An apocalyptic world where the protagonist and supporting characters start from the same starting po

"Wuhu, Ye Minglou has accepted the mission."

"It went so smoothly. Which mission did he accept?"

"He's going to Sichuan Province. I've completed missions for several neighboring provinces. It all depends on his luck which one he gets."

"Then he's really lucky. We haven't been to Sichuan Province yet. I don't know what the resources there are like?"

"It's the center of the west after all. The resources should be no less than those in Shaanxi Province, but now they should be divided up by various forces."

"Let's do it step by step. We're not in a hurry."

"That's right."

The resources are only temporarily stored in the hands of others. After a period of time, the resources will enter the market due to various reasons. At that time, as long as they operate properly, they can still get what they want.

They don't have any extravagant dreams for top resources. They just want some relatively precious resources that will be traded in the market, similar to the regional doomsday specialties of [Chibao] in Tongchuan.

At that time, we can set some quotations for regional specialties and let wisdom control the broadcast.

"According to estimates, Ye Minglou's preparation time is one to two weeks. I personally prefer two weeks, because it is the New Year period now. If he suddenly leaves for a period of time, it will arouse the vigilance of some people."

"I don't know about that. Who knows if the protagonist will leave with the idea of ​​'I will be back soon' or 'I will just disappear for a day or two and will not be discovered'."

"This is quite difficult. There is no major change at present, and it is difficult for the protagonist to suddenly burst out with a strong fighting spirit."

"..."

The word "change" made Mo Wuqiu and Mu Huiyan silent. This possibility is a certainty. The first change was that night when the formation of mutants suddenly stopped relying on natural laws and began to refresh out of thin air, and the era of rapid mutation also began.

Several months have passed since that time. Many people have evolved from the ninth level to the sequence level, including Ye Yunhao from Gan Province. Although the number is still rare compared to the superpower group, it seems to be enough for some lives, especially in the eastern region.

So at this stage, there is an urgent need for a mutation to give birth to something that does not belong to the normal rules of this world, such as some doomsday specialties, special ethnic groups, and different spaces...

The four people have written various names on the whiteboard in the conference room. These things may only appear one or two in this incident, or they may all appear, but they have to make plans.

"By the way, will something like a different space really appear at this stage?"

Yan Suisui muttered while eating potato chips. It is too fast for different spaces and special ethnic groups to appear at this stage. The current strength of human beings is basically only a way to kill one thousand enemies and lose one thousand and two of their own.

“It will appear. There are always protagonists who need a chance that others can’t encounter. This thing can be hidden, but it will definitely appear. Otherwise,There is no other promotion channel. "

"I feel that the tribes that appear now should also be agglomeration settlements of the same race."

Li Yu put down the yogurt and interrupted. Hearing Li Yu's words, Yan Suisui tilted his head, his eyes were blank for a few seconds, and then he looked at Mu Huiyan silently, and Mu Huiyan immediately felt the faint gaze.

"Li Yu means that after the mutation of each race, it will gradually gather in a certain area to form a mutant tribe, but in essence the original race and category are not the same, it is just a temporary tribe, and it should be subdivided in the later stage."

"For the mutant monkey group, maybe there will be stone monkeys, demon monkeys and the like, and there will be some magical monkey tribes. Anyway, there will always be a doomsday story that ends with a fairy tale. ”

“Hahahahahahaha…”

The atmosphere became lively, and the four people listed the things and stopped thinking. Today is the New Year, and thinking about such things can be put aside for the time being. They also need to empty their minds and take a proper rest.

At the same time, in the territory of Shandong Province, on a peak of the famous Mount Tai, a young man in a black Christian monk's robe stood at the highest point of the mountain. He had a handsome face, with sharp eyes outlined upwards, a slight grin, and a faint white breath.

The Christian monk's robe was not white, but red. The pattern was cracked and irregular, like the pattern formed by multiple splashes of liquid on dry land.

He held a long knife in his hand, and the blade was twisted like a burning flame. The black and red liquid was turning into fire at this moment. The star fell from the blade and landed on the earth and rocks, making a little sound of cannons.

A pair of scarlet eyes revealed a subtle golden light. He grinned slightly, and his eyes revealed a kind of reckless madness. He turned around, and there was an object more than six meters high behind him. If you walk closer, you will find that it is a body that is broken or intact.

These bodies are very fresh, and the blood is still flowing out, making the man's steps a little sticky.

"No..."

A faint voice sounded, and the man lowered his head. Under the pile of corpses sat a disheveled person, and the man's hands were gone, and his torso was bloody. Even as she made a sound, you can see the organs and flesh in the torso vibrating.

"Hahahaha, no..."

"..."

"Boring. ”

The man squatted down with a crazy smile on his face, but he calmed down the moment he heard no other sounds. He waved the long knife in his hand, and the man's head was separated from the body. He threw it onto the six-meter-high pile of corpses.

"Sheng Yutong! You must live until I kill you, and don't die in the hands of others...hahahahahahahaha"

The man's laughter was full of madness, miserable and tearing sound, as if he was going to pull his vocal cords out alive. After this self-abuse laughter lasted for a full five minutes, his voice suddenly returned to normal.

"Five thousand more to go, lucky ones, wait for me..."

The long sword in his hand shook, and two black shadows appeared out of thin air. The black shadows sat on the pile of corpses, and in a few seconds they changed into the appearance of a man. When the black shadow appeared, the man had already disappeared on the mountain peak.

...

The first day of the New Year is called the first day of the New Year or the first day of the first lunar month in traditional culture, and this name will be called in order until the end of the first month, but most people only call it until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, and no longer call it in detail.

The four of them have different habits. Mo Wuqiu, Mu Huiyan and Yan Suisui like to call it the first month, and Li Yu likes to call it the big year. But no matter how to call it, in the past, in the past, the first five days are to visit with various people, even on the end of the day. This habit is indispensable.

"Happy New Year, Sister Bai."

"Happy New Year, why are the other three not here?"

"Sister Sui Sui can't show up, Lao Mu can't and has to watch at the reservoir, Li Yu went to the municipal government to visit other people, and I came to see Sister Bai."

"You're so touching, and you came to see me, a weak woman who was banished to the cold palace~"

Bai Meng made a little trick, and Mo Wuqiu also laughed, and the atmosphere became a lot more relaxed. The two chatted briefly, and before leaving, Bai Meng said something intentionally or unintentionally.

"Next, life will change."

"..."

The visits on the first and second days of the New Year were busy until very late. On the second night, it was almost twelve o'clock when the four of them finished sorting out their things.

Mo Wuqiu went to get a can of Coke and threw it up casually. Before it landed, the hour hand pointed to 12 o'clock.

“Bang!”

The coke fell to the ground, and the white moon turned into a scarlet red moon again.

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