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Hearing this, the group of people's expressions relaxed and became confident, looking as if they had a plan in mind.

"Thirty-five. A total of thirty-five zombies were transformed into humans by us."

"Boss, if you don't believe me, you can go to the greenhouse and see where those guys are."

Thirty-five? This is indeed a very good result. I didn't have high expectations for this group of unreliable guys. I thought that converting twenty would be their limit.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile, stuffed the three rabbits into Zi Su's hands, turned around, walked towards the greenhouse, and said.

"Light a fire and boil water."

"We're having rabbit soup tonight. Put more corn in it instead of canned food. Putting that kind of stuff in is just a waste of rabbit meat."

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a loud cheering behind me. I wanted to remind these guys to keep their voices down and not attract the zombies, but after thinking it over, I ended up saying nothing.

In this end times, such cheers are extremely rare, and it is something I haven’t heard in a long time.

These guys who have been forced to be locked up in the stronghold for eleven years have probably not had such freedom for a long time.

After a while, a wisp of smoke rose from the greenhouse, slowly rising and hovering at the top of the greenhouse. The boiling pot made a gurgling sound, and the whole greenhouse was in chaos.

The young people gathered in twos and threes, talking and laughing loudly. They did not forget the thirty or so people who had just regained their human identities. While introducing them to the changes in the past eleven years of the apocalypse, they curiously asked about the special feelings of those zombies.

Amid the noisy voices, I was also sitting in the crowd, absent-mindedly listening to Zi Su and the people next to him bragging and talking nonsense.

I don’t hate this noisy atmosphere, although not long ago I thought I was a quiet person, but when I was really in this noisy atmosphere, I found that I actually enjoyed this feeling.

After all, humans are fragile and stubborn animals. They are afraid of noise, but at the same time they can't bear to give up the worldly atmosphere.

Just like when you are walking alone in a dark forest in the long night, the fear of darkness and the forest will rise in your heart.

But... if a group of people walk in the dark, talking and laughing loudly, the fear will dissipate. Even if the night is still long, at least we are no longer alone.

It would be great if Tongtong was here at this time.

What a weak thought, it's a pity that I am such a vulgar man.

Even though I know that Tongtong is the natural enemy of humans and that we cannot coexist, I really cannot hate her, nor can I deliberately ignore my longing for her.

I really miss her, very much.

“Tong…Tong.”

In a trance, I whispered Tongtong's name, then I came to my senses, smiled bitterly, and found that Zi Su beside me was looking at me quietly. It seemed that she must have heard the sound I just made.

I smiled embarrassedly, not knowing what to say. As the heart of the human camp, I was still thinking about the leader of the enemy camp. This was really a shameful thing. Perhaps Zi Su was despising me in his heart at this moment.

However, Zi Su was not as contemptuous as I expected. Instead, his eyes softened, he patted my shoulder lightly, and spoke softly.

"Will this make you feel more comfortable?"

Hearing this, I shook my head, lowered my brows, looked at the ground, and spoke softly.

"Not really."

“I just can’t help it.”

Chapter 96 Disease (I)

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by.

As the days passed, the entire greenhouse site changed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

During this time, we repaired many greenhouses, turned the soil, planted seeds in the greenhouses, and even dug a few wells by hand.

The land here is excellent, far more fertile than the farmland deep in the mountains and forests, and the well water is also very sweet.

Some of the converted humans will follow the trucks transporting supplies to the shield stronghold, while others will voluntarily choose to stay.

As time went by, trucks carrying supplies traveled back and forth between the greenhouse and the shield stronghold more and more frequently. On the sixteenth day, they even delivered a lot of vegetable seeds.

This surprised me. No vegetables have ever been grown in the Shield Outpost. It has always been a single crop like corn. This must be something that Ajie got from somewhere else.

With this question in mind, I stopped the driver who was transporting the supplies. He was transformed from a zombie to a human some time ago. According to our experiments, the transformed humans are not within the hunting range of the zombies, so they were put to use sooner than planned.

I couldn't remember the driver's name, so after stopping him, I asked him directly.

“Where did you get these vegetable seeds from?”

The middle-aged driver heard this and answered me in a low voice.

"Boss Su, I don't know much about this matter either."

"I just heard that Boss Ajie has been trying to establish connections with other strongholds. These vegetables are likely obtained from his stronghold."

I raised my eyebrows, a little surprised. The last time I saw Ajie, he was sick and was being taken care of by Wang Zixuan. I didn't disturb their time together, so I didn't know about this.

It turns out that Ajie is also working hard. He is really a reliable guy.

I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction, stopped pestering the driver, and gave him instructions.

"When you go back, find out the news carefully. If someone asks you, just say that you want to know."

"do you understand?"

The driver nodded honestly and answered respectfully.

"Got it, Boss Su."

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of me, the term "Boss Su" always makes me feel weird. Although according to my actual age, I should be a uncle in his thirties, but this term "Boss Su" still makes me feel a little awkward.

I picked my ears with my hands and said to the driver with a helpless look on my face.

"Come on, don't call me Boss Su anymore."

"Sounds weird."

The driver smiled awkwardly, a little at a loss, and spoke softly cautiously.

"But isn't that what everyone calls it?"

The "everyone" he mentioned refers to the group of young men under my command, led by Zi Su. It's only natural for me to be called the boss by those little guys.

But the driver in front of me looks much older than my actual age, and I can't keep calling him boss.

"Brother, I am younger than you. Calling me the boss... is not appropriate."

While I was speaking, the driver was secretly observing my expression. He seemed afraid that one wrong word might bring disaster upon him. His body was almost shaking with nervousness.

After hearing my answer, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone became a lot more relaxed, but he still retained some respect, and whispered to me.

"You can't say that. Boss Su, you and Boss Ajie saved us. This is the respect you deserve."

I was a little helpless. I explained again and again, but the driver refused to change his address. This made me feel funny but also a little helpless.

I am very familiar with this feeling.

Ordinary people will always show their humility and insignificance in difficult situations to prove their harmlessness and to fight for their own safety.

This is not a shortcoming, but a kind of helplessness.

But I don’t have the qualifications to be superior and look down on others, nor do I like this feeling. In the end, I took a step back and asked the driver to call me Mr. Su like the people in the stronghold, and then I gave up.

After seeing off the driver, I led the others to move the supplies into the greenhouse. As the number of people increased, someone led a team and prepared to set up a small base here.

What makes me ashamed is that as their boss, all I can do is lie on a chair and bleed myself every day. After half a month, I found a new way to bleed myself.

I don't know where this group of people found the infusion tube, but they inserted the needle directly into my vein, allowing the blood to flow out of the infusion tube and into the basin.

When I was unloading supplies, a group of young people suddenly came up to me with strange expressions, and hurriedly snatched the supply boxes from my hands, looking like they were trying to please me.

This is obviously a weasel paying a New Year's visit to the chicken, with no good intentions.

I sighed, looked at this group of young people who didn't know how to hide their emotions, and spoke slowly.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't do these useless things."

Hearing that, the group of young people immediately surrounded me. After hesitating for a moment, they pushed a few people in front of me. I looked carefully and found that those people pushed in front of me were the young people who had voluntarily stayed and were converted.

It seemed difficult to say it, and after those people hesitated for a moment, the young man in the lead spoke to me with a complicated expression.

"Boss, um... we found an acquaintance among the zombies today."

I didn't care and sat on the supply box. Before I could say anything, a young man next to me handed me a self-rolled cigarette with a servile look on his face.

"Oh, what acquaintance?"

I took the cigarette and listened absentmindedly. When zombies transformed into humans, this kind of scene was bound to happen. Relatives who had been separated for more than ten years met again, hugged their heads, and cried bitterly. I had seen it several times, so I didn't take it to heart.

"That guy is a human trafficker."

"At that time, he was very famous in this kind of city. He specifically targeted young girls."

"Boss, you should have heard of it too."

Hearing this, my fingers paused for a moment, then I frowned and said a name.

"You mean... Zhao Kuangyi?"

Zhao Kuangyi, in my time, was a notorious criminal in this city. Although he did not commit any direct murders, he committed many serious crimes. I remember he was sentenced to life imprisonment.

"Yes, it's Zhao Kuangyi, the human trafficker who kidnapped women and children."

"We know... now is the time to use people."

"But do we need to use that kind of person...?"

I was silent for a moment, looking at the expectant eyes of the crowd, I knew that they didn't want to save Zhao Kuangyi, let him continue to be a zombie, or kill him on the spot.

but…….

I held the cigarette in my hand and spoke earnestly to the young man in front of me.

"I know what you think."

"But now is a really extraordinary time, everyone has a chance to start over."

"So you have to transform him into a human."

"Then let him die again."

I held up the cigarette, smiled, and gave a very sincere suggestion.

"Throw him into the icy lake, surround him on the shore and don't let him get out. This will save some energy."

"do you understand?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the group of young people responding loudly and excitedly.

"I understand, boss."

Yes, everyone deserves a chance to start over.

However, scumbags are not considered human beings.

Chapter 97 Disease (II)

I don't have the habit of watching fun, so I didn't go to see how this group of unreliable young people dealt with that scumbag.

In fact, from the moment I started this job of converting zombies, I was destined to encounter some quite nonsensical things.

For those who have become zombies, these eleven years are just a long, vague dream. Time is still frozen at eleven years ago, and even their bodies retain the appearance of eleven years ago.

Then, some strange things popped up.

I remember that among the first group of people who converted, there was a very likable young man named Ning Yang who was optimistic, cheerful, and very outgoing.

Among the group of people I brought, he got along very well with a kid named Xiao Song. Xiao Song was only sixteen years old, but he was tall and big, and was a diligent and capable child.

Ning Yang and Xiao Song got along very well and could talk about anything. One day, Ning Yang suddenly had an idea and asked Xiao Song to do the old-fashioned trick of becoming sworn brothers. Xiao Song found it interesting and did as he suggested.

Later, we found out one thing, and this budding brotherhood had to be severed.

Because Ning Yang is Xiao Song’s biological father.

To put it simply, Xiao Song is a nickname. Song is not his last name, his last name is Ning. But after being called this nickname for so long, that silly Xiao Song actually forgot about it.

So, when transporting supplies to a siege stronghold, Xiao Song's aunt, who raised him, came to visit Xiao Song along with the driver, and the truth came to light.

We all saw that Xiao Song's aunt picked up a wooden stick and almost chased Xiao Song and Ning Yang into the lake.

At that time, Zi Su was still standing next to me, making sarcastic remarks.

“May all sworn brothers in the world be fathers and sons reunited after a long separation.”