webnovelfull Chapter 737
Chapter 737
"Think about it!" Song You chased out and said urgently, "What territory do you have to fight against Babatu's Shelter No. 5?"
Shen Bei turned his head slightly and patted Xiao K's shoulder.
"Grass!"
Song You's tone lacked any warmth for his old friend. He spoke directly, with a focus on efficiency and the coldness of the adult world: "What the hell can a living dead person be capable of?"
"Even if it's occult, what level is it? It's useless!"
"Is it true that the more others persuade you, the more excited you become?"
Song You's words were already quite impolite.
In his opinion, Shen Bei was like a stupid donkey, extremely stubborn.
Totally brainless!
No.
The brain is there, otherwise it wouldn't be able to replicate deep space technology.
All I can say is...arrogant!
Yes, this word is the most accurate to describe Shen Bei.
"Am I not strong?"
Shen Bei was very serious when he said this, and then he deliberately showed an unfathomable smile.
Song You was anxious, and his expression suddenly became gloomy.
: "Is there any difference between an ant and a strong ant?"
Shen Bei raised his eyebrows and asked sincerely, "Okay, let's imagine a scenario where one of our family members is kidnapped, either Xiao K or Lina, and the mastermind behind this has created a situation where unless we kill each other, they will kill your family, and you can't seem to find a good way to resolve the situation. What would you do?"
Song You was confused and had to hide his wise look. He curled his lips and said nonsense: "Assume it doesn't exist."
"Let me tell you my answer." Shen Bei's dark eyes flashed with a hint of teasing, and his tone was slightly teasing: "Then kill each other."
"So decisive?" Song You asked in surprise.
"You should be decisive. Don't hesitate. Don't worry about it. When you find an opportunity, chop off the other person's head."
Shen Bei continued without hesitation: "Then the survivors will avenge the dead."
"Regardless of the situation where you killed me, if I killed you, you wouldn't hate me?" Song You asked doubtfully.
"Sometimes you have to be cruel to yourself," Shen Bei said, "and learn to accept sacrifice."
As Song You stared in amazement, Shen Bei and Xiao K had already jumped out of the RV, and the two figures gradually walked away...
Only then did he seem to understand Shen Bei's assumption.
The whole thing can be summed up in one sentence: death is not scary, what is scary is that death is meaningless.
How to die and for whom to die is definitely a question worth discussing.
Song You turned his head and looked at Lina who was standing beside him.
He looked dazed for a moment.
Song You stood on the RV.
He looked at the sky. It was early morning and two-thirds of the sky had turned tile blue, and the fiery red of the other third was gradually dissolving.
He sniffed and looked into the distance.
Shen Bei's steps were steady.
Little K was like a newborn baby, walking unsteadily, and Shen Bei had to support him from time to time.
Song You could still see Shen Bei scratching his head in confusion, as if he didn't understand Xiao K's body movements.
"Dad, Xiao K..." Lina held the meat strips and chewed them, but the words came to her lips but she didn't finish them.
Song You turned his head to look at the missing hair on Lina's skull, and put on a knitted hat picked up from the ruined city for her.
Covering it up like this, it turns her into a naughty "young woman"
"Yeah, you also feel it?" Song You did not answer directly.
"There are many cold winters in the North." Lina blinked her shining eyes.
Song You sighed, "Alas. It's not quiet."
"Uncle is leaving just like that?"
"He..." Song You took a deep breath, as if to quickly calm the waves in his heart, and then said with a smile: "He thought he was a free bird, but he never realized that the earth was a prison."
Lina turned to look at Song You. With her current IQ, she completely couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence.
But many years later, Song You admitted that his vision was too low at that time.
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The sound of the whistling wind was like the howling of ghosts and wolves. The vast wilderness had become completely dark. Only a little blood-red left by the setting sun on the horizon left a trace of cruel beauty in this world.