This is apocalyptic

Chapter 42: Remove corpse spots with medicinal wine
Zombie decay is closely related to food.

Bai Xiao wanted to look in the mirror.

The labor intensity has been very high these days, repairing the shed and cleaning the yard. I wonder if there have been any special changes.

The mirror that Lin Duoduo had found for him had shattered into pieces when the shed collapsed.

"Do you still have a mirror in your room?"

"Yes, what about the one I gave you last time?"

"Broken."

After hearing what Bai Xiao said, Lin Duoduo took a look at the shed that had become much smaller, stood up and went to look for it in the house.

I searched for a long time but couldn't find it. Mirrors are not a rare resource, and I never took them back when I saw them. Now I only have a big one on the wardrobe.

Lin Duoduo came out of the house and said, "Tomorrow when you go to work next door, look for it in the old house. It should be there."

"Ok."

After eating, Bai Xiao washed his bowl. It was time to change the medicine. The wound on his hand was scabbing and not as stiff anymore. The zombie virus had defeated the animal infection.

He picked up a few pieces of grass and handed them to Lin Duoduo for help.

"It's become a little wilted after being left for a few days and can't be moved." explained the Zombie King.

Only fresh grass can be pounded in the jar; the wilted ones should be chewed.

Lin Duoduo took it and washed the dishes while chewing, then signaled Bai Xiao with her eyes.

Bai Xiao opened his hands subconsciously, and she tilted her head and spit it out.

Bai Xiao's expression looked like he was constipated. Both Lin Duoduo's actions and the appearance of the herbs at this moment were a bit too bad.

"I think it would be much better if you put it in your hand and then pass it to me."

"There are so many things to do. It's so fussy."

Lin Duoduo would never indulge the Zombie King. "Next time, go outside and pick fresh ones and pound them yourself. You already know him anyway."

Bai Xiao carefully applied the medicine to the wound and said, "After changing it today, it will probably scab over tomorrow, so there's no need to change it again."

"So fast?"

Lin Duoduo peeled off the medicine he had just applied and took a look, exclaiming, "You recovered so quickly!"

Bai Xiao had no choice but to re-bandage it.

All of this is so absurd, with a kind of makeshift beauty. Even if you are not a zombie king, you should be more serious and professional when using herbs to treat people's injuries. In the past, TV shows were all about exquisite pestles and careful treatment.

Instead of, haha... tui! Just treat the wound, and then force it open to take a look.

Fucking apocalypse.

It was getting dark.

Bai Xiao was very tired, so he stayed under the shed, looking at the darkening sky in the distance.

Lin Duoduo took advantage of the fact that the night had not yet completely fallen and she could still see things clearly, so she sat on the doorstep and chopped bamboo. The bamboo strips left over from last time were not enough, so the basket that Bai Xiao carried should be bigger.

"Leave it to me to chop, you just go and rest." Bai Xiao said.

"This isn't a hard job. You still have to weed tomorrow."

Lin Duoduo said casually, without stopping her hands, very skillfully, until the night enveloped the land, she stopped, put away her tools, put them aside, and went into the house.

After a while, he came out again, rinsed his feet with water from the well, and went back to his room to sleep.

Bai Xiao found it hard to imagine how she had survived all these years in such an environment.

No wonder that when he saw a zombie that was still sane, he was pulled back by a tricycle.

The next day was not so hot and the sky was a little cloudy.

Bai Xiao continued to level the yard next door, and several scorpions crawled out from under the stone slab in the corner of the yard.

When he was about to beat them to death, he stopped and asked Lin Duoduo if she had any use for them. Sure enough, Lin Duoduo ran over with chopsticks and picked them all up. In the morning, she found three big ones and five small ones.

"Soak it in wine. If you get bit by a poisonous insect, you can rub it on it and it will heal quickly! After all, there is no medicine. Sometimes it may save a life."

Lin Duoduo washed it clean and put it in a bottle, saying, "It can be used if it's sprained or bumped. It also works for Aunt Qian who often has back pain."

Bai Xiao suddenly realized that this was homemade medicine, all folk remedies. When the conditions were not favorable, it was obviously better than drinking alcohol.

In an age without medicine, this was a precious resource.

"How about waiting for a month and applying it on my corpse spots to see how it goes?" Bai Xiao thought, "It should be a localized plaque caused by poor blood circulation. Promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis may be effective."

Lin Duoduo didn't think so: "It's hard to remove the infection, right?"

"Don't say such a disappointing thing. People should have dreams."

"But you're a zombie."

"I have to work. Get out of the way. Please don't get in the way of a zombie cleaning his yard."

"You need one."

Lin Duoduo walked away leisurely, but did not go out through the door, where Uncle Cai was blocking the door because of the noise of the Zombie King's construction. She couldn't go out, so she climbed over the wall.

Just no head, a zombie.

Bai Xiao was very glad that this place was not in the south and there was no rainy season, otherwise it would have been terrible if it had rained continuously for more than a month.

The sky was gloomy and there was a slight breeze. This kind of weather was perfect for working hard.

After clearing the grass in the yard and leveling the soil in the yard, it will look much better. It is just right to rain at this time, so you can observe where the house is leaking, mark it, and then go to the roof of another house to take some bricks and tiles to repair it.

It didn't rain until the evening, but the sky gradually cleared up. Bai Xiao walked into the old house, which was covered with a thick layer of dust and had only signs of being vacant for many years. There were spider webs in the corners of the house. He found a mirror embedded in the cabinet, wiped it with his hand, and looked at the changes after the infection.

Compared to before coming to the city, he looked thinner, and the lines on his face were clearer, but he was not too thin to look unrecognizable, which made him feel a lot more at ease.

I put on the sunglasses, covered my eyes, and looked at him again. Very good, he looked like a human.

I took off my sunglasses and looked around the room. There was a wooden bed, two stools and a wooden table, the kind that were very common in the past, handmade tables and chairs. The chairs were not the square ones that were finely processed, but were made up of several relatively straight pieces of wood.

Bai Xiao wanted to clean the house, but it was getting late, so he went out. He opened the door, saw Uncle Cai coming towards him, and immediately closed it.

Afraid that poking it with a stick often would make Uncle Cai, the village guardian, unable to stand up one day, Bai Xiao finally climbed over the wall and returned to Lin Duoduo's courtyard.

"How about breaking through this wall?" Bai Xiao turned over and asked, "Aunt Qian's yard is very big."

"not so good."

Lin Duoduo looked up at him, and after two seconds she said, "Your hair is so long, cut it. The sweat stains on your forehead make you look dirty."

"Can you cut it?" Bai Xiao expressed his doubt.

"Yes, I cut them myself, it's so nice."

Bai Xiao looked at her uneven hair and had reservations about the word "good" she mentioned.

"I'll do it myself."

Bai Xiao asked for the scissors and tried to figure out how to cut his own hair. He felt awkward. It was very difficult to cut his own hair. In the end, he thought it might be a good idea to ask Lin Duoduo for help. Cutting someone else's hair should be much better than cutting his own hair.

Lin Duoduo took the scissors and started cutting.

"Why do I have a bad feeling?"

"No way."

Lin Duoduo took two steps back and looked around.

Like a dog bite.

It actually made him look a little more terrifying, a zombie with dog-chewed hair.

"What's that look on your face? What did you do to my hair?"

(End of this chapter)