There's something wrong with me

Chapter 93 [Cloud Forest Skill] (5.6)

Whoosh—

A zombie's head was chopped off.

Zhang Feng and Lao Gao entered the shopping mall, and after half an hour of clearing, the scattered zombies inside the mall were also killed.

At the same time, outside the door was a pool of blood and corpses.

Several nearby residents were watching from afar at the entrance, looking like they wanted to say something but didn't dare.

Even coming to this scene of corpses was the result of a complex mental struggle before they finally decided to take this step.

"Will we die?"

At this moment, a young man looked at the several neighbors around him.

"Staying upstairs will also lead to starvation..." The neighbor looked at the surrounding dismembered bodies and heads, enduring the psychological discomfort, and trying to keep his voice steady, but it was accompanied by retching:

"It's better to... vomit... um, come down directly... maybe... maybe that Superman, that 'Brother Zhang'... won't hurt us..."

His words were full of uncertainty, completely a gamble.

As for the title of Brother Zhang, it was because Lao Gao and the others called Zhang Feng that when Zhang Feng killed the small zombie horde, people on the nearby upper floors heard it.

Then, with one person saying it, and another repeating, everyone spread the word.

They learned the title 'Brother Zhang'.

"Do you think... Brother Zhang is a good person?" The young man from the beginning asked again: "Or... will he take us in?"

"Our family has no food left..." A young neighbor next to him had a somewhat crazed look in his eyes; all he wanted now was something to eat.

But faced with starvation in two days and direct death.

Even though he was somewhat crazed, he was still very smart; at the moment, he didn't rashly choose to contact Zhang Feng and the others inside the mall.

At the same time, he also looked at the surrounding residential buildings behind him.

Even more neighbors hadn't chosen to come down, but were watching them from above, wanting to see the results of their first contact with the 'monster Brother Zhang'.

These people were perhaps even smarter.

And now, on a rooftop.

Here were two relatively strong men.

One of the men, with a buzz cut, swallowed and said to the tall man next to him: "If you ask me, I feel we should still leave this place.

You just saw it too; that monster called Brother Zhang killed over a hundred zombies in one go!

Even though these zombies are no longer people, no longer our kind, they look just like people!

Brother Zhang doesn't hesitate at all when killing these 'people', so I feel that if we accidentally offend him, we'll probably be killed by him too..."

Speaking of this, the buzz-cut man pointed to the far east, giving an example:

"Have you forgotten about 'Brother Black Spade' from two months ago? If they hadn't seen that there were many of us, they probably would have caused trouble for us.

But this Brother Zhang is clearly not afraid of our numbers..."

The Brother Black Spade that the buzz-cut man mentioned was a small group.

The leader wielded a fire axe, the second-in-command a machete, and the third a steel pipe.

They were three extremely vicious people.

And in the buzz-cut man's opinion, Brother Black Spade still looked like they would definitely do what they intended to do, and would definitely cause trouble for them in the future.

It's just that he didn't know why, but since their parting two months ago, the buzz-cut man hadn't seen them again.

"Let's wait and see." The tall man shook his head, with some hope: "I feel that this Brother Zhang is different from Brother Black Spade.

Brother Black Spade were originally murderers, and the two people around him were also criminals.

But I think Brother Zhang... is very good?

Think about it; Brother Zhang brought several people with him, and they all wore animal skins like Brother Zhang.

Especially when killing zombies earlier, Brother Zhang didn't let them help.

Isn't that very caring for them? Protecting his friends?"

"Maybe they've known each other for a long time, so they have a good relationship." The buzz-cut man was still afraid to gamble, "But we came out halfway, and it's different for us.

It's like a friend you've known for decades versus a stranger you've known for a few seconds; can that be the same?

Your analogy doesn't hold up at all."

"You can't say that." The tall man shook his head again: "It's also possible that they met halfway. So don't say anything, let's just watch.

Anyway, some people have already tried to contact him; we'll know by watching."

After speaking, the tall man looked towards the entrance of the mall again.

The buzz-cut man stopped talking and looked as well.

Inside the mall.

The air was filled with the smell of rotting meat and vegetables.

After Zhang Feng cleared out a few stray zombies, he glanced around slightly.

Apart from some packaging and dried meat products, things in the refrigerated cabinets were basically spoiled.

But the remaining food packaging and other foods still accounted for the majority of the mall's contents.

'The survivors outside look like there are only a little over a hundred people.'

After Zhang Feng glanced around, he calculated based on the supplies,

'These supplies should be enough to last until the non-main quest is completed; the task is basically no problem.

Furthermore, these hundred or so people can build some defensive facilities, surround the mall, and then cultivate some land nearby.

I have a lot of construction experience in the island survival world.

When we become self-sufficient in the future, even if we rescue other survivors later, the food problem won't be a big problem.

On the contrary, the more people, the better.

The faster the construction, the relatively higher the safety, and I can free up more time to do my own things.

For example, in this world, I can complete the "Zombie Physique" visualization.'

Zhang Feng thought, and then looked at Lao Gao and the others behind him, who were full of excitement.

They had just worked together to clear out the zombies.

Now, after the work was done.

They were carrying large bags of snacks, making the people outside the mall envious.

"Brother Zhang, chicken leg!" After Lao Gao saw Brother Zhang looking over, he tore open a bag of marinated chicken legs, walked a few steps forward, and handed it to Zhang Feng.

But with this handover, this movement, several bags of snacks he was carrying fell.

"No one is fighting with you; what are you carrying so much for?" Zhang Feng reached out and took the chicken leg, stuffed it into his mouth, chewing the bones to pieces.

"How is the water source you were asked to check?"

"Lao Liang and I went to the bathroom to check." Lao Gao laughed: "There's water, and some of the water pipes at the counters can also be used."

"There's also good news." Lao Liang also laughed at this time: "Although the mall's backup circuit is broken, there are several diesel generators in the warehouse. I feel that if the lines are re-laid, they should be able to be repaired."

"Then are you an electrician?" Zhang Feng took a bag of chocolate from A Sheng's arms and ate it, "If you're not, don't mess around."

As Zhang Feng spoke, he looked at the few people outside the mall who were looking at him expectantly.

"Go, ask them if any of them are electricians."

"I'll go ask!" Lao Gao put down the snacks, and then, with Lao Liang, went outside the mall.

"Big brother..." When the few people saw Lao Gao and the others coming out, they were somewhat restrained and greeted them.

'People are coming out...'

At the same time, on the roof, around the building, behind the curtains, everyone's eyes and ears were calibrated to this side.

"Our Brother Zhang said." Lao Gao felt a burst of satisfaction when he saw so many people paying attention to him, "The mall's power supply is broken; who is an electrician, raise your hand now.

We are going to build a survivor base here."

As Lao Gao's words fell, everyone was first stunned, and then there were various thoughts and discussions.

'Base?'

'Are they recruiting for their team?'

"I want to go downstairs! In this broken doomsday, you definitely have to follow the strong!"

"There's food! There's food!"

Lao Gao's words stirred up a thousand waves.

In just three or four seconds.

Someone opened the window and declared: "Me! Me! Boss! I'm an electrician! I used to work in this mall!"

"Me too! I know a little bit too!"

"Big brother! Can you take me with you! You can let me do anything! I'm willing to do anything!"

A cacophony of voices rang out all around, everyone speaking, the noisy chatter also making Lao Gao directly confused.

At this time, footsteps sounded inside the mall.

Zhang Feng walked in front, followed by A Sheng and the remaining two people.

"Quiet." Zhang Feng's voice was not loud, but the steel pipe in his hand tapped on the bloody ground, the unique echoing sound of steel silencing all other sounds.

Everyone quickly quieted down and looked at Zhang Feng with anticipation and pleading.

Zhang Feng looked at them now that they were quiet, and then said: "People who are electricians, raise your hands; the rest of you, don't speak."

"I..."

"Brother Zhang! Me!"

From the buildings on the east and west sides, two people raised their hands.

"Come downstairs." Zhang Feng glanced at the defensive facilities in front of their building entrances, and then looked at the few people who had come downstairs early, "Go help take down those sandbags and stuff."

"Okay... okay..."

They responded and went to work directly.

"Go to the mall and get some chocolate." Zhang Feng looked at Lao Gao again, saying the question that everyone was most concerned about, "Two pieces for each person, and two sausages, let them fill their stomachs first.

In the future, whoever works, gets food."

"Big brother..." Hearing Zhang Feng distributing food, the people in the surrounding buildings were about to speak up and become restless again, wanting to show their profession and demonstrate their value.

But as Zhang Feng turned to look at them, they stopped talking.

Because Zhang Feng's face, although he had washed it slightly before coming, looking like you could recognize his appearance, was still covered in blood.

This image, along with the corpses everywhere, was very intimidating.

"Second thing." Zhang Feng continued to say to them: "Who built these defensive works at the bottom of your buildings?"

"Me!" On the roof of the sixth floor, the tall man raised his hand, because the distance was a bit far, twenty or thirty meters, he said slightly louder:

"Brother Zhang! It's me! I used to be a forensic doctor in the city's police station, but I occasionally like to read about architecture and stuff."

As he spoke, he pointed to the buzz-cut man next to him, who didn't dare to speak, "He also studied civil engineering."

"Okay, come down." Zhang Feng looked at the tall guy and noticed he had a military telescope on his chest.

It seemed he not only helped the surrounding residents build defenses but also served as an 'observer for the collective'.

Of course, most importantly, he was the team's forensic doctor.

As a criminal police officer, Zhang Feng often dealt with forensic doctors and had a natural fondness for them.

"Go get them some bread." Zhang Feng looked at Ah Sheng, who seemed much better, "See if there's a way to warm some water, cook some dried noodles, and find some pickled mustard, too."

"Okay, Brother Zhang." Although Ah Sheng didn't know why Brother Zhang was being so nice to these two, he didn't ask much and went back to prepare.

'They still have hot food to eat?' The people inside the building didn't understand and didn't feel there was anything special about these two.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang!" The tall guy and the buzz-cut guy were only filled with gratitude and solemnly thanked him.

Zhang Feng nodded and looked at everyone, "Third thing, planting. Who knows how?"

There were some crop seeds in the supermarket, and they all looked intact.

"Me!" At this time, seven or eight people raised their hands, all of them older.

And an old man even left his bedside, went back into the room, and then, a minute or two later, brought two flower pots and placed them by the window.

Inside were two small, grown potatoes.

"You are responsible for planting food." Zhang Feng let them come down and looked at everyone else, saying, "You come down in order, behind them.

Come down first, and I'll arrange things."

"Thank you, Brother Zhang!"

As Zhang Feng spoke, everyone excitedly thanked him and then opened their doors, which hadn't been opened for a long time.

For a moment, Zhang Feng could hear the sounds of doors opening and closing.

Besides that, there were no zombie sounds in these buildings.

After two months, these scattered zombies had been slowly cleared by these people.

Of course, they also had ideas about the zombie horde downstairs.

They discussed throwing gas cylinders in front of the mall to create an explosion, or using some fuel to create a big fire to clear all the zombies in front of the door.

But they were afraid that the mall would also be burned down, or that the huge explosion would attract more zombies.

So, the idea was shelved.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng also saw some projectiles on the ground, and some zombies also had injuries from being hit.

These people were also using clumsy methods to clear the zombie horde, but the effect was not great.

… …

About five minutes.

Everyone came down, frightened but excited, and stood in a pile of corpses.

Some people were holding some food, while others had nothing.

Zhang Feng glanced at them and then pointed to the mall behind him, saying, "My idea is to surround the mall, with the second, third, and fourth floors as living quarters and storage for supplies.

So it's very likely that the future base's encirclement will not include the residential buildings you live in.

If you have any food stored, it's best to take it down; I won't take it.

What's yours is yours.

Besides that, as long as you work and contribute to the construction of the base, I will distribute the food in the mall according to your work."

After speaking, Zhang Feng walked into the mall.

'Not taking it? Really?' Some people thought about it and went back to get the food they had hidden.

Otherwise, if the residential buildings were excluded, or if they weren't allowed to enter and exit the mall at will from today, the food would really be wasted. It would be better to eat it now or bring it over.

Moreover, the defenses of the residential buildings have now been dismantled.

If they don't clean up in the future.

They are also afraid that zombies will sneak in, and they are psychologically afraid to go back.

… …

How fast can people work in the apocalypse?

Zhang Feng finally saw it with his own eyes today.

In just one afternoon.

The food on the entire first floor of the mall was emptied and all transported to the fourth floor.

"People upstairs, catch!"

Some people carried it themselves, while others cooperated, throwing it from bottom to top to avoid walking the stairs.

Anyway, the stairwell here was a lively scene, with dozens of people moving things back and forth.

And on the fourth floor.

"Sausages, ten in a whole bag, right? Put them on the east side." Lao Gao is now the logistics manager, sitting at an office desk, constantly recording in his hand.

Ah Sheng and Lao Liang helped Lao Gao, helping him direct people to put things away.

The supplies were all placed in the vacated clothing store to reduce the space occupied.

Otherwise, placing shelves and the like would not only waste manpower but also take up space.

And a few hundred meters outside the mall.

"Brother Zhang asked us to drag it over here…" More than a dozen people were pushing carts, clearing the corpses in front of the mall.

The specific method was to throw them further away because the zombie blood would damage the soil, preventing crops from growing.

Of course, the premise was that a large density of blood covered and eroded for a long time could completely destroy the soil.

If it was just rainwater diluting the blood and washing it onto the land, it wouldn't matter.

At the same time, on the east side of the mall.

"I'm planning to start from the side of the mall first." The tall guy and the buzz-cut guy led three or four strong men with experience in physical labor, wandering around the mall.

They could still clear the scattered zombies around.

And in the back.

"Leader, this cement ground is not easy to dig."

Several people with planting experience were observing the cement ground.

This used to be a small square with a children's playground and fitness equipment, and the area was not small.

"You organize people to flip the floor tiles." Zhang Feng looked at the land and pointed to the fitness equipment area, where there were interlocking bricks, which could be removed.

As for whether they would encounter wires or water pipes during the planting and plowing process, they would just have to be careful at that time.

Besides, even if they dug it up, no property management or municipal government would come looking for them.

So, dig with confidence and plant with confidence.

After arranging everything.

Zhang Feng looked at the old people who went back to call people, and then looked at the tall guy measuring the ground in the distance.

And through the broken glass of the mall.

Zhang Feng's eyes crossed the empty shelves and could still see the others working enthusiastically on the first floor.

Some people were eating while working.

Some people were secretly hiding some small biscuits and candies in their clothes.

But then the people next to him would say a few words to him, telling him to take the things out.

And he really took them out.

Because Lao Gao invented a regulation called 'hiding things' with rewards.

After all, to build a base, there must be some rules.

Under the rules and regulations, these are now public goods.

Zhang Feng would eat when he needed to and record when he needed to, not because 'he was the leader' and had special privileges, but because he was the strongest fighter.

If it weren't for him, this mall couldn't be taken down today, and the food couldn't be obtained.

Of course, he was also using their strength to build the base and help him 'lazy' practice, which he didn't deny, so he distributed the food.

Zhang Feng was still very fair.

… …

In the blink of an eye.

Four months.

Winter arrived.

Dim lights flickered in the mall, and there were several simple solar panels on the roof.

"Phew! It's so cold, damn it!"

Lao Gao rubbed his hands while looking at the young man next to the battery.

This young man was a talent found in the city last month, a small inventor of electricity.

Now there are three hundred and ninety-two people in the base.

"Hey, you." Lao Gao asked the young man, "Is this okay?"

"Don't worry, Vice Leader Gao!" The young man smiled and gestured OK, "The evil wind blew the capacitor inside, and although I don't know where it got such a high temperature in such cold weather, I've already fixed it."

"The motor is also broken."

At this time, Zhang Feng, with equally wild long hair, opened the rooftop door and looked at the young man, "Your few apprentices can't fix it. Go down and take a look, and don't let them get into any more trouble.

Last time, one of your little apprentices was electrocuted. If there hadn't been someone nearby, he would have lost his life."

"Yes! Leader Zhang!" Facing Zhang Feng, the young man didn't dare to be flippant but answered seriously and went downstairs with his toolbox on his back.

"You go down too." Zhang Feng looked at Lao Gao again, "You're also an idiot. Wearing just a leather jacket in such cold weather, you really have the demeanor of a deputy commander.

If he can't fix it in half a day, are you going to freeze to death here?"

"Hehe… I'm really freezing to death…" Lao Gao rubbed his arms and went down.

'Just as crazy as Ah Sheng.' Zhang Feng shook his head, 'But Ah Sheng is already better now.'

Thinking in his heart.

Zhang Feng stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking out at the desolate city in winter and looking at the extra enhancements of [Survivor].

[1: Physique + 2.2]

[2: Elementary Martial Arts, Yunlin Gong]

[3: Martial Arts + 0.7]

Glancing at it.

Zhang Feng chose 2.

Waiting for the memory to merge.

Zhang Feng knew that this martial art had 16 meridians, four of which overlapped with Eight-Step Catching Cicadas.

His own meridians had increased a bit.

Now it reached 18%.

This 18% could resonate together.

'Yunlin Gong, quite tongue-twisting.'

At the same time.

Zhang Feng also estimated it and didn't want to remember the name of any more exercises.

He simply unified its name into Eight-Step Catching Cicadas.

It just so happened that Eight-Step Catching Cicadas was about legs and feet.

Great Demon Subduing Fist was about arms and hands.

Hard Qigong was more comprehensive, but if there was a torso part, then it was the torso.

In the future, if he obtained any more exercises, he would organize them all into these three major categories.

After finishing organizing.

Zhang Feng left the rooftop and returned to the base.