This is apocalyptic

Chapter 200 199: Berserk Mode

"what is that?"

Lin Duoduo saw the medicine he brought back and thought it was vitamins or something.

Bai Xiao said: "It is a special medicine used in the old days to enhance the relationship between husband and wife."

"Oh?"

“I haven’t figured out what it’s for yet.”

"Try trying it!" Lin Duoduo looked at him with interest.

"You can't eat this! You'll get horny after eating it."

Bai Xiao put it away and hid it. There was no good scene to use it in for the time being - scavenging is just like fighting monsters and picking up junk.

The backpack is full of broken things. If you say they are useful, they are taking up space there. If you say they are useless, it would be a pity to throw them away. It seems that they can indeed be useful occasionally.

It always seems useful but is actually useless. That's how the pile of junk in Lin Duoduo's yard came about.

In her years of scavenging, she would pick up anything she saw that she thought might be useful and take it home.

"I have the same bad habit as you."

The zombie reflected on himself. He had once laughed at this human for picking up a bunch of broken things and putting them at home.

Lin Duoduo said: "This is a good habit. As long as you think it can be used and there is space in the car, take it back. Who knows, maybe you will need it someday?"

"For example?" Bai Xiao asked. In his impression, few of Lin Duoduo's junk were of any use.

"For example, a zombie." Lin Duoduo said.

"..."

Bai Xiao was speechless. He opened his mouth and closed it again, and finally pinched her butt hard.

Lin Duoduo glared at him angrily.

"These junk sometimes have a counterproductive effect." Bai Xiao shrugged and produced a gold ring in his hand.

This was also picked up from the bedside table.

Lin Duoduo didn't understand why zombies liked gold so much. When she saw an old zombie wearing a gold necklace on the road, she would snatch it away from him...

Compared to picking up rags, this is a real bad habit. Gold is gold. It cannot be eaten or drunk. It will be left there and will not be used for ten or twenty years.

"Do you want?"

"No." Lin Duoduo lowered her head and knitted a big sweater. She was not interested in the gold.

Bai Xiao said: "Very good, you are a woman who does not worship money."

Lin Duoduo said: "You are a money-worshipping zombie."

"You are a barbarian."

The zombie kept the gold ring as a collection. If possible, he wanted to build a large gold-inlaid coffin.

The end of the world is coming.

If there is hope in the future, and humans reproduce again, and the golden coffin is unearthed during archaeological excavations, it will be a headache for future archaeologists and tomb robbers.

How could a product of the zombie era have a big golden coffin?
It would be even more interesting if Lin Duoduo died in the coffin.

An unknown woman with a respected identity was buried in a golden coffin in the zombie era, so various speculations continue.

"It's a pity that the zombies are all old, otherwise I would enslave them and build a pyramid."

"Tyrant, overthrow you."

“It’s actually pretty nice to pick up these little gadgets.”

The zombie rummaged in his trouser pocket again and took out a hairpin with a beautiful shape. He stood behind the human and fiddled with it.

After fiddling with it for a while, he gave up because he didn't know how to use it. "Won't it prick your legs?" Lin Duoduo was surprised that he took this thing out of his trouser pocket.

"Put it in your pocket upside down."

"Ok."

Lin Duoduo took it and spread her hair out neatly, then tied it up, put a hairpin in it, and let it spread out again when she let go.

“I don’t know how to use it either,” she said.

The zombies and humans stared at each other, then sighed and continued rummaging in their pockets.

Lin Duoduo stopped knitting and tilted her head to see what else he could take out of his trouser pocket.

The zombie clenched his fist from his pocket and put it in front of her.

"What is this?" she asked.

"Open it and take a look." Bai Xiao said.

She opened it upon hearing that, and the zombie opened his hands to reveal nothing.

"boring!"

Lin Duoduo curled her lips.

This zombie is so bad.

How come there are such zombies in the world?

"I saw some small toys and wanted to bring them back for you, considering that you occasionally get in heat, but I was too depressed to do anything."

"If you dare to bring it back, I will stuff it into your mouth." Lin Duoduo said coldly.

"See, I knew it."

While the zombie was teasing her, he was still thinking about where the little pill could be used.

If you are in a mountain village, it would be of some use. You can feed the rabbits you catch to your descendants, and you can drink the broth from any rabbit you catch.

"Maybe when you encounter a crisis, grabbing a handful and throwing it into your mouth can stimulate your fighting power and turn on the violent mode."

What a terrible use of it.

He went out and continued to move between the buildings, up and down. When he passed by the room where zombies were locked up in the opposite building, Bai Xiao did not move. It was nice to be a neighbor.

It didn't fall down early like the zombies that had been wandering outside at the beginning. It was not easy for it to survive until now. Even if it was not cleaned up, it might not live for a few more years.

Leaving them trapped in the house, they would die in their own home, which was much better than the wild zombies who couldn't find their way home. A few zombies on the street fell down.

There are also the corpses of survivors in the building, as well as suicide notes left behind, which record every detail of the disaster. These are good things. For the Zombie King and Lin Duoduo who did not experience that time, they have some understanding of what happened back then. These are documents from twenty years ago. Unlike Lin Huayou and others who escaped from the city, this is seen from the perspective of the survivors trapped in the building.

In the room next to the corpse, there is another trapped zombie, who looks like a family.

After placing the dried bones downstairs, ready to bury them together, Bai Xiao felt a little regretful - this was a living human being back then, and yet he was not bitten.

He soon realized that this kind of 'pity' was wrong. It was better to die as a human being than to be trapped in a building and become an old zombie, or to wander outside and collapse in the wind and sun.

Lin Duoduo was obviously interested in bringing back the survivor records from twenty years ago. She and Bai Xiao worked together to decipher the blurred handwriting on the yellowed and fragile paper.

[On x month x day, I am now in Building B4 in Phoenix City. There are zombies all downstairs, and there are also many in this building. Yesterday I ventured upstairs to find some food. I was lucky and found a lot of noodles. But the natural gas supply has stopped. There was an explosion in the distance. I could see the flames at night. I had to use an open flame to cook something. This is very risky. I hope the zombies will not follow the smoke to find people.]

"Building B4, is that over there?" Lin Duoduo looked at the building diagonally opposite.

"Yeah, that's it."

"Zombies don't recognize smoke."

"So he was lucky and didn't get infected and turned into a zombie in the end."

[On x month x day, I regretted not running out with those people at the beginning. Compared to running out, I thought waiting for rescue was the best way. They thought it was right for everyone to go out together.]
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