Xu Manna's disappearance was not worth mentioning in Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind. He knew from the beginning that this woman was not easy to deal with. However, Xu Manna had exposed her body to gain attention before the apocalypse, which was her own business. Shameless people were invincible, but in the apocalypse, even if she was shameless, she was no match for the arrogance of the evolutionaries. Therefore, Xu Manna was just a small character that was not worth paying attention to. The captain of the guards had also disappeared. He had taken away two rifles, more than 200 bullets and some supplies. These things were not in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. For a woman like this, even if she were to take off her clothes and kneel on the ground, he would not even look at her. The further he walked, the calmer his eyes became.
Maner did not see Zhang Xiaoqiang's attitude towards Xu Manna. She stood beside him and wanted to say something, but she did not know what to say. While she was hesitating, a guard's scolding came from outside, "Don't come over, go play somewhere else. If you disturb the master, you will all be driven out to starve to death..."
Hearing the scolding outside, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not pay attention, but the begging that came later made him want to go out and have a look. The begging was very young and weak, like a kitten. It was obvious that it was a child's voice. They begged the guard to see him from afar, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang curious. Since when did he become a star here? Why did he have his own fans?
Standing up and walking to the door, he saw a few clean children wearing clothes that did not fit them. They were standing by the fountain and looking at him. Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang coming out, they were scared and lowered their heads, not daring to move. The guard hurriedly came forward and begged Zhang Xiaoqiang, "They are just a few ignorant children. I am sorry for disturbing the master. I will go down and teach them a lesson. Master is kind, please let them go this time."
The soldier was originally an armed man of Iron Head. The children went ashore with Zhang Xiaoqiang yesterday. The two sides had no relationship. It could be seen that although the soldier had scolded these children before, he was actually a kind person. He was afraid that Zhang Xiaoqiang would be unhappy and vent his anger on the children, so he risked offending Zhang Xiaoqiang to plead for these children. Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his hand and waved gently to stop the soldier from pleading. Looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang's back, the soldier let out a long sigh and turned his head away. He could not bear to look at him anymore, but he saw Maner standing at the gate and staring blankly at Zhang Xiaoqiang's direction.
This group of children had just become sensible. Their ages ranged from six or seven years old to eight or nine years old. Boys and girls were mixed together. They wore similar clothes and had similar long hair, so Zhang Xiaoqiang could not recognize their specific gender. In front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, this group of children was like a mouse seeing a cat. They all shrank their necks and trembled nervously.
"Is it you who want to see me?
What's the matter? "
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know how to communicate with children. Ji Xiaocao was his goddaughter, and he was not very patient to communicate with her, let alone this group of little kids he didn't know at all. He had no choice but to use the authority of a father to talk to this group of children very sternly, which made this group of children even more afraid. Even the most courageous child was now trembling and didn't dare to move, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang very speechless. He waved his hand and said, "If there's nothing to do, then go play …"
This group of children suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, so he couldn't figure out why these children were looking for him. The guard carefully approached Zhang Xiaoqiang from behind and whispered to him, "It's all adults who taught them. They said that it was because of you that they didn't starve to death. This group of children wants to thank you, so they came to you themselves. They have seen children that no one wants, so they are very afraid of being driven away …"
Children's thoughts were the purest. Zhang Xiaoqiang took them in, gave them food to eat, and saved them from wandering outside, so this group of children were very grateful. They discussed privately to thank Zhang Xiaoqiang, but they didn't expect that after seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang himself, the little bit of courage that they had summoned with great difficulty disappeared without a trace. It made Zhang Xiaoqiang confused, but Zhang Xiaoqiang understood these children. They were originally Jiaojiao's babies. After the apocalypse, their living space was much narrower than that of adults. It was not easy for them to live until now, and they didn't have the ability to get food for themselves. Accepting Zhang Xiaoqiang's support made them more grateful to Zhang Xiaoqiang than adults. They would never pick up their bowls to eat and put down their chopsticks to curse at him.
The guard's explanation made Zhang Xiaoqiang think of another urgent matter. The people who lived the most difficult life in Shanghai were not the ordinary people who were treated as untouchables, but these powerless children. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know how many minors under the age of 12 were in Shanghai, and he didn't know how many minors were living on the streets. Mo Shaoyun had mentioned it before, but Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care about it. Now that the guard mentioned it to Zhang Xiaoqiang again, it made him think about it.
Even at the fringe of the city and the suburbs, the surrounding high-rise buildings were as dense as a forest. Below the high-rise buildings were low-rise bungalows. The lifespan of these houses was very short before the apocalypse. Whenever the city couldn't accommodate the expansion, the houses would be demolished. The owners of the illegal buildings would be able to make a fortune and give birth to the second generation of demolishers. Even if they couldn't be demolished in a short period of time, these houses could still be rented out to become the dwellings of the ant tribe, allowing them to find their own dreams in this kind of city. If they succeeded, they would walk into the city with their heads held high and become a member of the society. If they failed, they would bring their luggage back home dejectedly, and under the urging of their parents, they would find someone to marry and live the rest of their lives stiffly.
As Zhang Xiaoqiang walked between these bungalows, he could see that most of the houses were covered by crazy vines. From time to time, he could see piles of bones in the grass. The bungalows were like a large maze, it was easy to get lost in it. Even in the afternoon when the sun was scorching hot, one could still feel a gust of cold wind. It was too quiet, so strange that it made one's heart go cold. No matter which city he was in in his previous life, such a large bungalow area would always be noisy and noisy. But here, other than the dead silence, there was no life.
The various colored roofs and walls matched with the lush green plants, giving the place a peaceful atmosphere amidst the hustle and bustle. However, the silence made the atmosphere a little gloomy. Walking among the scattered bones, Zhang Xiao Qiang slowly savored the sorrowful atmosphere, but he did not have the intention to turn around and leave. After experiencing this atmosphere so many times, he did not lament as much as before. After living in the apocalypse for so long, he had gradually gotten used to the strange atmosphere.
He didn't know why he wanted to come to this barren place. Originally, Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to go out and see the surrounding environment. From afar, he could see the huge bungalow area. The bungalows and the skyscrapers formed a contradictory contrast. This contrast made the quiet city seem more lively. The city was the city of evolvers, so whose territory did the bungalow area belong to? Zhang Xiaoqiang's footsteps on the yellow grass on the road rustled.
Even though there wasn't much vegetation here before, after the apocalypse, the trees had almost become a forest. All sorts of strange trees grew on the empty ground, and even some houses had their roofs pierced by trees, with branches and leaves growing in the middle of the house. Everywhere the doors were opened, one could see the future of looting inside. There were also all sorts of discarded junk and clothes on the ground, occasionally you could see scattered rice bags, fallen oil pots, rusted pots and pans, and many other scattered valuables. These things were just thrown on the ground, obviously not treasured by the looters. In the end, it was too easy for them to get their hands on them, so they didn't care about it. If they were to snatch it from the hands of the zombies, perhaps many of the things would have been carefully kept.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know which force had looted this place. He didn't find any signs of living people, not even zombies. However, he could see three to five dead zombies. These zombies had their skulls smashed and were casually thrown to the side of the road, letting the weeds grow wildly. Walking on the quiet and messy long street, even Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a trace of desolation and gloom. It was as if he was the only person left in the world. A cool breeze blew from behind him. The open wooden window at the corner of the street made a creaking sound in the wind. The half piece of glass on the swaying window reflected the afternoon sun. This made Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes blur. Just as he slightly squinted his eyes, a shadow flashed in the corner of his eyes.
Zhang Xiaoqiang instantly turned his head. The shadow had already disappeared, leaving only the empty intersection. The shabby advertisement on the street was on the verge of collapse. The exquisite portraits of beauties had also faded in the dust, no longer smiling sweetly. Zhang Xiaoqiang suspiciously glanced at the street that had been swept clean by the wind. He secretly shook his head. In this kind of gloomy atmosphere, even he was a little suspicious.