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Chapter 180 179: Zombie Soup
When the snow piled up to a thick layer, Bai Xiao would not stay in the house.

The streets, roads, and communities were all covered in white, except for the streets outside, which were a mess. The snow was covered with not only traces of zombies' footsteps, but also claw marks of monsters.

The Zombie King wrapped himself in thick clothes, wore a cotton hat, took a shovel and a box, and started clearing the snow in the community. He packed the snow into the boxes and compacted it very tightly, so a lot could be packed into one box.

The huge community was slowly being cleared, and the snow soon filled two boxes. He carried the snow upstairs and then took the empty boxes down.

Lin Duoduo was not idle on the rooftop either. The coffin was placed aside, and she took a shovel to fill a large bucket with snow. Occasionally, when she reached the edge of the building and looked down, she could see the figure of the zombie king moving around in the community.

After filling it up and patting it solid, she carried it to the eighth floor, where there was a large water tank, the one Bai Xiao told her to fill with urine, and poured the snow into it.

Humans are upstairs and zombies are downstairs.

Occasionally, when taking a break, Bai Xiao would say hello to the zombies crowding at the door outside the community.

He remembered that when it snowed at school when he was a child, the school would organize students to shovel snow. At that time, they basically played while sweeping. A large group of classmates would clean up their own class area, piling the snow into small piles and waiting for it to melt.

At that time, I only thought about playing, and I could play anything for a whole day.

Now in the deserted restricted area, a man and a zombie are busy.

The thick snow in the community was slowly cleared, and several large water tanks upstairs were filled with solid snow blocks, which were placed next to the stove in the house.

In the evening.

Lin Duoduo heated up a basin of melted snow water, sat on a chair, and soaked her feet in the hot water.

"Do you drink human flesh soup?" the human asked the zombie.

"That's called foot washing water." said the Zombie King.

"The production process is the same. Don't you think it's strange? Everything drinks meat soup, except you." Lin Duoduo pointed at the old zombie neighbor in the opposite building, "It must like to drink human meat soup too."

"Foot washing water does not equal human flesh soup, thank you. We zombies like to eat raw food."

"Human flesh soup with cold water?"

"..."

"It's actually good if you're silly."

If the Zombie King had always been as stupid as Ababa Ababa in the past few years, she might have kept him and fed him human flesh soup, and the zombies at that time would definitely be willing to drink it.

Lin Duoduo leaned back in the chair, her legs covered with wolf skin, her feet immersed in the basin of hot water, her whole body soothed and softened by the warm water.

After a hard day's work, the whistling cold wind outside the building further highlights the comfort of the moment.

"Do you drink zombie soup?"

"No one will drink zombie soup, just like no one eats zombies, but zombies eat humans, so zombies will drink human flesh soup." Lin Duoduo said.

"Oh."

Bai Xiao responded indifferently.

"What a pity, what a waste." The human looked a little regretful.

Human flesh soup is such a good thing, zombies should like it... This is not scientific, she thinks those old zombies outside will definitely like human flesh soup with human smell.

"It's not a pity at all."

"I don't think you can let go. If I give it a try when we're under the shed, you'll like it."

"Uh……"

Bai Xiao thought about how he drooled every day back then, and for a moment he was really unsure.

"You have secretly licked my fingers, so theoretically it's the same. Right?" Lin Duoduo looked at his expression and raised her eyebrows.

"No." The zombie said calmly. "You can suck it, and I'll wash it after you're done." She lifted her feet from the basin, dripping with water, and said to the zombie.

"Take it out if you don't want to wash it."

The Zombie King tested the water temperature, took her feet out and wiped them dry with a cloth, then poured out the human flesh soup.

Seeing Lin Duoduo sitting on the chair and stretching out her hand, he picked up Lin Duoduo with one hand, carried the kettle with the other, and went downstairs back to the house.

"It's so convenient." Lin Duoduo sat on the zombie's arm with her legs hanging down and swaying.

She liked the big zombie more and more. He could easily carry her around, or she could ride on his neck, which was very stable.

Lin Duoduo sighed until the zombie returned to the house and put her down. He didn’t want to drink the human flesh soup or eat the foot skin. What on earth did this zombie like?

"I still like the fierce look of you holding a gun." Bai Xiao shrugged.

"I can't be fierce anymore. It's different from the past two years. Without a coffin, being outside means death."

Lin Duoduo turned her head to look at the window. There was a curtain hanging there, and she couldn't see outside unless she lifted it.

Hunt wolves with him, carry baskets to the mountains to look for mountain products together, and lean against him and enjoy the cool breeze on summer nights.

It seems like it was just yesterday.

She picked up her rifle and wiped it, and if necessary, she would protect the zombies from a distance.

“If a group of brave men come to attack me, I’ll leave it to you.” The Zombie King always felt that one day someone would rush over shouting “Bond”.

After checking the doors and windows of each room, pouring two cups of hot water, he lay down on the bed.

Lin Duoduo covered herself with the quilt and only showed her head to look at him.

After moving into this building, they lived together. Not really together, they just shared a big bed, she was in her own quilt and the zombie was in his.

When it was very cold at night, she would stretch her feet over there, and the zombies would either hug them or clamp them with their legs to make her feel less cold.

After all, a zombie's sleep is more like hibernation. As long as he closes his eyes, he will wake up with any movement, and when there is no movement, it's like he's asleep and he rests quickly.

Lin Duoduo reached out from under the quilt and touched Bai Xiao's strong back. The muscles on his back were strong and thick.

"What?"

"My hands are cold," she said.

The feeling is the same as when I was rubbing his back. He hasn’t eaten well in the past two months since leaving the mountain village, but he is still strong.

"You have a mental illness." Bai Xiao said.

"You're a zombie, and you say humans are sick?" Lin Duoduo wanted to laugh out loud.

"Normal humans don't go into heat with zombies, especially zombies this big. You're already a mental monster."

"You are the one who is sick. Come on, drink expired milk powder."

Lin Duoduo touched the cup on the bedside, it was not so hot anymore, so she handed it to him. The milk powder was found in this building. There was a baby bed and many toys in the room, but it was empty. There were no zombies or corpses in the room. I guess the owner of the house left in time. I wonder if he survived and entered the shelter, or survived in some corner of this land.

A zombie that drinks expired milk powder will be seen as sick by anyone, and sick people usually think that others are sick.

"No normal person would just pick up a zombie and take it home."

And there was not just one, Uncle Cai, Erdan... If he had not kept his sanity, Bai Xiao would have suspected that after she had raised him for a while and waited for him to be no longer dangerous, she would have let him wander around the village and keep him company with Erdan.

A little girl who picks up zombies.

After all, living in a place full of zombies from childhood to adulthood, maybe this is another kind of normal.

(End of this chapter)