"Galuo, do you have a skill, what, the short bow shoots fast? I *@#&&!"

"Liu Bei, Daji, what are you doing in the wilderness? What, you two are dating? Then I wish you two dogs and men happy to break up!"

"Sun Ce, you are on the road to buy a house, can't bear to support you, bastard..."

From the beginning of the game to the present, Qin Hao has never stopped making complaints.

Qin Hao really regretted it. When choosing people, he chose a support with little output in order to take care of the overall situation. As a result, the other four people were more exotic than the other, and they all played their own roles without cooperation at all. Qin Hao suspected five people. They are not playing the same game.

Sure enough, he was pushed to the door of the house by the opposite side after a while. Seeing that it was about to be demolished, the game screen suddenly stopped moving.

At this time, a prompt popped up on the phone screen, and the network was terminated.

Several other people in the hall also discovered this problem.

"There is no Internet, and the phone cannot be made. This can be done, the police and the army can still find us!" said a girl with a long ponytail and a youthful atmosphere all over her body.

At this time, a young man with short hair proposed to leave a distress message in places where the outside world can easily see, such as tempered glass windows and roof platforms, to facilitate the rescue of the army.

The others thought that this method was good, so they looked at Qin Hao and wanted to seek his advice.

Qin Hao said indifferently, "You don't care about me."

Everyone started to act, and the power was cut off after a while.

Everyone was worried again, Qin Hao still sat on the chair, but his eyes fell on the direction of the back kitchen.

"The fat chef is a very good helper, but I don't know if he can come out of despair."

The impact of the end times on human psychology is absolutely beyond the pictograms of many people. At the very beginning of the end times, people will still have a fluke, hoping that the police or the army can come to rescue them, but as time goes by, they will slowly realize the rescue. Nothing exists at all.

At this time, many people will be desperate. Coupled with the tragic deaths of relatives and friends, many people will have a nervous breakdown, either becoming crazy or mentally ill.

Only a very small number of people can make it through, but even among these very few people, there will be many psychological distortions.

Qin Hao couldn't remember how he managed to survive the period of time he had just traveled through, but Qin Hao did not want to recall the experience of that period of time until now.

The feeling of pain and despair is like someone hollowing out his heart little by little with a spoon.

Qin Hao turned on the phone and checked the time. At 4:30, Qin Hao stood up and decided not to wait anymore.

At this moment, the fat chef walked out of the back kitchen.

"Can you teach me **** these monsters? I want to kill all these **** and avenge my family."

Qin Hao nodded, "Of course, I will teach you to move the gas tank to the top of the building first."

The fat chef didn't ask what he was going to do, so he turned to the back kitchen and took two gas tanks and walked to the top of the building.

Qin Hao turned his head and said to the men who were writing and drawing on the window: "Girls can do that kind of thing. You guys can join in the fun, go to the back kitchen and pick up some bags of flour."

One of the few people, wearing earrings and heavy makeup, came out of the talent show, and suddenly said, "Why don't you go?"

Qin Hao commanded a million soldiers and ruled tens of millions of people. He had never been questioned like this before, and for a while, he would not know how to answer.

Others did not act upon seeing this, as if they wanted to watch the show.

The old order has collapsed, and the new order has not been established. At this time, everyone wants to gain a dominant position and put themselves in the safest position.

Niang Pao's words were questioning, rather than challenging Qin Hao's authority.

As for whether this was the wish of Niang Pao herself, or being used as a gun, Qin Hao, who has always hated fighting people for power and profit, didn't want to know at all.

Since I want it so much, I'll give it to you. Anyway, my goal is to escape from this conscious world and take care of the lives of those of you who don't exist in reality.

After thinking about this, Qin Hao didn't bother to talk nonsense any more, did it himself, and lifted flour to the top of the building.

Fortunately, the buildings in the pedestrian street are generally not high, only three floors, otherwise it is really enough for Qin Hao to drink a pot.

As soon as Qin Hao moved a large bag of flour to the roof platform, he saw the female cashier and the eye-eyed man walking up with a bag of flour together.

Both of them had witnessed how Qin Hao killed zombies. They naturally knew how powerful Qin Hao was. They knew that if they wanted to live, they absolutely had to hug Qin Hao's thigh.

Of course, it is also very important to stand in a timely manner. Helping Qin Hao move the flour is the most powerful statement.

And Qin Hao was also very happy to have someone to help. One less bag would be one bag. After all, his current physical strength was really bad, and he just took two bags and got caught.

After Qin Hao moved in for a while, that mother-in-law made a moth again.

At that time, Qin Hao was lying on the roof of the building to observe the situation on the street by taking a break.

"It's only more than an hour, and even the shadows of living people can't be seen in the whole street. The blood vine is a real cow!"

Qin Hao was sighing, the female cashier hurried up to tell Qin Hao that they were not allowed to move, and the fat chef had to hand over the key to the warehouse.

Qin Hao scratched his head irritably, "Grandma's, I didn't feel that annoying when I founded Noah City."

When Noah City was established, although the number of people was large, everyone's enthusiasm was moving in one place, and everyone was happy. Although the work was hard, people were happy.

Now in this small restaurant, there are only ten people, but each has its own thoughts and plans.

Things haven't been done much yet, and a lot of hindrances emerged from behind. Qin Hao is not annoyed by such meaningless internal friction.

If it had been in this situation before, Qin Hao would definitely jump into a rage, and immediately went down and beat those people fat.

However, the manager had experienced Qin Hao, who had experienced too many lives and deaths after the battle of Chang Qinghe, and he gained a sense of calmness and restraint.

Qin Hao got up and patted the flour on his clothes, and walked downstairs.

After arriving all the way, Qin Hao saw that Niang Pao was blocking the kitchen door to prevent the fat chef from entering.

Everyone was a little excited, pushing each other, feeling that they could fight at any time.

Although the fat chef was burly in shape, he couldn't hold on to the crowds on the other side. Seeing that the fat chef was going to suffer, a knife suddenly flew into the crowd, and it was nailed to the door frame with a beating.

When everyone saw this scene, they all swallowed their saliva and calmed down, randomly looking in the direction where the knife flew.

Qin Hao was standing at the top of the stairs, looking at everyone with a grin.

The girl glanced at the short-haired guy next to him, and said to Qin Hao: "You just came here. Let's discuss the distribution of supplies."

How clever Qin Hao was, he immediately saw from the little movements of the mother gun that the real master was the short-haired guy with a lot of ideas.

Qin Hao didn't have any ink marks, and asked the short-haired guy directly, "How do you want to divide?"

The short-haired guy didn't hide it anymore, and replied decisively: "Of course it is evenly distributed according to the number of people!"