Chapter 168

Walking up the stairs into the subway station, there was nothing but a mess.

With the loss of power, the whole underground space is dark. Fortunately, Li Yunpeng and others are second-class evolutors. Although they can't see clearly, they can barely distinguish.

It is reasonable to say that since the subway has just been built and has not been put into use, there should not be many people below when the Apocalypse broke out, but a large number of footprints on the ground show that there are still human beings living here.

"Don't zombies come underground?" Ren Xiao asked.

Li Yunpeng thought, "I'm afraid they really don't come here. Underground blocking energy affects their evolution. Maybe out of instinct, they won't take the initiative to go underground."

"OK, let's go. I don't want to stay here for a minute."

In Li Yunpeng's heart, it's funny that Ren Xiao doesn't have claustrophobia. Otherwise, how can he be afraid of invisible things and dark closed environment. Knowing his weakness, I'll make trouble again. I'll shut him up in the dark room. I don't have to be honest for a long time.

A group of people along the tunnel to the East, on two directions, there is no possibility of getting lost.

"Brother Peng, you have to arrange for me to go back to barbecue this time." Walking in the middle of the team, Ren Xiao said.

Li Yunpeng had a headache. He didn't know how to remove the zombie threat in front of him. The grandson was heartless, but his temperament was normal. At the beginning, it was like hurting him to let him be a manager, for fear that he would be entangled in trivial matters and would not be free. Sometimes Li Yunpeng envies him for being alone.

"OK, you get two mutant animals. I'll let Xiao Hong do it and have a barbecue on the top of the mountain."

"What? Xiaohong? Your pretty girl? Forget it. I'll cook with Dezi. You can live with it. " Ren Xiao is afraid of trouble and women. When she listens to Xiao Hong, she shakes her head like a rattle.

"You don't know what to do. Dezi is the one who can rust stainless steel kitchenware. You two work together and one dares to eat."

"You don't understand. If it's a man, don't care about the details."

Li Yunpeng is a bit speechless. These two brothers are just like-minded.

"Stink?" Li Yunpeng sniffed, "do you smell anything?"

Other people smell it carefully and find it. It's from a maintenance channel. It's blocked by a wooden door outside. Li Yunpeng cuts the chain with a knife and pushes the door. It turns out that it's a pile of corpses.

"Lying trough, this... Was killed?" Ren Xiao said.

The corpses piled up at least two or three meters high, covered the whole passage and smelled rotten.

"It seems that there are many stories here!" Li Yunpeng said coldly.

He didn't stay too much. He closed the wooden door and then walked forward, groping in the dark. Ten minutes later, he approached the second platform, and there was a faint fire in front of him.

"Touch it."

Li Yunpeng is an expert in art. As long as he doesn't meet the third level zombie group, nothing can threaten him.

After turning a corner, the tunnel was piled up with debris, leaving a gap in the middle for only one person to pass through, burning pots on both sides, and two men with earth guns on one side.

"Stop, toll!"

One of them, seeing that Li Yunpeng and others were not afraid, held out a hand and said.

"Tolls?" Li Yunpeng was a little puzzled. He had to pay the toll without asking the way.

"Oh, I..."

When Ren Xiao heard that he had collected tolls, he received a group of second-class top evolutionists, and he was about to turn his face.

Li Yunpeng pulled him behind him and asked with a smile, "what is the toll?"

"Don't you pretend to be stupid with me? How dare you run around without knowing the rules of the dungeon?" The man raised the muzzle of the gun and said that the threat was beyond words.

"Brother, please make it clear." Li Yunpeng took out a bag of chocolates he had with him.

The man saw Li Yunpeng go on the road and put the chocolate into his pocket. He looked a little more relaxed. "As soon as you see, you haven't come out. The toll is grain. Our 18 stations in the underground city are divided into 18 strongholds, and we have to pay the toll of a kilo of grain when we pass each other."

Li Yunpeng then understood what was going on. He took out a bag of compressed biscuits and said, "do you think this is OK? 270 grams, but high energy, long storage time. "

The man's eyes brightened, compressed biscuit is a good thing, don't look at this, for two kilograms of grain are more than you, he came closer and said in a low voice: "brother, did you get it on it? Any more? "

"Yes, there are, but the number is not much, so dozens of bags are divided by brothers one by one."

"Hey, hey." The man's face was full of smiles. "If you do this, more than 40 people give me 20 bags of compressed biscuits, it will be a toll."

"No problem." Li Yunpeng winked. The squadron leaders took out 22 bags of compressed biscuits from their backpacks and handed them to this person. "Brother, here are 22 bags. I'll ask you something. The extra two bags will be hard work."

"Ha ha, my brother, you are so bright, just ask." After hearing this, the man said with a smile that although he had a gun in his hand, he didn't want to offend people to death. He would stop when he saw the good.

"In fact, it's nothing, brother. Just give me a brief introduction to the underground city."

"Hey, what was my question at that time? You asked the right person. If you want to talk about the 18 strongholds of the underground city, there is nothing more familiar than Lao Yang."

"At the beginning of the doomsday, many people took refuge. It's strange to say that these zombies never took the initiative to go underground, so there were people coming down from above."

"The underground space is so big. It's slowly occupied by some old organizers. Our base is the 16th base controlled by Taoge. We have a strong army under our hands. Every base has a passage to the top, so people who want to go to different areas of the city to collect materials have to flee back and forth, just like you. Do you understand?"

Li Yunpeng was stunned to hear that, as he thought before, different environments create different ways of life.

"I came by a passage full of corpses. What's that?"

Lao Yang said with indifference: "some of those people dare not go outside to collect things and starve to death. Some of them are killed because of the stronghold conflict. Anyway, the dead people in the underground city are there. They have to deal with them centrally. No, the space is closed and can't be burned. It's hard to smell if they don't deal with them."

"Ah, I said, brother, you asked too many questions about these two bags of compressed biscuits. If you ask again, you'll have to increase the price." Lao Yang said.

"Ha ha ha, I just finished asking. See you later." Li Yunpeng said.

Lao Yang was stunned. He was ready to stretch out his hand. Was he finished? But now that Li Yunpeng has said it, he can't stop it any more. He just looks at the back of the crowd and turns his eyes.

Walking another hundred meters into the door, the narrow space is full of people, and the two sides of the rail are in chaos. Most people lie numbly, with some paper shell rags under them. Then they walk in, and some tents appear near the platform. They are rare "luxury houses" in the underground city.

On the platform, there are many armed guards standing on the edge, which should be the private territory of the stronghold.

Li Yunpeng is hesitating whether or not to go up, the guard at the edge of the platform suddenly raises his head and gives way to a passage.

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