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Chapter 607 Accident
In reality, this would be easy to handle: just enter the address, and various navigation apps can help him find the place.

but
Zhou You looked around at the apocalyptic landscape and sighed again.

Even if he could find a working phone, it probably wouldn't have any signal.

So he could only wander around like a headless fly, hoping to find some clues—or a better hiding place.

The moon hangs high in the sky.

Or perhaps the moon never moved an inch from beginning to end; without any reference point, even the concept of time becomes extremely weak.

This is actually a rather painful torment, since time is the most basic anchor point for maintaining a person's rationality. Staying in this environment for too long can easily lead to various symptoms of mental disorder.

After turning another corner, they cautiously avoided a brightly lit restaurant—it was obvious to anyone that way that there was no one alive there.

Moreover, he had personally witnessed a similar incident just two days ago. It was a convenience store that was open for business, and several of the corpses from earlier stumbled inside in search of food.

And then, it never appeared again.

Zhou You observed from outside for over an hour. Except for a few seconds when the rotting corpse went in and the lights were turned off, the room was brightly lit the whole time, and there wasn't even a sound of fighting.

These places are similar to apartment buildings; they appear normal on the surface, but are actually the most dangerous.

But just as he was about to sneak past silently, he suddenly felt a twitch in his ear.

—There is sound.

and.

It didn't sound like a monster.

Zhou You raised his eyebrows, but made no sound. Instead, he dragged his leg and disappeared back into the shadows.

To be honest, Luo Liangde really feels like he's had the worst luck imaginable!
He simply hadn't accumulated enough contribution points and was starving, so he wanted to steal—or rather, borrow—some food. Who would have thought that his usually proud stealth skills would malfunction, resulting in him being caught red-handed?

Of course, being caught red-handed is one thing; at worst, he'll get a beating—Luo Liangde has neither strength nor courage, and he's not one of those extraordinary gentlemen. How has he survived until now? Hey, it's all thanks to his thick skin and sturdy build.

Getting beaten up lets the other person vent their anger, and if they enjoy the beating, they might even treat you to some food—it's a worthwhile deal no matter how you look at it.

pity.

He truly never expected that he would be able to steal from the home of the "Smoking Pipe" boss.

Heaven have mercy! Normally, he wouldn't dare provoke such a scoundrel even if he had eight lives. But who knew that this bastard would actually take a fancy to a girl in the third district and then spend the night at her house?

As a result, when he climbed the roof beam, he saw two naked guys rolling around on the bed. While blinding himself, he also accidentally made some noise.

The result.
Just as Luo Liangde was feeling sorry for himself, he suddenly got kicked in the buttocks.

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up! This is a wasteland. If you dawdle and attract some monsters, it's fine if you die, but don't drag me down with you!"

Clearly, the other party was full of resentment and didn't hold back at all when kicking, causing Luo Liangde to stumble—however, he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction, and instead smiled apologetically.

"Yes, yes, I'll be right there, Grandpa, where are we going?"

One of the men responsible for escorting him, a young man in a floral shirt, glanced at him.

"Why are you asking so many questions? The boss has already shown you mercy by sparing your life. Why would you want to give him advice?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Luo Liangde quickly smiled apologetically, glancing at the iron chains on his legs, and became even more obsequious.

"But I really don't know why we came into the wasteland. This place is indeed in a stable period right now, and we found a safe shortcut, but what if..."

"Stop spouting so much nonsense! Don't you dare jinx it!"

In an instant, the faces of the two people behind him turned extremely terrified.

Luo Liangde realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly slapped himself several times.

"My bad, my bad, I misspoke. You two are so kind, please don't hold a grudge against a fool like me."

In the end, fearing that they might cause any trouble, the guards only glared at him before continuing to escort him forward.

Although things quieted down, Luo Liangde kept muttering to himself.

—What exactly is that pipe-wielding guy trying to do?

Should I become a scavenger?
Just kidding, it's not time to scavenge yet. Besides, you need a group of people to scavenge, otherwise it's not scavenging, it's delivering food to weirdos.

Is that what you mean by finding a place to kill yourself?

With the power of the opium pipe, no one would even know where he was buried alive, so why waste the effort of sending himself to the wasteland? Not to mention he might even lose two of his men.

Could it be that...?
—Has this guy found some great treasure but doesn't want anyone to know, so he's keeping it so secret?
Thinking of this, and then of his family's notorious petty thieves—no, wait, thieves' skills—Luo Liangde finally felt a little relieved.

Who knows, we might even get a share of the profits?
No, no, no, I'm definitely not being greedy. But even if I haven't done anything great, I've still put in the effort. Even if it's just a little bit that slipped through the fingers of the smoking boss, it'll be enough to cover my living expenses for the next few months.
Just as he was lost in thought, Luo Liangde suddenly noticed something.

It seemed that their group had strayed a bit from the safe route.

In an instant, terror suddenly appeared on his face.

The reason a safe road is called safe is because it's rare to encounter any strange, erratic road here—each one is forged by the lives of countless people, and once you deviate from it...
Thinking of the horrific scenes he had witnessed, Luo Liangde's face trembled.

For some reason, the two escorts behind them, though their faces were also grim, kept their lips tightly pressed together and did not speak.

Finally, Luo Liangde couldn't help but speak up to remind him.

"Grandpas, haven't we gone a bit astray? We're about to enter the restricted area."

His response was yet another kick.

"This is the road. Just go and don't say anything."

This time, Luo Liangde did not hold back.

Or rather, his fear of the bizarre had already overshadowed his fear of being buried alive.

He turned around, waving his hands and feet frantically.

"No, did you hear me? We've strayed off the safe path and could encounter those monsters at any moment—you know that if you fall into their hands, you'll be left wishing for death."

However, before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on the top of his head.

When he looked again, the young man in the floral shirt was holding an iron bar and staring at him coldly.

Luo Liangde claimed to be resilient, but that only applied to his body. After taking such a severe blow to the head, he only swayed twice before collapsing weakly to the ground.

The other man skillfully pulled out a rope and tied Luo Liangde up tightly. Then, the two of them found a rag from somewhere and stuffed it into his mouth. After doing all this, the man in the floral shirt wiped the sweat from his brow.

"They're all like that. But this guy's way too alert; he noticed something was wrong as soon as I shifted my position just a little."

The other person squatted on the ground and used a stick to thread through the gaps in the hemp rope.

"After all, he's a notorious thief. He used to work in the patrol team, so it's not surprising that he knows a lot. Don't just stand there watching. Come over and lend a hand. Let's finish this quickly and get this over with. I don't want to stay here for another second."

The man in the floral shirt glanced at the surrounding shadows, shuddered, and quickly cooperated with his teammates to pull in the rope, through the roll, and then lift Luo Liangde up like a pig.

Blood streamed down his forehead, blurring his vision. Luo Liangde still tried to struggle, but at that moment, another person bent down and whispered in his ear.

"By the way, weren't you always worried about not having any work? Our boss specially found you a good job. You don't need to thank him, just do your job well."

Several tens of minutes later, after carefully making their way through the area, the group finally arrived at their destination.

The man in the floral shirt and his companion finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, staring at the impossible light, Luo Liangde was stunned for a full ten seconds before his struggle suddenly intensified.

The two men carrying him lost their balance and he fell to the ground. However, Luo Liangde paid no attention to the pain of the fall. Instead, like a caterpillar, even though he was tied up tightly, he crawled outwards in an inching motion.

But immediately.

A large foot stomped down and shattered his efforts.

The man in the floral shirt stepped on Luo Liangde's head with his right foot, then grinned maliciously and casually ripped the rag out of his mouth.

"What are you doing out of the blue? You almost scared Grandpa to death, you know?"

Luo Liangde didn't even listen to his words—at this moment, the fear on the poor man's face was about to reach its limit.

"You want to feed me to monsters? You're insane! This is strictly forbidden from above. If people find out..."

In response, the man in the floral shirt spoke slowly.

"Hey Luo, do you know a proverb?"

"What proverb?"

"That's an undiscovered ban. It's not a ban at all, but a customary rule."

"you--"

Before Luo Liangde could even roar out, another person picked up the rag and stuffed it back into his mouth.

Faced with the strange look in the floral shirt, the man simply said coldly.

"The longer we stay here, the more things can go wrong. Although this is Master Zhao's territory, who knows if some reckless fools might wander over? It's best to be careful."

The man in the floral shirt was clearly reluctant, but since the other person was of a higher rank, he nodded reluctantly.

The other person tightened the rope a few more times, making sure that Luo Liangde couldn't break free no matter what, before taking a deep breath, preparing himself mentally, and knocking on the restaurant door.

A moment later, a blurry figure appeared behind the glass window.

Contrary to his usual behavior, the man with the pipe quickly lowered his head and said a few words respectfully.

The implication was probably some kind of flattery or deal—yet the figure stood at the doorway, neither speaking nor answering, simply standing there.

Just as his subordinates were sweating profusely, the other party finally responded.

He slowly nodded and opened the door a crack.

Warm light emanated from it, a clear indication of safety, yet the subordinates reacted as if they had encountered something terrifying, frantically taking a few steps back.

But then, he abruptly stopped.

The figure behind the door didn't notice his rudeness—or perhaps even if they did, they didn't care—but after a few seconds of pause, they reached out an arm.

—It's clearly not a human arm.

The arm was three or four meters long, with different skin tones, as if it had been taken from several people and pieced together. There were also dense stitches between the skin, but the stitching didn't look very good, as many places had already broken open, revealing grayish-white dead flesh.

And in that strange hand was an old travel bag.

The moment he saw it, a greedy glint flashed in his eyes, but he knew it was not something he could have his hands on, so he quickly bowed, respectfully raised his hand, and took the travel document.

After that, the other party said a few more words, and after his subordinates answered in affirmation one by one, he pulled his arm back into the gap.

"Bang" sound.

The thin metal door closed again.

The subordinate finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at his legs, which were trembling like leaves, and even moving them was a luxury.

Just then, the guy in the floral shirt, oblivious to the danger, came over.

"What did Chef Zhao say? Did he want us to deliver it directly to the kitchen?"

His subordinate gave him a cold glance.

"As I said, in this area, Master Zhao is as busy as ever today, and the last 'waitress' he delivered hasn't even been scrapped yet, so he told us to wait a bit."

"How long will it take?"

"More than an hour, who knows."

Upon hearing this, the man in the floral shirt immediately looked dejected.

"More than an hour? In a desert area? Are they trying to kill me?"

—A fool.

His subordinate shook his head, but soon a slightly mocking smile appeared on his face.

—But that's normal. If someone isn't an idiot, they wouldn't be assigned this task so soon after joining the gang.
Although he loathed it, the subordinate still spoke up to prevent the other party from chattering.

"As I said before, Master Zhao is quite a formidable figure in this desolate area. As long as he's around, strange things generally won't come here."

"What if it's not ordinary?"

This time, however, his subordinates looked at him as if he were a complete fool.

"Not ordinary? You mean the one in the hospital, the one in the city hall, or the one in the police station? If these old men are really just wandering around for no reason, then we don't need to think about anything else, we can just wait to die."

(End of this chapter)