the street. His wife was not spared either; she was killed by the same man after he had his way with her.

However, the final outcome was that the combat-type awakened individual was required to apologize to the steamed bun shop owner and his wife on the street, and that was the end of it.

What an ironic scene. He killed two people, and the only punishment he received was to apologize to the corpses and say, "The dead have no objections, everyone can leave now."

After witnessing these things firsthand, Cao Junfeng also learned to keep a low profile.

His wife also made herself dirty every day, never daring to dress up in the slightest.

Seeing the once spirited Tianluo Ghost Spear in his previous life transformed into this ordinary commoner, Qiao Suinian felt a pang of sadness, and his smile grew even brighter.

Better to die than to die myself. Although the Heavenly Net Ghost Spear has become mediocre, at least it helped Qiao Suinian achieve his goals!

Without Cao Junfeng, how could Qiao Suinian have awakened a mythical-level second profession?

"Long time no see!" Qiao Suinian said with a sigh.

Perhaps this was fate. He was just wondering where to settle down and start searching for that hellish succubus when he ran into Cao Junfeng.

Moreover, he was still 49 people short of collecting enough fear to fully gather the power of his evil god. Looking at Cao Junfeng, Qiao Suinian had an idea in mind.

Qiao Suinian will be more confident in finding the succubus after fully accumulating the power of the evil god.

"Brother...stop it, just tell me what you want to do!" Looking at Qiao Suinian's smile, Cao Junfeng felt a chill.

"Don't worry, I'm not doing anything. I just want to help you sell your braised pork intestines!" Qiao Suinian said with a smile.

"No, no, no... no need, thank you for your kindness, but I can manage on my own!" Cao Junfeng quickly declined.

Qiao Suinian didn't say much. He raised his hand, and a skeleton warrior, gleaming with a pale white bone-like luster, rose from the ground. The rusty longsword in its hand looked particularly terrifying.

The surrounding crowd was terrified; many women screamed, and everyone scattered and fled.

After all, the little skeleton looked too much like an alien race, so they subconsciously assumed that an alien race had infiltrated the settlement.

[Note: Mo Zaiwen has instilled fear in you; Current upgrade progress of the Evil God's power: 52/100]

[Note: This message has caused you fear; Current upgrade progress of the Evil God's power: 53/100]

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[Note: Cao Junfeng has developed a fear of you; Current upgrade progress of the Evil God's Power: 73/100]

Cao Junfeng's face also turned deathly pale.

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