Chapter 83: Little Red Cloth Bag
Everyone in the room paused.
Then they finished the rice in the bowl in tacit understanding and quickly put away the other things. Liu Yu also reached out and put the remaining game pieces on the table into the space.
Zhuang Moxing moved to the side wall of the gate, his palms burning hot, Chi Yan ready to strike at any moment. He looked back at the situation on Liu Yu's side but did not take immediate action.
The person knocking on the door saw that the light was still on inside, but no one opened the door.
He looked back at the man in the black hat, and after receiving the signal, he smiled evilly, raised his gun and stabbed the iron gate twice.
"No movement means no one's here? Then, break the door!!"
At that moment, three or four men stood in a row and kicked the door together. With a loud bang, all the zombies around were attracted.
As if he was going to force his way in unless the person inside opened the door, Liu Yu took out two self-heating lunch boxes from the space and threw them to Xu Yang.
Xu Yang understood immediately after receiving it, he opened the bottle and poured water into it. After a while, a strong aroma of rice wafted out, mixing with the original fragrance in the room, making it impossible to tell the difference.
The red iron gate was vibrating as it was kicked by several adult men, but it was worthy of being the one Liu Yu liked. No matter how loud it was, no matter how much it howled, it just couldn't be kicked open.
However, just because the gate couldn't be opened manually doesn't mean it couldn't be opened with a gun. Just as the man outside was about to draw his gun in anger, the iron gate suddenly opened from the inside.
Standing inside the door was a tall man dressed in black. He was completely covered up, and only a pair of dark eyes could be seen. When he looked down at people, there was a sense of oppression.
The man facing Zhuang Moxing was only about 1.7 meters tall. He looked back at Zhuang Moxing with his head held high, an expression that looked either uncomfortable or jealous.
His expression twisted for a moment, then he deliberately picked up the pistol and put it in front of his chest, stiffening his neck and saying, "Nice house, let's share it."
It is said to be sharing but in fact it is grabbing. In the end times, no place can be said to have an owner or not. Generally, it is first come first served, unless someone has the strength to suppress and grab it.
This group of people clearly felt that they were strong enough to suppress the enemy, and it didn't matter whether there was anyone in the house or not.
There was no emotion in Zhuang Moxing's eyes. He looked at him as if he were a dead person. The man who was hugging his arms and shouting felt a chill on his back, and he unconsciously put his hands down.
The man in the black hat behind him narrowed his eyes and kicked the man away.
"Stop talking nonsense, either get out of here and make room for me, or find a corner and stay there."
As he said that, he and a group of people pushed past Zhuang Moxing's shoulder and walked into the door.
What was rather odd was that at the tail end of the group of strong men was a young woman and a boy with red and swollen eyes from crying.
As soon as they entered, they smelled a strong aroma of food, and then saw a group of men, women, young and old sitting around on the left side of the hall.
I saw that each of them was holding a piece of dry biscuit in their hand, and there were two boxes of self-heating rice in the middle of the circle. The fragrance came from those two boxes of rice.
More than a dozen men felt their stomachs twitch and their throats couldn't help rolling up and down when they saw it.
It was January in the last month of the world, and although supplies had not yet run out, the boxes of self-heating hot pot and self-heating rice were too big and the ingredients were too little, so few people would take them away in large quantities.
Therefore, people who have this thing don't have much on hand. They are happy to eat it for two meals. There is no reason to sell the rest. They haven't had this for a long time.
A group of men lifted the sofa in the hall and threw it against the wall. Without going anywhere else, they sat down on the right side of the hall, looking at Liu Yu and the others with covetous eyes.
Zhuang Moxing locked the door again and returned to his seat. He placed the black sword on his legs and wiped it carefully in silence.
For a moment, the entire hall fell into an eerie silence.
Then, at this moment, a low sobbing sound suddenly rang out in the silent silence: "Woo, woo, grandma, grandma..."
The young woman looked around fearfully at the men who looked difficult to deal with, and quickly covered the child's mouth, whispering a warning.
"Stop yelling! The old woman has only been here for a few days, and you can't leave her anymore. What kind of magic potion has she poured into you?"
"Grandma, grandma gave Haohao something to eat..."
The woman was frightened when she thought about how she had spent the past half month begging for food at the hands of her mother-in-law who had turned into a zombie.
Seeing that his son was actually bribed by his mother-in-law who had turned into a zombie, he was furious.
She twisted the child's arm hard, then glanced at the man in the black hat and asked weakly, "You, are you really sent by my husband to rescue us?"
The man in the black hat glanced at her shriveled figure and replied with a lack of interest: "Yeah."
But the man next to him rolled his eyes and added.
"Don't worry, sister-in-law. Our boss is very interested in the two talismans in your husband's hand. He specially sent us to bring you back safely."
There was a hint of tentativeness in his tone as he spoke: "I just wonder if you have the same talisman paper here, sister-in-law? It can be exchanged for a lot of food!"
The woman was stunned when she heard this, and then she seemed to remember something and quickly took out the red cloth bag from her son's neck, causing the boy to cry and struggle hard.
"Mom, Mom, don't give it! This is for Haohao!"
"Hey! Show mommy!" With a snap.
The delicate red string around the boy's neck broke, and the red cloth bag successfully fell into the woman's hands. She quickly opened the cloth bag, revealing a yellow talisman paper folded into a triangle inside.
"Is this what you're talking about?"
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