An hour later, in a dirty and dark alley on the north side of Qingshan Life Town, Ling Tian was wrapped in a thick cotton jacket and walking on the snow with his head lowered. His worn boots stepped on the snow, making a constant "creep" sound.

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Ling Tian lives in Tongzi Building at the end of a small alley. Although the environment is very poor, the price is cheap, 160 yuan a month.

Ling Tian has been living in a homeless place since he left the orphanage at the age of 12 and left the society. If he had money, he would live in small hotels, tube buildings, and low-rent houses.

If it’s hot in summer and you don’t have money, find a bridge or threshold, wrap up your clothes tightly and close your eyes for the night.

In the dark alley, Ling Tian took two steps and came to a dirty glass window and knocked on it.

"Wow~"

The glass window was pushed open, and inside a greasy middle-aged woman was eating melon seeds and watching a TV series.

"What do you want?" the woman asked without raising her head.

"Are there any lunch boxes?"

The design of the glass windows of the shop is very unreasonable and the location is low. Ling Tian is tall and can only speak while hunching down.

"The lunch box... let me take a look!" The woman lowered her head, revealing her oily scalp: "Yes, there are two left, one with roasted eggplant and one with spicy and sour shredded potatoes. Do you want it?"

"How did you sell it?"

"Three yuan a box, free pickles."

"Two boxes cost five yuan, sister. It's so late and it's hard to sell the rest." After saying that, Ling Tian bent over and handed a five-dollar note into the small window.

"Okay, you can take it." The fat woman was not stingy. She took the money and bagged the lunch and handed it out. Then she closed the small window and continued watching TV series.

After taking the things, Ling Tian straightened his back and walked deeper into the alley with his lunch box in hand.

After entering the Tongzi Building, Ling Tian started to climb up the stairs. He lived in the attic on the top floor, not for any other reason than that it was cheap.

This kind of house is cool in winter and hot in summer, and is always surrounded by rats and mosquitoes. But for people like Ling Tian, ​​just having a roof to protect them from wind and rain is already a blessing.

The stairs in Tongzi Tower were also very narrow. They were small wooden ladders half a meter long and one inch wide. They were short and steep. Ling Tian hunched over and turned sideways, "Creak! Creak!" as he climbed up the stairs.

There are many residents in the building, and almost every floor is occupied. These days, everything is in short supply, except for the poor.

There were originally two households on the first floor, but after the second landlord took the right to use the house, they directly separated the windows on the first floor with simple soundproof boards and rotten newspapers.

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching "squeak" sound, Ling Tian slowly climbed up to the seventh floor step by step. Since the seventh floor was an attic, he was the only one who lived there.

After unscrewing the door, Ling Tian returned to this small home that he had not returned to for five or six days. The dark air was filled with the smell of dust.

A wooden bed, a table, a broken cabinet with peeling paint on the corners, and a thin quilt were all Ling Tian's belongings.

Although it is shabby and the family is surrounded by walls, it is still a family.

Ling Tian stood in the middle of the room, lowered his head slightly and began to take off his clothes. He didn't dare to stand up straight for fear of touching the 20-watt dim light bulb on the roof. That's how poor people are. No matter how tall you are, life is full of problems.

It makes you unable to lift your head or straighten your waist.

Ling Tian took off his cotton hat and took off his heavy cotton jacket. He took it off a dead body when he returned. It was long enough, thick enough, and 70% new. This piece of clothing would be a good helper for Ling Tian in the winter.

Taking off his thick cotton-padded jacket, Ling Tian took off the four-eyed dragon hanging on his body and the two boxes of cans tucked under his armpits.

Unfasten the dagger hanging from the belt and the small waist bag hanging close to your waist.

After taking off his equipment, Ling Tian took some water and washed himself briefly.

Then he took out a small electric pot from the cabinet. This was Ling Tian's only cooking utensil. Ling Tian used it to cook food on weekdays.

After adding a little water to the bottom of the pot, Ling Tian sat on the ground, pulled open the bag, poured the two box lunches inside, took out two more cans, neatly cut the seals with a knife, and poured out the canned meat inside.

Got into the pot.

After a simple heating, Ling Tian turned off the small pot, stirred it with an iron spoon, and then started eating.

In the past few days in the infected area, Ling Tian had not eaten many good meals, so the food was extremely delicious.

Ling Tian has had a huge appetite since he was a child, otherwise he wouldn't have been living in poverty even at the age of 20. Most of the money he earned with his head tucked into his waistband every day went into his stomach. Ling Tian loved to eat, it was delicious, and he was still greedy.

When he was a child, he begged for food on the street. Other children had to eat every day. Ling Tian couldn't do that. He asked for food during the day and had to dig out a trash can in the back street of the restaurant at night, otherwise he would be too hungry and unable to sleep.

Therefore, the children who were begging for food nicknamed him "Bottomless Pit".

Because as long as it was food, no matter what kind of leftovers or leftovers, Ling Tian stuffed it into his mouth, his mouth was like a bottomless pit, frantically absorbing all the nutrients around him.

I came back from the infected area and made money, so I didn’t gamble, go whoring, or smoke.

First, I went to the cake shop in town and bought two kilograms of bulk Oreos. They were bought in two flavors, pure cream and dark chocolate. One bite at a time. The more you chew, the more delicious they become.

Otherwise, they would eat mutton-boiled, with a steaming copper pot and a plate of six liang of fresh mutton. Ling Tian could eat four plates by himself, and after finishing the meal, he would have to order another portion of hand-made noodles.

Ling Tian loved beef and mutton the most. Before his mother died, she specially cooked beef and mutton for him. Ling Tian always remembered what his mother often said: "Men, eat more beef and mutton. Eating beef and mutton will make you stronger!"

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After finishing the meal, Ling Tian pushed the pot aside without washing it. What he ate this time will determine how the rice will taste next time.

Burping, Ling Tian took out the purple crystal he got from Hedgehog Head, opened the window of the room, leaned out half of his body and took out a small box from the window sill above.

Opening the box, there were three identical energy amethysts inside, which Ling Tian had accumulated over the years while working hard in the infected area. For some reason, this purple crystal had an inexplicable attraction to him.

Therefore, on ordinary days, as long as there is a chance to obtain this kind of purple ore, Ling Tian will never miss it and try his best to get it.

The scientific name of this kind of purple crystal is energy amethyst. It is commonly called amethyst ore among the people. It is also called "stone" in the slang of rivers and lakes. It is a special ore that was discovered and mined after the outbreak of the zombie crisis.

This mineral is of no help to ordinary humans, but it has indescribable benefits for another special group.

And this group is the "Dragon Warriors"!

Speaking of dragon warriors, Ling Tian silently rolled up his sleeves, revealing the black scales on his left arm.
Chapter completed!