In the wilderness next to the national highway, there was a group of survivors stationed here. It was not as chaotic as the refugees, but it was just a camp of more than a hundred people. But now, there was no trace of people in this place. The one hundred survivors had all become mutilated corpses on the ground. Blood was everywhere, and the corpses had been gnawed so badly that their original appearance could not be seen. Intestines and other filth were hanging on their bodies.
The ground was full of blood, and the stench was overwhelming.
When Jun Zhi and Zinchu came here, they saw the scene in front of them. In the distance, there were still Xing Ling and a few zombies gnawing on the remaining human flesh, but the best part of the meat had already been eaten.
"It happened about a day ago." Jun Zhi's voice sounded.
Zinchu rushed forward and chopped off the zombies' heads, while he ordered his twin brother, "How many places has it been?"
"The fifth place."
Jun Zhi replied faintly, "We can almost figure out the enemy's route, and we can catch up with them as soon as tomorrow."
"Yes." Zinchu replied softly. At this time, the remaining zombies had been killed by the little girl.
"But, sister."
Jun Zhi was a little hesitant, "The enemy has already looted five small human strongholds, and it seems that their combat power has increased these days. We can't estimate the number, and we may not be able to deal with them alone."
Zinchu flicked his wrist to shake off the black blood on the Tang sword, and said coldly, "Let's catch up first."
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"How is it?"
An old man with rough skin, yellow and black skin, and a kind face looked at Chu Han with expectation. He was holding a dirty plate with several pieces of pancakes on it, which were broken in several places.
"It's delicious." Wangcai answered for Chu Han.
"Hahaha, it's good that it's delicious. My cooking is passed down from my ancestors. It's just that I can't use it after the apocalypse."
The old man said with a smile, and the wrinkles on his face were very deep. Suddenly, he blinked his eyes, which were covered with a layer of dust, and said, "Why did your voice sound a little strange?"
"Oh, I talk while eating, of course my voice is strange." Chu Han answered casually, and looked at Wangcai who was eating on the table with a smile.
"That's true."
The old man nodded with a serious face. Then, he smiled brightly like a chrysanthemum and pushed the pancake in front of Chu Han. "There's more here. Eat more."
Chu Han glanced at the old man's skinny figure and accepted it with a smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." The old man quickly waved his hand. "I —"
"Hey!
Are you done yet?
I've been waiting for a long time! "
Suddenly a rude voice interrupted the old man's words, with a strong sense of threat: "If you don't work, I'll feed you to the zombies, you old thing!"
It was a small village. He was sitting on a big rock outside a mud house. In front of him was a wooden table with a broken leg. A snow-white rabbit was eating itself into a ball. Chu Han looked at the cold weather in the north. The snow on the ground had turned into a black muddy muddy ground. He was in a small village, and he was sitting on a big rock outside a mud house.
The door of the next mud house was closed, and there was warm air coming from the gap. It seemed that there was a fire inside. The person who just spoke was full of energy, and he had a high status in this small village.
The old man in front of him was 70 years old, and he was blind. He was wearing a short jacket that could not cover his forearms, and his exposed skin was frozen black. His pants were even thinner, and the shoes on his feet were broken, revealing his toes. He was so skinny that it seemed that he could be blown to the sky by the wind and snow.
He was very smelly, and his clothes were very dirty. His cooking skills were not as good as what he said. At most, the pancake was cooked.
"Shhh!"
Hearing the shouts of the people in the house, the old man hurriedly whispered to Chu Han, "Don't be discovered. You can eat these slowly, and I'll send the pancake to my son first."
"Okay." Chu Han replied with a smile, but his eyes were very cold.
After the old man entered the house, Chu Han looked at himself. He was wearing a long shirt, long pants, and a coat to resist the cold wind. There was not a speck of dust on his body, and his fingers were clean. He was wearing luxurious clothes, and he had crystals that were worth 20,000 credits. He also had a postmodern solar Wrangler in his dimensional space, and he had enough food to make everyone in the village crazy.
"Is that his son?" Wangcai did not know whether it was talking to Chu Han or it was just sighing.
"Yes, it's his son."
Chu Han repeated. He stood up and put Wangcai into his pocket, and then he walked towards the exit of the village.
He did not want to stay there for even a second, as he was afraid that he could not control himself and wanted to kill someone.
Not long after Chu Han left, a group of people in black robes suddenly came to the village. Twenty people in black robes covered themselves tightly, and when they stepped into the village, they caused a big commotion.
People closed their doors or packed their things as fast as they could, as they were good at it. In order to avoid zombies, these people often moved, and this small village was just a temporary place for them to live. Luckily, there was a place to live.
They did not know what a hybrid was, but they felt that it was an opportunity.
Some people had a plan in their mind, and they walked out of the house, and they were brave enough to greet the twenty people in black robes. The son of the old man who gave Chu Han the pancake was one of them.
He was about 40 years old, and he did nothing in his life. After the outbreak of the apocalypse, he followed a group of refugees. The reason why he brought his old father was that he wanted to have a free servant.
"Sir?"
The old man's son approached these people, squeezed through the competitors around him, and asked carefully, "Excuse me, are you here to pick us up?
Are you people from Shangjing? "
Shangjing Survivor Base was the place where countless people dreamed of going, and these refugees were also moving towards that direction. Even if many people died on the way, it could not stop their determination to enter the biggest base in China.
The leader of the hybrids took out a portrait from his pocket, and said in a sharp voice, "Have you seen this person?"
The group of people stared at the person in the portrait for a long time. The person in the portrait was a young man. The drawing was vivid and lifelike, and his expression was very realistic. Although his appearance was ordinary, his eyes were unforgettable. They carried a strong sense of desolation, and it was obvious that he was not someone to be trifled with.
Looking at the group of people shaking their heads, the twenty hybrids were a little annoyed. Since they had never seen him, then they would eat these people!
Just when the hybrids were about to take action, suddenly a trembling voice came from afar, "Son, did you see the young man sitting outside the house?
Where did he go? "
"Fuck!"
The old man's son cursed, and he ran back to the old man, and kicked him, "You old bastard!
Did you give my food to others again?
I will kill you! "
The old man was beaten until he held his head and squatted down. Every kick on his thin body seemed to break his bones. The hybrids who wanted to ask questions lost interest when they saw the old man's eyes were gray.
"Kill them." The order was given.