The night is lonely.
The Taoist priest, who had been running for a whole day, tied his waist with a rope and connected it to the branch of the big tree.
About seven or eight meters above the ground, there happened to be a Y-shaped tree branch, which could accommodate him half-leaning on it.
The mountain forest is dense, and the place he is in is a relatively high place in the forest. Looking down, bathed in the moonlight, the leaves below reflect the soft white moonlight, and the stars are like the waves of the ocean, making people feel inexplicably calm.
.
The Taoist priest watched for a while, then slowly closed his eyes. The gentle evening breeze rustled the leaves, and the rustling insects were like hypnotic music. He slowly became sleepy and fell asleep.
"Qingyang, how did you find us?" The senior brother looked at himself in surprise. Behind the senior brother, there were second senior brothers, who were all surrounding him.
He was a little excited and was about to step forward, but out of the corner of his eye, he clearly saw the wounds on the necks of his senior brother and the others that had been bitten by zombies.
His whole body trembled, and he slowly backed away.
"Qingyang, come here, you are the only one left." Senior Brother's voice was as mellow and loving as ever, just like it was in the Taoist temple.
"Qingyang, come here quickly."
The second senior brother waved his hand and shouted towards him.
But when he looked up, he found that the faces of his senior brothers were all rotten, looking like zombies.
He wanted to speak and ask his senior brothers what happened to them and why they could still speak after being infected by zombies.
But his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't make a sound at all.
"Qingyang, come here quickly." The senior brother said again, and it could even be seen from his rotten face that the senior brother seemed to be smiling.
"If you don't come over, then I will come over." Senior Brother and the others suddenly walked over to him.
He looked at the two senior brothers and kept retreating. He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the senior brothers.
"Qingyang, what's wrong with you? Put down your sword. Let's go back to the Taoist temple together and never go down the mountain again. Okay?"
In a daze, he saw that his senior brother had changed back to his original appearance, with no zombie features on his face.
Huhu——
Perhaps because he was too nervous, Qingyang put down his sword and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his senior brother was intact.
I wanted to speak, but I just thought you all had turned into zombies. But when the words came to my lips, nothing came out.
Seeing the senior brothers returning to normal, Qingyang put his sword back into its scabbard and walked over.
"Qingyang, it's okay. I know you must be exhausted, having traveled such a long way to find us." The senior brother said in a soft voice and put his hand on his shoulder.
After hearing his senior brother's words, he felt a little aggrieved. Since the separation, he had been tricked by many survivors and slept in the open. He had to guard against zombies at all times, and his spirit was always tense.
He is too tired.
Suddenly, he felt the hand on his shoulder slowly tightening.
He looked at his senior brother with some doubts, and saw that his face had returned to the zombie look, and then he bit him in the throat.
"Cough cough cough......"
Blood foam kept coming out of his throat, and blood was spurting out of his mouth. He watched in disbelief as the second senior brother also turned into a zombie and walked over, as if he wanted to eat him.
"No!" he shouted suddenly.
At the same time, he sat up on the tree branch and opened his eyes.
There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with fear.
After a few seconds.
Roar--
The roar of zombies under the tree woke him up. He looked around and saw that the moon had risen to the sky. He was sitting on a tree seven or eight meters high with a rope tied around his waist.
Gudong!
He swallowed hard, his throat felt dry and uncomfortable, as if smoke was coming out.
He took off a gourd from his waist, opened the mouth of the gourd, and drank a few large gulps of water.
The burning feeling in my throat disappeared a lot.
Huhu——
He was breathing heavily, and glanced at the zombie under the tree, trying to catch him with all his teeth and claws, but since he was seven or eight meters high in the tree, the zombie was helpless.
The Taoist priest glanced at it and ignored it.
Zombies can't climb trees. If they could, it would be troublesome.
So he stuffed the gourd, put his hands on his shoulders, and looked at the mountains and forests under the moonlight quietly.
I feel inexplicably sad. It has been half a year. There has been no news from my senior brothers and them for half a year.
This journey has been extremely difficult.
When we were going down the mountain, my senior brother said that he wanted to save the world and temper his Taoist heart.
But a wave of zombies separated them, and he set out on the road to find his senior brother. He was disappointed by some of the survivors he met later.
It’s okay not to save people like this.
He was lost for a time, not knowing what he should do or what he should do.
But when he thought of the group of people he met during the day today, he was sure that he definitely didn't know those people.
But those people saved him, which caused a great change in his heart.
Taoist heart sharpens, maybe this is what senior brother said.
He couldn't find his senior brother around, and most importantly, he didn't know where to look. He had been running around like this for more than half a year without any clues.
Simply looking for that group of people might be the way to go.
Qingyang murmured in a low voice, then leaned against the tree again, and closed his eyes.
The zombies under the tree were still roaring, but it had no impact on him. During this time, he had become accustomed to the roars of zombies in his ears, and he could sleep and rest in any environment.
.........
Oil city.
Outside the wall, there were also some materials used to repair the wall. As night came, they lit some small oil pits around them. In the light of the fire, they could clearly see some zombies wandering outside under the wall.
In the cafeteria.
Old Huangtou chewed his food bit by bit, and a tall and thin boy sat next to him.
"Old Huang, why don't we stay? I don't know how far away the Da Zhangshu Base they were talking about is. What if we encounter zombies on the way there?" The tall and thin boy bit down on the dry food in his hand with some confusion.
said.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Old Huangtou swallowed the food in his mouth into his stomach, and then took a sip of water.
He said in a low voice: "What I'm interested in is the four-level system formulated by this Da Zhangshu base. What do you think of those people?"
The tall and thin boy said with some admiration: "They are very strong, very strong. And they are completely different from the motorcycle gangs. They should be good people."
Old Huangtou smiled and said: "The word "good guy" is inappropriate. There are no so-called good guys these days. They are just trying to survive.
But these people have a way of doing things and have some principles, which is enough.
In addition, since these people are so strong, we must try to get as close to them as possible. Only by getting close to them can we live longer."
The tall and thin boy said hesitantly: "But it's the same in the oil city. After the wall is repaired, it will definitely become much safer than before."
"But what if? Those people will definitely leave here later. Maybe for them, the Oil City is just a station to obtain oil. The Big Camphor Tree Base will definitely be much better than here and can withstand risks.
The ability is definitely higher than here."
"How do you know?" the tall, thin boy asked in surprise.
Old Huangtou said speechlessly: "You have a house of your own, and you are willing to decorate it, right? But you rented a house, are you willing to do something special?"
"This is not the same thing..."
Old Huangtou shook his head and said: "Just for example, they will definitely put more effort and energy into the Big Zhangshu Base. We just need to follow them closely. I think this Big Zhangshu Base is not simple.
, the four-level system actually provides a relatively stable development path.”
The tall, thin boy nodded in understanding.
But he looked up and saw Jiuge and the others, their eyes twinkling.
There were originally a lot of people in Oil City Walled City, and many of them had only met each other before and didn't have much friendship with each other.
Last time, Jiu Ge was locked up in the motorcycle gang's lair together. Jiu Ge listened to Lao Huang's words and did not open the door. In the end, they all survived.
This time, Jiu Ge originally planned to stay in Oil City, but when he saw Lao Huang staying, Jiu Ge and the others also stayed.
This old Huangtou has never suffered a loss...
Let's go...the tall and thin boy thought to himself.
.........
Two or three kilometers away from the oil city, there is a small village that has been abandoned for a long time.
Originally, many people in the oil city came from this small village.
At this time, the group of people who were originally enslaved by the Motorcycle Gang and later rescued by Li Yu and the others were staying in this small village.
In small villages and towns, ruins are everywhere.
There were no lights, and scattered zombies were wandering on the dirt roads in villages and towns.
These collaborators were hiding in villages and towns, nervously watching the zombies outside.
There is a small courtyard on the right side of the village. The courtyard wall is slightly intact. There are two big trees inside and two small bungalows behind the big trees.
In the bungalow, the sound of breathing came and went.
"Wannian, have you made up your mind about whether you want to do this or not? You guys are just waiting for you to make up your mind." One of the rough-looking men said in a somewhat impatient tone.
The man called Wannian had a scar on his face.
The moonlight from the window shone in and shone on the man's face. The scar looked like a wriggling insect, looking extremely terrifying.
"Brother Bao, we are actually pretty good now. At least we can have two meals a day after working a day, and we can also save some every day. Isn't this pretty good? Why do we have to fight with those perverts?
The motorcycle gang was so powerful that they were defeated, let alone us people, we couldn't defeat them."
There was a look of hesitation on Wan Nian's face, and he sighed.
When Brother Bao heard this, he said with some hatred: "Come with me."
Wan Nian was a little confused and followed Brother Bao out of the room. After several people walked out of the musty room, Brother Bao pointed to the oil city in the distance. The fire lit up the horizon. The entire oil city
There were even some lights inside, which formed a strong contrast with the darkness on their side.
Brother Bao looked at the Oil City Walled City with some hatred and said: "We are also slaves of the motorcycle gang. According to what they said, we are also collaborators. Why can Old Huangtou and his gang stay within the safe wall? We
I don't care whether you live or die.
What the hell kind of truth is this? I don’t accept it.”
Wan Nian felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the lights in the distance and the wall over there.
But he still said: "After all, Old Huangtou and those people are originally from the oil city, and they also have to rely on labor to earn food."
When Brother Bao heard this, he became even more unhappy and said:
"Bullshit! What an oil city, that group of people also took it from the motorcycle gangs. It's unfair to have anything to do with Old Huangtou and the others.
They were staying safe inside, but we were worried about running outside. The day before yesterday, Lao Mao and his group were eaten by zombies in the middle of the night, and it won't be long before it's our turn.
Moreover, those of us are, at best, cooperators, and at worst, temporary workers. You see, when the wall is repaired, they will definitely no longer care about us, and they will no longer give us food."
As soon as he said this, Wan Nian's eyes were thoughtful and seemed to be moved. What Brother Bao said made sense.
And it's very possible that something like this will happen.
It just doesn't feel right.
After all, those people like me were saved by that group of people, and I don't owe them anything.
how......
Brother Bao saw that his eyes changed from a little moved to hesitant.
So he gave me a strong dose of medicine: "For thousands of years, people have perished for wealth, and birds have perished for food. Now you know this situation well. If the wall is repaired later and there is no food, we all have to look for it. Do you think it can still be done now?"
Did you find any food?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This..." Brother Bao is talking about a very real problem.
The apocalypse has been going on for so long, and the food in the building has been looted several times, and it is basically impossible to find any more food.
Without food, they will starve to death.
Wan Nian said with some hesitation: "What you said makes sense, but if you take a step back and say, those people have guns, what do we have? Besides, there are so many of them monitoring us, no matter what we do, we will die."
Thinking of this gave me a headache. When they were repairing the wall during the day, there would be some guards with live ammunition watching them. They couldn't do anything small at all.
When the Bao Min heard what he said, he was convinced that he had been convinced for thousands of years.
I'm not afraid that he'll be worried, but I'm afraid that he won't dare to think about it.
So Brother Bao said with a smile: "I have thought about this a long time ago. You should have seen it before, who is the leader of those people, remember?"
Wannian frowned and recalled, "I know the young man who came back this afternoon, right?"
"Yes, it's him. Didn't you notice that there was no one to protect him? And the leader often comes to the wall to check the situation. Isn't this our opportunity?" Brother Bao said with a smile on his face.
Wan Nian looked at Brother Bao with some surprise and said, "You mean, you want to start with him?"
Brother Bao smiled broadly, nodded and said, "Yes! To capture the thieves, capture the king first, then bring the emperor with him to command the princes."
Someone from behind said: "Brother Bao, you are so educated."
With a proud look on his face, Brother Bao continued: "Including you, the five of us will see the right moment and control him together.
Hehe, when the time comes, after we have him under control, we can run away immediately if we ask for food or guns, and if we ask for a car, they won't be able to catch up with us."
Wan Nian's eyes were a little moved, and he seemed to be convinced.
But his eyelids kept twitching, and he said: "What if those people ignore the leader and get kidnapped? What if they just kill us by force?"
Brother Bao smiled and said confidently: "Don't worry, after these days of observation, even the middle-aged man listens to him, which means that this group of people care about this young man very much. In a word, do you want to do it?
No more nonsense."
"Yes, Brother Wannian, you are very skilled. With your joining, great things can be accomplished."
"Wannian, don't hesitate, you may not have the chance in a few days."
.....
Several people nearby tried to persuade him.
Wan Nian was heartbroken, raised his head and said, "Sure, count me in!"
Everyone laughed softly.
There was a sudden clang outside the yard, causing several of them to stop laughing and look carefully outside the yard.
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