This is apocalyptic

Chapter 45: So Similar

Bai Xiao suddenly remembered the words that Lin Duoduo's father had casually written on a piece of paper.

"For us pre-disaster people, the end of the world is coming, and before the food runs out, we should be more concerned about spiritual problems."

He didn't care at first, but now thinking back, he realized what people were facing at that time.

"Humans are social animals. I still haven't found an organization. I don't know if a child like Duoduo who grew up after a disaster will get used to this kind of life in the future..."

"It shouldn't be like this. Have you lived with so many people before?" Lin Duoduo was a little confused.

"Go to bed early, I'm fine."

Bai Xiao sat in the yard. The cool night breeze blew, and he cut the bamboo bit by bit in the dim light.

Bamboo can be sharpened to make traps and placed on the hillside. It's okay now, but in autumn and winter, some mountain animals will often come out at night to look for food.

I didn’t have many thoughts when I was first infected, but when life stabilized and I started thinking about the future, the prospect of an endless future made me feel depressed.

Bai Xiao tried his best to suppress this feeling. Once he found the reason, things would become much simpler. He still had many things to think about.

He made use of Lin Duoduo's vegetable garden and even reclaimed an area in his own yard. He could dig up some silt from the riverside where the aquatic plants were lush. He remembered that the silt acted as fertilizer and was very fertile. There was no pollution in this world.

As for the seeds, Lin Duoduo could ask Aunt Qian for some. Bai Xiao felt that Lin Duoduo was really lazy and let such a good vegetable garden go to waste.

Lin Duoduo saw that the Zombie King was like a clockwork frog, working diligently and doing a lot of things every day.

As for why it was a frog, when she was a child, her father brought her a metal toy frog when he was scavenging. It was a clockwork frog that could move after being tightened. Bai Xiao was like a clockwork frog.

When Bai Xiao has some free time, he will ask Lin Duoduo for the records left by her family and read them slowly.

At least he still has Lin Duoduo as his neighbor.

A human being who grew up after a disaster and lives stubbornly.

"Let me tell you a story."

As night was about to fall on the land, Bai Xiao came up with a good idea. Telling a long story would not only give him more things to do every night, but would also give Lin Duoduo something to look forward to.

In the past, in a society with low productivity, wandering poets and singers would record every event and bring them to people far away. In addition to inheritance, this was also a form of entertainment.

"What story?" Lin Duoduo was curious about what kind of weird things the zombies could tell.

"The Yangtze River rolls eastward, its waves wash away all heroes. Success and failure are all in vain. The green mountains remain, the sunsets turn red, and all the events of the past and present are just jokes. It is said that the general trend of the world is that after a long period of division, there will be unification, and after a long period of unification, there will be division. Back then, Wei, Shu, and Wu divided the world into three parts..."

"I've heard it." Lin Duoduo interrupted him after listening for a while.

"Huh?" Bai Xiao was surprised.

"My grandpa told me about it before."

"Okay, let's change it."

Bai Xiao sat on the wall, looking at the completely disappeared sunset in the distance. He thought for a while and said, "It is said that there was a magical stone in the East China Sea, which was created when the world was created. One day, the magical stone burst and a stone monkey was born from it, which alarmed the Jade Emperor..."

"I've heard of it too." Lin Duoduo interrupted, "It's the one that ate Tang Monk."

"It's to save Tang Monk." Bai Xiao said.

"I've heard of it, anyway."

However, Lin Duoduo had a new question: "If Tang Seng gave the skin of his feet to the monsters to eat, would those monsters be able to achieve immortality?"

Tang Seng has to walk 108,000 miles, such a long distance, his foot skin must be very thick, enough for many monsters to share. Bai Xiao was stunned for a moment, "This foot skin... let's talk about something else, let me think about it. Leopard Head Lin Chong, the instructor of the 800,000 imperial guards, you must have never heard of him, right?"

"I heard."

The night falls slightly.

Bai Xiao suddenly had a sense of déjà vu. When Lin Duoduo was still young, it was also a night like this. The sky was full of stars. The grandfather who had not left at that time told little Lin Duoduo those stories that were familiar to people before the disaster.

It's just like this time and place, except that the storyteller has been replaced by a zombie.

Across time and space, a similar scene, the boundaries of time seemed blurred, and what happened many years ago was happening again.

"Got it. You definitely haven't heard of this!" Bai Xiao sat on the wall with full confidence.

"Oh?"

"There was once a man who sold sesame cakes. His name was Wu Da. He was dark and fat..."

Lin Duoduo had never heard of this before. She sat on the doorstep with her head tilted, listening to the zombies chattering.

In fact, in this world, it is a good thing to have someone to talk to. She was not sleepy. She took a palm-leaf fan and fanned herself while watching the zombies on the wall.

"Xi Men Qing deliberately dropped his chopsticks at Jinlian's feet. Pan Jinlian smiled and ignored him. When Xi Men Qing wanted to eat but couldn't find his chopsticks, she lowered her head and kicked her toes to ask: "Are these your chopsticks?" Xi Men Qing heard it and said that they were here. He squatted down and didn't pick up the chopsticks. Instead, he pinched her embroidered shoes..."

"Wait, why is he pinching people's feet?" Lin Duoduo interrupted, "Could it be..."

"No, he doesn't want to eat foot skin." Bai Xiao said expressionlessly.

"Ok?"

"In fact, no one wants to eat foot skin. It's just a habit of people before the disaster."

"It's so weird." Lin Duoduo sighed.

"Well, that's it. I'm tired."

Bai Xiao didn't want to talk to Lin Duoduo anymore. No matter what happened, he always thought of Jiaopi.

"No, what happened next? I pinched her shoe, and then what happened?" Lin Duoduo was quite satisfied listening to it. This was indeed a story she had never heard of before.

Bai Xiao thought for a moment, "Then Ximen Qing took off her shoes, took a piece of her foot skin and ate it, and then paid her three thousand taels of silver as a reward, and let her and Wu Da live happily together."

"Ah?" Lin Duoduo was stunned for a moment, "Didn't you say you didn't want to?"

"I suddenly thought about it again."

"You just don't want to talk!"

"It's time to go to bed. Go back to your room and we'll talk tomorrow."

Being able to chat with someone does help relieve the stress a lot, and he is glad to have a neighbor.

Hearing the sound of the door closing in the next yard, Bai Xiao scooped a bucket of water from the water tank, washed his hands and face, sat outside the house for a while, and then went to rest.

Early the next morning, the Zombie King carried a basket on his back and walked on the dewy country path like a street urchin. He greeted the leisurely Uncle Cai, picked up the bamboo basket for catching fish made by Lin Duoduo, and held a shovel in his other hand, and went to the river.

Dead bones are often found in the fields. Lin Duoduo said that they were zombies that had been cleared out in the past and were left in the weeds without anyone to collect them.

No one knows where they came from. After being infected and becoming zombies, they no longer have a home. Those who come back like Uncle Cai are a minority among the minority.

(End of this chapter)