Rise From The Doom Chapter 37

When she returned to the cemetery, she told Lu Yan the news. Lu Yan didn't seem to mind, as she was already used to the law of the jungle, but the reason wasn't important. As long as there were monsters to kill, she would earn money.

In addition to the fact that the graveyard was not suitable for killing monsters at night, they had agreed to go offline the next day. However, before going offline, Liu Wei An gave her a portion of the money he had earned. As for this part of the income, Lu Yan was unwilling to accept it. Her taut face revealed a trace of a smile. Liu Wei An snickered, so it turned out that she was a little money grubber.

Lu Yan went offline, but Liu Wei An didn't log off. Instead, he went back to the city and drew 60 runes before he went offline. Unfortunately, he wasn't in a good condition, and only 50 talismans were successful.

Now that she was rich, she could eat three meals a day. When she went offline, she would have to add another midnight snack. Zhao Xin's face was already full of baby fat. Zhao Nannan rarely took a bath. In Liu Wei An's impression, Zhao Nannan seemed to have never taken a bath, or rather, had, but he didn't notice. However, when he thought about it, he probably hadn't washed either. At that time, there weren't even any clothes to change his clothes. Who would still want to take a bath? Even Zhao Xin had a dirty look for a long time. She didn't even wash her face. On the other hand, he himself, because of the habit he developed on Earth, would have to wash up sooner or later.

Earth was the starting point of mankind. Although Earth had experienced nuclear war, with its rich water resources, Mars was different. Most of the water resources were plundered from other planets, so drinking water was needless to say. Most Martian native-born people are in the habit of saving water, except the n.o.bility, of course, because they don't need it.

After dinner, Liu Wei An left the restaurant. In fact, Zhao Xin also wanted to follow him out, but it was chaotic outside tonight. Thus, Liu Wei An didn't dare to take her out.

The night on Mars came a little earlier, it was already completely dark at 6 o'clock, the howling wind blew on people's bodies, like a steel knife sc.r.a.ping their bones, in the daytime, the beggars and slaves squatting in the corner had already run to some bridge or hole that could protect them from the wind, or into some broken houses that could hide from the wind. In the pitch-black street, one could occasionally see two lights, but there were basically no figures. Terrifying silence.

He did not come here to admire the moon, but once he got out, he began to run. The first ten minutes were just to warm up, but then his speed gradually increased until he was running at his highest speed, which was already 80 kilometers per hour. The cold wind blew past his ears, and his skin turned red.

From the day he ate the mutation of the seed, he had an urge to run, to digest it, but whether or not there was a way to digest it, he just had to hold it in. From the second day onwards, he would run out in the middle of the night, and after running for two or three hours, his speed would be very fast, the first night would be fast enough for him to catch his breath, the second night would be fast enough for him to reach 60 kilometers per hour, and a few days ago, he would reach 80 kilometers per hour, and then his speed would slow down.

The 100-meter race of the athletes broke out at a speed close to 20 meters per second. He was more than double their speed, almost 50 meters per second. Now, even without the game, he was able to support himself by partic.i.p.ating in sports.

Liu Wei An was obsessed with the feeling of being blown by the wind. He felt the buildings on both sides of him flying backwards. He felt like he was flying. It was a completely different feeling compared to riding a car.

One hour, two hours, three hours, three and a half hours later, Liu Wei An stopped. The evil fire inside his body had almost fully spread out.

Right at this moment, the street suddenly lit up with a dazzling light. The roar of the engine came closer from far away, and its speed was at least 110 yards. Just as Liu Wei An rushed out of the middle of the road, a yellow car roared past him, almost knocking him away with only two fists worth of distance.

Anger flashed through Liu Wei An's heart. If not for his agility, he would have been dead by now. However, his anger soon subsided. It was a sports car. A person who could drive a sports car in the middle of the night …

It was not something he could afford to offend. There were two off-road vehicles following behind the sportscar, which were about fifty meters behind the sportscar.

When they pa.s.sed each other, he could clearly see that the driver was a young man, no more than 20 years old, dressed in fancy and expensive clothes. And in his arms, sat a beautiful girl dressed in smoky makeup, it was impossible to tell her age, her navel was exposed, her lower body was in a miniskirt, big mesh black stockings, and her white thighs were as dazzling as white jade under this kind of night.

Judging from her skin, slim figure and her fragrant scent, the lady was also very young, probably no older than twenty years old. Liu Weixin cursed silently: "She's not afraid of dying from the cold at all."

The air seemed to echo with the girl's proud and delicate laughter, full of l.u.s.tful temptation.

"Chi ~ ~ ~"

The yellow sports car stopped about 300 meters away from Liu Wei An. It took no more than two seconds for the car to stop at this speed.

The place where the sports car stopped could be said to be a relatively large open s.p.a.ce, or it could be said to be a small square, a place where slaves solved problems. Don't think that beggars who beg for food don't have any conflicts of interest, just like n.o.bles, where there are people who have different forms of benefits. Between n.o.bles, the focus of conflicts might be on a certain mine, or a few million slaves, or a certain high position, while between slaves, there was a lot of reality, or a biscuit, or a tube of energy, or even a piece of rusty iron.

There were big and small conflicts, and any small place could solve them, but big conflicts, for example, between gangs, villages, and forces, could sometimes not be resolved by fighting and killing. At this time, there was a need to adjust, to negotiate, and this small square was the special location for negotiations.

On all four sides, there were tens of meters tall buildings that blocked the howling wind. Even in the dark night, this place was filled with a large number of slaves.

This young master in a luxurious car must have come by the door for fun, because on this side of the door, even if there was a car, it was about to eliminate second-hand, third-hand, or even abandoned cars. Therefore, those driving the sports car were all from the other side of the door. Two Land Cruisers pulled up behind them, side by side, and the searchlights on the roof switched on. The small square was instantly lit as bright as day, and the gathering of slaves was thrown into chaos by the glare. That feeling was like a hibernating snake nest, slowly waking up.

"It belongs to whoever gets it?" A young man dressed in fancy clothes jumped out of the car and sat on the hood with a condescending smile on his face. He threw out a steamed bun. The snow-white steamed bun rolled a few times on the ground. It was tainted with a lot of dust. There was even half a leaf. Under the searchlight, it was clearly seen.

At this moment, the thin and weak body burst out with unimaginable power, its speed almost reaching seven or eight meters per second. In the end, a slightly muscular slave grabbed the steamed bun and quickly stuffed it into his mouth. Just as he was about to close his yellow teeth and was about to do so, he took a heavy punch on his face, causing blood to spurt out along his teeth. The steamed bun drew an enchanting arc in the air before coincidentally falling into the hands of a seven or eight year old child.

He knew that compared to the others, he did not have any advantage at all. He was brought out when the others were trying to get up, but there was nothing he could do about it. An orphan slave like him, who did not have any status or power, was usually placed outside at night to protect himself from the cold. He opened his mouth and took a big bite, a wonderful taste of fermented flour spreading all over his body and a faint sweet taste, it was a kind of indescribable delicacy, more than anything he had ever tasted before. On the business street, he had seen steamed buns more than once, and he had always wondered what kind of taste steamed buns were, but now, he had finally tasted one, a hundred times, a thousand times, a thousand times …

Bang!

The thin child didn't even have a chance to make a sound as he directly fell down. The steamed bun left his hand and rolled on the ground, and no one cared whether the child lived or died. All of the slaves threw themselves at the steamed bun, letting out threatening roars.

The joy in the child's eyes slowly dissipated. From start to finish, there was no sign of pain or fear on his face. He did not have the time to swallow a mouthful of steamed bun.

The steamed buns were constantly moving from one slave to the other, and every slave who managed to s.n.a.t.c.h the steamed buns was surrounded by other slaves. Those who were lucky had their heads buried in their clothes after taking a bite, but those who were unlucky had already fallen before they could even eat the steamed buns.

On the sportscar, the young man was laughing out loud in an unbridled manner. After seeing the blood, not only was he not afraid in the slightest, on the contrary, an excited expression appeared on his face. Seeing that the steamed buns had been stolen, he threw another one out.

The young man laughed out loud. When he saw a slave whose head had been smashed into a broken watermelon, white and red splatters sputtered all over the ground, and he could no longer hold himself back. One by one, he pulled the girl out of the car, opened his pants, pulled out the piece of work, and forcefully pressed down the woman's head.

Half an hour later, the young man threw out the rest of the seven or eight steamed buns and drove back. The small plaza was left with dozens of corpses and countless wounded people.

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