This is apocalyptic

Chapter 140 139: Impression

The zombie sat on the roof, and to be honest, he didn't want to see the old lady die.

But what can a zombie do? He is 50% sure that he can take Lin Duoduo to such a faraway safe zone to gamble her life, but for Aunt Qian, this place has long become a burial place and her fate was determined many years ago.

If Lin Huayou and Uncle Cai hadn't died, and many people in the village had survived, they could have left together.

He jumped down from the roof with a thud, which scared Lin Duoduo so much that she turned around and looked at him in a daze.

She was so frightened that she forgot everything she had planned. She was stunned for a while and lowered her head. Then she raised it again and opened her mouth, but still didn't answer.

She was so angry that she put the helmet on the zombie and knocked it twice.

"Is it dangerous?!"

"not dangerous."

Zombies tell the truth.

The human was so angry that he hit the zombie's helmet twice.

Seeing the dumbfounded zombie king, Lin Duoduo took a deep breath, let the zombie go, and splashed water in the yard with a scoop.

Bai Xiao ran out. She didn't know what the zombie was going to do. He was always like a street urchin, wandering around when he had nothing to do. Maybe he would find something somewhere. After a while, he moved a small bed from some house in the village, put it in the main room, and spread the mat on the ground on it.

"It will be hot for a long time, so we can't lie on the ground all the time," said Bai Xiao.

There are insects in the village, that's unavoidable. There was a scorpion in his house. It would make a clicking sound when it walked at night. If you got stung while sleeping on the ground, it would hurt for a long time.

Lin Duoduo rubbed the zombie's face and suddenly remembered what she had forgotten when she was frightened. She turned and went to the vegetable garden in the next yard, where the climbing beans could be picked.

She was picking vegetables over there, and the zombie rubbed his hands, feeling distressed, "We can't eat it yet, right?"

“It’s ready to eat.”

“It’s still so small.”

"How big do you want it to grow?" Lin Duoduo picked a handful, washed it, put it on the chopping board, and washed her hands. This was the first time she ate something grown by zombies, so she had to take it seriously.

After all, the vegetables he grew could not be as long and plump as the greenhouse vegetables in his memory. Bai Xiao finally accepted this fact and washed his hands twice.

He was sticking his butt out there pulling weeds all day long. This year was just a preliminary attempt and he had no experience in many things. He would become more and more proficient in the future. The zombie planned to wait a few more days to see if there was any way to divert water from the river so that he could plant a large area of ​​grass.

At that time, there were dead and infected animals outside. He was self-sufficient, farming, fetching water, hunting, and building his own shelter.

On the lifeless ruins, a zombie is working hard.

Lin Duoduo didn't know what he was thinking, she just remembered the wild boar oil in winter. Although it had a strong fishy smell, it was delicious after all.

"It would be nice to get a fresh wild boar someday." She was talking about a fresh wild boar, not an infected one. Infected animals don't have much oil, and the meat is tough and hard, and it's impossible to make oil from it.

If we were to judge the level of gourmet food, zombie animals would be the worst.

But there are fewer and fewer fresh ones.

"It's not easy. A mad wild boar is okay." Bai Xiao said.

"Ugh."

Lin Duoduo sighed, added fuel to the stove, and suddenly said, "It seems that every year in the past few years is the best year in the future."

"So has every day that passed," said the zombie.

“That’s really bad.”

Lin Duoduo wiped the sweat off her hands, looked at the sweat stains on them, and asked, "Do you want to lick it?"

"Thank you, but it's not necessary." The zombie said expressionlessly.

"You don't have to be so restrained. You're going against your zombie instincts."

"The instinct of zombies is to bite, not lick. I should have stated that."

"I can't bite it, but a lick will satisfy me, right?" Lin Duoduo thought for a moment.

"When you smell, you are actually smelling the sweat on the clothes you are wearing."

"…That's right, but the way you described it makes it so disgusting."

"How do you describe that?"

"It's the human scent emitted by a white and soft young body." Bai Xiao said.

"That smelly, black, old man, aren't you still drooling over it?"

"Shut up, I don't want to talk to you."

The zombies moved away sadly. Life is already difficult enough for these barbarians, and they still hurt me every day.

In the movies, vampires also bite the white necks of blonde beauties with big breasts. I have never seen anyone licking his lips and biting Guo Degang.

Although they are both food and chicken legs in essence, there is a difference between honey chicken legs and charcoal-burnt chicken legs.

If he had to choose, Bai Xiao felt that he would rather bite Lin Duoduo's feet than bite a man's neck...

Being rational is actually not a good thing, as it can make you a picky eater.

Being a picky eater is a bad habit.

"I'm actually a picky eater zombie." Bai Xiao felt even sadder.

After eating two large bowls of meat, the Zombie King sat in the yard, listening to the sound of running water in the well. The food was washing itself.

"Come here." Lin Duoduo shouted from the other end.

"What?"

"I'll give you a flush."

Lin Duoduo had already put on her clothes and was holding the water pipe. Every time she flushed the zombies, she felt like a farmer washing the cows she raised at home.

The cool well water felt very comfortable when it rushed over her body, and the dryness disappeared immediately. Bai Xiao kept pressing the water in the well in his shorts, and she held the water pipe and poured water on him from head to toe. The zombie's body temperature was too high, and it was very comfortable to cool it down in this way.

"Don't shake your head!" Lin Duoduo warned.

The zombie shook its head and water droplets splashed everywhere, making her clothes wet.

Water gurgled from the reserved ditch to the outside of the yard. The humans in the yard held up water pipes to flush the zombies. After flushing for a long time, she shook her hands and sat down to rest.

"When I become a zombie, will you also use the hose to flush me like this?" she asked casually.

"If you want, I can also soak you in the vat all day and turn you into a pickled cabbage zombie," said Bai Xiao.

He suddenly remembered what Yu Ming said, to cut the zombies into bacon.

Lin Duoduo glanced at the large water tank in the vegetable garden next to her and pointed, "You can soak in it, too."

"It's more comfortable to soak in the river than in the water tank. I won't go because the water tank is too small."

The water tank was a bit cramped for Bai Xiao, but Lin Duoduo could enter it.

Lin Duoduo didn't want to go in either. Taking a shower was comfortable enough for her. She sat in the yard, lifting her wet hair.

After the apocalypse, I haven’t had such leisure time for a long time. It’s fun to hide in the corner of this mountain village with a zombie and spray him with a water pipe.

She remembered when she was very young, the gate of the yard was closed all day long, and she didn't have many opportunities to go out and hide from the zombies outside. In the summer, her family would dry a large basin of water in the yard, which would become warm after an afternoon of drying. Then her mother would use the water that was not so cold to give her a bath. She would sit in the basin with a rubber duck. In the apocalypse, a rubber duck was enough for her to play with for a long time. Finally, it would be picked up and wiped clean. She would fall asleep listening to the occasional sound of zombies banging on the door or roaring outside, and then it would gradually become quiet.

Those memories always come to my mind inadvertently. My mother is always wondering when rescue will come, while my father is wrapped up thickly and goes out with other survivors to look for supplies and rescue.

A vast white sky, a high courtyard wall, zombies wandering outside, and occasional roars.

This scene was very common in the past, but it left a deep impression on her.

(End of this chapter)