Chapter 158 Harsh Words
Lingbao also kept scratching his face with his big black eyes, trying to reduce his presence silently.
What the two little devils feared most was Zhuang Moxing's dark face. If they fell into the hands of others, they would say that these two brats could always get away with it by acting like spoiled brats, but this was the only thing that wouldn't work...
If you don't want to be spanked, you have to be obedient.
Several large pots were used together, the noodles were cooked quickly and the speed of beating the noodles also kept up quickly.
Soon everyone in the camp was enjoying the piping hot and fragrant beef and bamboo shoot noodles. They ate until their noses were sweating from the spiciness but they were reluctant to let it go.
After eating a big bowl of noodles, I still felt unsatisfied. Fortunately, Liu Yu prepared enough vegetables, otherwise we would not be able to afford it for everyone.
But it’s no wonder that everyone can eat so much. It’s because the beef and spicy bamboo shoots are so delicious that they create stomachs that are as hard to fill as black holes.
The military camp here was having a lively dinner, while a fire was burning flickeringly in the other camp.
At least I had hot soup and hot rice, but the aroma from that place made the stew in my mouth taste less delicious.
The pot of ingredients that the group of psychics gathered around was quite sufficient, at least the stew was hot and passable, but the situation of the ordinary survivors was much more miserable.
After being forced to hand over all supplies, daily meals are distributed according to the number of zombies killed.
Those who were more likely to get two packets of instant noodles and a bottle of water, those who were less likely to get a packet of biscuits, and those whose condition was worse off only got a few small packets of snacks that they couldn't name, which were not enough to fill their stomachs at all.
Those who can sit here are either a little clever, or have a good family background and were protected by someone at the beginning of the last days, but are now in a state of destitution because they have lost their money and power.
People like this can hardly adapt to the current treatment, but they have no choice but to endure it in order to survive.
Those who got instant noodles did not dare to cook them. Firstly, there was no fire or pot, and secondly, there was only one bottle of water. After making soup, they would have no clean water to drink and would easily die of thirst.
A few survivors bit the dry biscuits in their hands, and their eyes fell on the soldiers who were holding bowls of noodles in the distance.
The ones who couldn't stand it the most were Hu Jiayun's family, who made noodles for the soldiers and finally ate with them.
"What a pitiful person! Finally they've found a team with stupid people and plenty of food!"
"Yeah, it's good that Hu Jiayun's supernatural power didn't kill anyone, but those people actually accepted it. How stupid!"
A middle-aged man nearby opened the two bags of instant noodles that he had been given, broke them into pieces, and shared them equally among the men and women in the makeshift team who had not killed any zombies.
He then started chewing the dry bread in his hand. He was the ordinary person who killed the most zombies this time.
Hearing this, he glanced at the gossipers, then looked at Hu Jiayun's family over there, and finally remained silent without interrupting.
However, as those people spoke, their words became more and more unpleasant.
The malicious words spurred by jealousy clearly deviated from the most disgusting aspects of human nature, and the man couldn't help but frown when he heard them.
Seeing them getting more and more excited, unable to suppress their evil laughter, he tilted his head back, shook off the last crumbs from the bottom of the instant noodle bag, and suddenly said, "Have you forgotten their previous experiments? They're already a hot healing psychic. Don't be so rude, or they'll come to you crying for mercy."
Several men who were sitting together suddenly heard the mocking voice, and turned around to look for the source of the sound with red faces.
Just as he was about to curse, he realized that the person who spoke was the most powerful among ordinary people!
In the end, he could only squinted his eyes and scratched him twice with the knife. He suppressed the curse on the tip of his tongue and lowered his head to continue eating the biscuits.
Similar whispers and gossips around also suddenly stopped.
Qian Zheng was paying special attention to the situation in the military camp, and his eyes were always glancing over there. Naturally, he did not miss the middle-aged man's words.
These words sounded particularly harsh to his ears, and he couldn't help but get involved himself.
The fear in my heart instantly turned into rage!
Then he quickly moved behind the middle-aged man and kicked his straight back firmly.
The psychic's strength was much greater than that of an ordinary person. With just a few kicks, he made the man curl up into a ball and groan in pain. He didn't stop until he had exhaled enough.
Qian Zheng's kicking of the middle-aged man was not a loud noise, so it didn't reach Liu Yu and the others. However, the psychic team in their own camp still noticed it.
After all, such a big man suddenly disappeared from their side and then kicked people. The ordinary survivors around them who didn't dare to scream lowered their voices, but still started to make a small commotion.
After feeling discouraged, Qian Zheng finally turned around and saw the slight displeasure in Ling Wei's eyes, and immediately retracted his footsteps.
His eyes rolled, and his hand quietly dropped something from his side. Then he bent down and picked it up from the middle-aged man.
He scolded her shamelessly, "If you steal my lighter again, I'll punish you more than just this. You have to be a thief when you have so many options to do. You're trash!"
Then he glanced at the middle-aged man who was about the same age as his father and was curled up in a ball on the ground. He snorted coldly and walked back to the team of psychics.
After returning to the team, several people with special abilities around Qian Zheng tried to comfort him and told him not to feel bad for a thief.
The survivors who had previously received favors from the middle-aged man all saw Qian Zheng's little tricks, but no one exposed his lies.
Qian Zhengdu had left at this moment, and they didn't dare to go up to help the man, for fear that helping him would anger the psychic and cause trouble.
This scene obviously fulfilled the intention of the group of gossipers, and everyone sneered in a low voice with a gloating look in their eyes.
The middle-aged man waited until Qian Zheng left before he slowly got up with his back trembling from this unexpected disaster.
He half-knelt on the ground, spat out the small amount of blood that flowed out of his broken mouth.
Then Silent picked up the remaining bottle of water from his meal and left.
"Hey! Didn't we agree to split that bottle of water equally?"
The man heard the shameless words of the temporary team members behind him, turned around with an extremely cold look, and walked into the corner.
The man was left complaining loudly and angrily: "What kind of person is this? So selfish, he said he would split it equally but then changed his mind at the last minute!"
"Okay, okay, stop talking..."
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