This is apocalyptic

Chapter 121 120: Name

That kind of proficiency could not be faked, and he was even more skilled than him.

When Bai Xiao was sticking his butt out to study how deep to dig, she just threw it in with a shovel.

"This small piece is mine, and that piece is yours. Let's see who grows it better." Lin Duoduo said.

"What are you gambling?"

"Um……"

Lin Duoduo thought for a while, "If I win, I'll step on you when the weather gets cold. If you win, I'll let you lean on me."

"That's fair!" the Zombie King agreed.

Lin Duoduo didn't pay much attention to the plants after planting them. She only checked and watered them occasionally. But the zombies stared at them stupidly all day long and pulled out any little grass as soon as it sprouted.

After the snow outside melted, the mud on the road gradually dried up, but the fields were still very wet, and you would get your feet covered in mud every time you walked through them.

Aunt Qian had lost a lot of weight. In Bai Xiao's opinion, she looked like a dying woman. Her skinny body seemed to be nothing but skin and bones. Her vitality was so tenacious that Bai Xiao even suspected that even if she was infected by the same zombie that bit him, she might be able to survive it.

But the old zombie had died a long time ago. When I first saw it, it was already rotten. It couldn't even stand up after being hit twice with sticks. Two years had passed, and it had long since turned into dry bones.

"Is Uncle Cai okay?"

When they met her outside and said hello, Bai Xiao saw the badger in her hand, and he didn't know where the old lady dug it out from.

"That's it." Aunt Qian looked at him and said, "What's good or bad about it being like this?"

"The other few in the village... are all gone." Bai Xiao said. Erdan was gone before he came back. He fell in the heavy snow on Friday in winter.

"You have to live well." Aunt Qian patted his shoulder.

The skinny hand patted his shoulder. Bai Xiao always felt that she saw something, but she didn't say much. She nodded at him and slowly walked away.

Bai Xiao thought for a while, and he didn't know what Aunt Qian saw. The old lady who was still alive was a thief. She had seen the prosperity before the disaster and had also experienced the disaster. She was trapped in a small mountain village. During this long time, no one knew how much she had thought.

Bodhidharma faced the wall for nine years to meditate and comprehend the meaning of Zen. These old men are even more terrifying.

In the afternoon, when passing by the corner where Lin Huayou was staying, Bai Xiao saw two mud footprints in front of the yard. He looked carefully and found that they were not left by Lin Duoduo, which meant that Aunt Qian had been there.

Perhaps Aunt Qian had stopped here just before she met him by chance, and she knew where Lin Huayou was.

I went back and talked to Lin Duoduo about it. Lin Duoduo looked at Aunt Qian's residence in the distance for a moment and shook her head.

"She used to get together with my father and Uncle Cai to speculate on the future. She knew my father very well."

"Old lady, time is running out now, come and see your old comrade?"

Bai Xiao also hopes that Lin Huayou can come back to life and give some advice. The older generation who have experienced the disaster will always have more ideas.

In these more than nine years, Yu Ming decided not to do it and just wait for death. What is Aunt Qian thinking?

She stays at home and rarely goes out, like the evil witch in the story. Now there's an old zombie tied up in the house, which makes her look even more like the evil witch in the story.

"Does this village have a name?" Bai Xiao suddenly asked.

"I think so." Lin Duoduo said, "But I don't know what it's called. I seem to have heard of it before."

"It's better to call it Zombie Village." Bai Xiao said. There are only two living women in this village, and each of them keeps a zombie at home.

This is fucking awesome.

"No village is called a human village, that's weird, so a zombie village is weird too."

Lin Duoduo continued to sit down and wash clothes. She looked at the mud on Bai Xiao's shoes, asked him to take them off and brush them together, and asked, "Is the road outside easy to walk on?"

"Almost there, but the dirt road is a little difficult to walk on. It will be much better once we get on the highway."

"Then let's go see what the city looks like when we have time."

"There should be fewer old zombies." Bai Xiao guessed. He also wanted to go and take a look. He turned around and looked at the broken tricycle. He wondered if this broken tricycle could carry some tools when scavenging. No one in the city's gym would go to scavenge.

Regardless of whether Lin Duoduo is there or not, he wants to turn this place into a comfortable living area suitable for living, so that every day as a zombie can be lived well.

After exercising on the horizontal bar for a while, he jumped down, and Lin Duoduo, who had finished washing clothes, was hung up.

After training, she was also able to use the horizontal bar next to the gap in the courtyard wall, and she would also exercise here.

From a barbarian girl to a sporty girl, the gun is the guarantee of survival, and the same is true for strength.

"At least pedaling a tricycle is faster." Bai Xiao exclaimed in admiration as he looked at her legs.

He pedaled the tricycle harder, but was afraid that the chain would not hold up. Bai Xiao had broken the chain of a bicycle before, which left a scar on him. A few days later, when he went to the city to pick up rubbish, he was always afraid to push too hard, and he kept reminding Lin Duoduo to be gentler.

These are all old items from before the disaster. They may be scrapped one day, and then we will need a handcart.

He had seen scavenger survivors pulling a wooden cart on the road. It was extremely simple, with a rope tied to the shoulder and the person pulling it. It cast a long shadow in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if they were not scavenging in a city full of zombies, but pulling a cart to the market.

While telling Lin Duoduo about what he saw and heard on the road, he talked about whatever he remembered. The road is cleaner now. Compared with the past two years, you can still occasionally see old zombies, and you have to poke them with sticks from time to time. They didn't see many zombies until they reached the town.

The old ones have died, and it will take time for the old zombies that are still alive in the cities and towns to wander out.

As soon as they entered the town, they were pounced upon by a zombie-like weasel. Lin Duoduo was pedaling her bike, and Bai Xiao kicked it far away.

Holding a stick, Bai Xiao went forward and held it down. He observed carefully that the brown hair on its body was falling off in large patches, and corpse spots could be seen in the bald spots, which were very similar to the ones on his arms.

"Maybe it was so hungry that it ate zombies and got infected." Bai Xiao said as he stretched out his hand and twisted its neck.

Lin Duoduo watched him talking while making cracking sounds with his hands. Her gaze moved from his hands to his face. Bai Xiao was no longer the zombie king who was frightened by the old zombie.

"This winter is going to be hard for everyone," he said, standing up.

It's not that if one weasel is infected, the entire population will start to mutate. If one weasel is infected and survives, the other may not survive. There are infected individuals, dead individuals, and zombie individuals. What they can see are the lucky ones that survived.

"I thought you were going to twist its head off and put it in your mouth." Lin Duoduo said.

"How can it be."

"Why don't you just beat it to death with a stick? Isn't that disgusting?" Lin Duoduo took a piece of cloth from the truck bed and threw it to him, "Wipe your hands quickly."

Bai Xiao was just doing it casually and didn't think too much about it. Now that Lin Duoduo said it was disgusting, he wiped it hard with a cloth.

"He's too small. He didn't die even when I kicked him away. It's faster this way," he explained.

Bai Xiao didn't want to dirty his beloved harpoon.

They did not stop in the town. Now they no longer needed to rest in the town on their way. There were fewer old zombies on the road, and there were zombies lying on the ground but not dead, with their skinny faces shaking. These were half-buried in the ground, and Bai Xiao would get rid of them when he saw them.

Bai Xiao realized how wise it was to bury the bones around the village. After the snow melted, corpses could be seen on the road from time to time. Some were dead like Friday, while others were still alive, struggling on the ground.

This kind of environment always gives people a sense of oppression, as if those are not zombies, but terminally ill plague patients, struggling in despair.

"They are dying faster," Lin Duoduo said. "This snow has helped a lot."

"What about the south?" Bai Xiao suddenly thought of a question.

"It doesn't seem like it will snow there?" Lin Duoduo said.

"Maybe the zombies there will age much slower than here."

Bai Xiao was just guessing that the damage caused to the zombies by continuous rain might be far less than the damage caused by a heavy snow in winter, coupled with the repeated melting and freezing.

And there are also scary big cockroaches there.

The Zombie King shuddered.

The cockroach king seems to be more terrifying than the zombie king, especially the flying cockroach king.

(End of this chapter)