It was late at night and the camp was dark.

Zhao Ming opened the door tiredly, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up instant bread and drank some mineral water to satisfy his stomach.

I still haven’t found my brother today.

Their parents died young and they had no other relatives. They were sent to an orphanage when they were 6 years old, and the two brothers depended on each other.

Zhao Ming is the elder brother. He has always felt that he has the obligation to protect his younger brother. He will do what the younger brother does not want to do, and he will suffer the hardships that the younger brother does not want to endure. Zhao Ming considers himself not a good person. In order to live a better life, he will

He has done many wrong things.

But he firmly believes that he will be a good brother.

When the apocalypse came, the two brothers worked together to survive the initial crisis, found the survivor camp, and awakened powerful powers. Everything was getting better. Although life was harder than before the apocalypse, Zhao Ming felt that everything was getting better.

There is hope for all.

Qishan City is a big city with a permanent population of three million. Even though there are countless connections between people in modern society, no one knows them in this camp.

The key is, no one knows what kind of person Zhao Ming was before.

He was able to pretend to be as enthusiastic as his younger brother, and successfully infiltrated the special supplies search team.

Zhao Ming felt as if he had been reborn. Ordinary survivors respected him, his teammates trusted him, and his superiors took care of him. For a moment, even in the apocalypse, he felt as if he was in a honeypot.

A week ago, Zhao Minggang had just finished searching for supplies and went to help the captain attend a meeting. When he learned about the indifferent attitude of the tower owner at the meeting, he immediately felt that the opportunity to show off had come.

He pretended to be enthusiastic and expressed his dissatisfaction angrily. Firstly, he was testing the captain's attitude towards the tower owner, and secondly, he took the initiative to express his closeness.

——The main reason is that Zhao Ming understands Captain Zhang, who looks serious but is actually a good man. Even if he says bad things about the tower owner behind his back, as long as it conforms to logic and justice, it won’t be a big problem and he will get some care. ——

Care for young people.

This kind of care will be used by Zhao Ming to plan more interests for him - he often did this before the end of the world, pretending to be a little white rabbit, dumbfounded, and then showing his edge at critical moments to bite others hard.

Even if this apocalypse gave him a chance to be reborn, he would do it subconsciously. As long as he was not exposed, it would be a good protective color.

People with dark minds often make dark assumptions about others. Even if they accept good intentions, they will first assume that there is poison wrapped in honey.

Only his younger brother is his only weakness.

However, just when everything was looking good, bad news came - Zhao Li was missing.

Missing is a rather mild way of saying it. We learned from the guards that Zhao Li never came back after leaving the camp a week ago.

"You must have encountered a zombie. This is too common. Please express my condolences."

After learning the bad news, Zhao Ming suffered from rare insomnia.

He didn't care about any plans, but anxiously searched for Zhao Li's traces, even a little lost.

Teammates from the search team also came to help him, but found nothing.

A week has passed, and Zhao Ming is the only one who still believes that Zhao Li is not dead, and he is the only one who continues to search.

"It's impossible for my brother to die so easily, absolutely impossible!"

But now there is no clue at all. Zhao Ming's eyes are dark. He has asked almost everyone in the camp, even the black-robed messengers who can't speak and few people dare to approach...

"Tower Master!"

And the tower master! The tower master is so mysterious and powerful, he will definitely have clues!

In the darkness, a faint light shone in Zhao Ming's eyes.

......

Fang Nuo has been feeling a little irritable recently. The cultivation of the companion shadow demon is not going well. The integration of the corpse god particles requires modifications in many aspects. It will not be okay for a while.

Although it is hard to tell from his appearance, everyone around Fang Nuo knows that he is in a bad mood and dare not touch his bad luck.

——For example, Zhao Li, although this guy is simple, he is not stupid either. After drinking the chicken soup for a few days, he came back to his senses.

The progress of condensing the seeds of life has been delayed again, and Fang Nuo's attitude towards him is getting worse and worse.

"Within three days, if I see no progress, you can think about what you will look like in the future."

Zhao Li hid in the corner of the room, trembling. He knew what the tower master meant. If there was no progress, he would go to the experimental platform. Maybe Fang Nuo would be kind enough to let him choose the experimental project.

But he really can't do it. He has obviously tried very hard, but he just can't do it.

"Brother..." Zhao Li curled up, buried his head in his knees, and sobbed softly.

Since he was a child, his brother has been his protector. Now that he is facing the darkness alone, Zhao Li's mentality is close to collapse.

Every day he could see the tower master conducting experiments, and those horrific, bloody and twisted images would creep into his mind and gnaw at his sanity even if he closed his eyes.

Perhaps it is precisely this that has prevented Zhao Li from condensing his faith.

Fang Nuo observed Zhao Li through the picture provided by Dark Eye Seed and thought to himself. His original intention was to let Zhao Li undergo some training, but he did not expect that he would be so fragile and would collapse after just a little training.

"This experimental body is probably going to be scrapped. How about replacing it?"

At this moment, a message came from the Shadow Servant.

"Zhao Ming wants to see me? He said he has a treasure to dedicate to me?"

Fang Nuo was stunned for a moment and then had an idea.

"Let Zhao Ming come over later."

As for now, Fang Nuo decided to decorate the place first.

Outside the villa, Zhao Ming stood at the door, clenching his hands tightly and feeling extremely anxious.

"Will the tower master miss me? Can this treasure attract him?"

As a first-level superpower, Zhao Ming's status in the camp is not high. The highest level he can contact is his captain Zhang Yuhua, but he showed indignation in front of the captain just before.

Now it is impossible to go to the captain and ask him to take him to see the tower owner. Not only will the matter not be accomplished, but his own character will be destroyed.

He could only bring out a mysterious item he found while out searching, hoping to attract the attention of the tower owner.

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Zhao Ming stood outside the door for half an hour, feeling tormented in his heart, and the seconds seemed like years.

Finally, the shadow servant appeared at the door and motioned for Zhao Ming to follow him in.

On the way, Zhao Ming tried to talk to the shadow servant, but there was no response, as if he was just facing a puppet.

This cold imagination frightened Zhao Ming, and he did not dare to talk to him anymore. He just kept thinking about how to communicate with the tower owner.

At some point, the shadow servant stopped in front of a room and slowly opened the door.

Zhao Ming took a deep breath and walked in firmly.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few lights illuminating it. There was a desk facing the door. There were no extra items on the desk, only stacks of paper and pens.

There was a person sitting behind the desk writing furiously, and the other person was wearing close-fitting black armor, with his face even covered under an iron mask. He looked tall and had a cold temperament, and he revealed something about just standing there.

A strong look.

This man in black armor is much stronger than me!

Although the black-armored man was astonishingly imposing, Zhao Ming still recognized who was the real master in the room.

The person who buried his head in writing, the tower owner of the survivor camp!

In the eyes of the camp survivors, this tower owner is extremely mysterious and rarely interacts with people, but he should be a good person. After all, he has never done anything outrageous.

During Li Qun's reign, he required everyone to turn in tobacco and alcohol. There were also many delicious foods, pre-apocalyptic luxuries, and luxurious clothing. Whatever was delicious and useful, Li Qun wanted a share of the pie - you

If you don’t give it, he will just grab it.

Zhao Ming was also curious about the tower master. He just glanced at the man in black armor, then lowered his head and said hello to the tower master.
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