Chapter 101 Jingyuan and Contentment Changle

Tang Xue's appetite was very small, and she was satisfied with a small bowl of porridge, a bowl of tomato soup and a baked potato.

She still can't adapt to eating too much food. She said that if she forced herself to eat, she would feel a vomiting sensation in her stomach.

Jingyuan said he would wash the dishes later. He used chopsticks to break a small piece of sausage, scooped up a bowl of dry rice soaked in soup, and put it at his feet.

This was fed to Xiaobai, who had been hanging around his feet for a long time. He buried his head and ate happily, swaying his tail. Obviously, Jingyuan was not so active in cooking on weekdays.

Jingyuan couldn't finish such a large table of food, so he put the leftovers in the fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator. He didn't have to cook tomorrow. When boiling water, he could just steam them and eat them directly.

At this moment, the generator was still on, the upper door of the refrigerator was opened, and the light came on. He unplugged the refrigerator to avoid wasting electricity.

He has always used the refrigerator as a cabinet and did not expect it to have any freezing and preservation functions. In this weather, there is no need to power up the refrigerator. The temperature is cold enough. If he really needs to keep anything frozen for a long time, he will move it to the basement.

There is a freezer filled with ice cubes.

He was very satisfied with this meal. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the most satisfying meal he had eaten in this world.

Although I can't taste anything as usual, tonight the lights and air conditioning are on in the room. Although the food on the table is not very rich, it makes people like it.

The hall was neither dark nor cold, and there was someone talking to him. He even felt that it would be good to live like this from now on.

With his current fighting power and physical strength, he no longer needs to worry about food. When spring comes, he can grow vegetables in the yard. As for the meat and protein he needs, he can always find a source. The southern suburbs are surrounded by mountains and rivers, no big deal.

Then go hunting in the mountains.

The ecological environment in the southern suburbs on the edge of the city is considered very friendly. If we follow the "beehive theory" deduced by Tang Xue, then there should be a narrow area separated from another "beehive" in the mountains and woods further away.

A safe zone is the right place. There will be some wild animals there, such as fish and wild boars. With such a huge mountain at your back, isn’t it easy to feed two people?

Why risk his life to fight against those mutated creatures whose details he doesn't know? And he doesn't know what he can get in return, such as the so-called "evolutionary materials", God knows what he will become.

The snake gallbladder he took out earlier was okay, and he probably knew it had something to do with snakes, but like the "small mold colonies", he was really afraid that after he used it, those molds would grow all over his body and turn him into a

A monster with moss-like skin. Thinking of this possibility, the mutant with deformed eyes protruding outward like a goldfish couldn't help but appear in front of my eyes. I felt extremely sick.

He remembered that the mutated weavers were like that. Some feathers fell off, and the exposed skin was entangled with black mycelium. Although the degree of decay was not high, it still looked disgusting. If the fire hadn't scorched all the weavers, he would have really

I don't even want to touch it with my hands.

After more than ninety days of research, he basically figured out that mutant creatures would actively attack him, so they would be marked as hostile monsters, and humans were new blood to him, so they would be used as event rewards.

The information obtained was all based on his "zombie" identity.

Then this "evolution" is very clear. Will it change in a direction that is more human-like according to his ideas, or will it change from a monster's perspective and become more like a monster?

Thinking with your heels, you can also know which side has a higher probability.

He has always been a person who is content with the status quo. He just lost his sense of taste. He is not going to die. There are some people who are born without a sense of taste. Why don't they survive well?

He can also suppress that kind of bloodthirsty desire. Although it is uncomfortable to endure it all the time, he can still control it as long as he wants to. Hasn't he always been so patient?

He thought carefully about what he still lacked, while washing the dishes.

He thought he would have food and shelter. Apart from the lack of electricity and water, this big villa was much more comfortable than his original rental house.

In terms of material conditions, they are not actually very scarce. On the contrary, as Tang Xue said, his life is almost a "fantasy" in this dilapidated and gloomy world.

In terms of mental state, during the initial period, he had the experience of going crazy, but now he has stabilized. Even if he is alone, he will not be tempted to commit suicide. Moreover, Feng Lun is now accompanied by Tang Xue. Over the past few days, he didn't feel lonely at all, and instead felt more and more relaxed.

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with living like this.

What kind of bicycle do you need? Is it possible that you want to go around eating evolution and turn yourself into Kun?

He doesn't have any lofty ideals. He feels that he should be content with his current state of life.

It is impossible for the world to return to its original state. Listening to Tang Xue talk about the miserable situation in the gathering place of survivors, he felt a sense of sadness in his heart. Those followers of the death cult cut off their tongues, gouged out their eyes, and covered their heads with paper bags. , without saying anything or looking, just kneeling on the beach, listening to the sound of the waves, waiting to die.

This is not a sect at all, just a death ritual.

What do those who wish to die think of before they die?

What did they see and hear in the white foam that floated and shattered with the waves?

Do you think of the days when your family, friends and loved ones were still around? Do you recall in pain the bustling and colorful city?

The world was once so beautiful. Jingyuan felt that they dug out their eyes just to make their memories more complete. They cut out their tongues just to prevent themselves from crying. They knelt on the beach and just felt the waves. The sound can wash away their scarred hearts.

Compared with those people, Jingyuan feels that he is much luckier.

At least, he knows that this is not his world. His family, his friends, and his favorite animation authors and favorite novel writers are all living well in another world.

He was the only one who died suddenly after staying up late, and he was the only one who suffered such misfortune. He didn't have to worry about his parents turning into those man-eating monsters. The anime novel he hadn't finished was still being serialized smoothly in another world. , maybe he can't see the ending, but there is always someone who can see the ending for him.

Can he accept living like this?

After rinsing the plate, he stood on the metal water rack and looked back at Tang Xue, who was knitting a scarf.

He didn't hate Tang Xue, he even felt that he couldn't find a better human being than Tang Xue who could communicate with him.

Regardless of whether Tang Xue was pretending or not, at least after knowing that she was a monster that could eat people, she was still willing to sleep on the same bed with him and hug him.

He didn't dare think about what would happen if he met other humans in the gathering place. Who would be willing to embrace a monster infected by fungus and claiming that he still retains human thoughts?

Even an AIDS patient begging for a hug on the street will be criticized, given a blank look, and discriminated against. As an inhuman being like him, it is easy to imagine what kind of malice he will suffer. He feels that he can no longer be

To reveal his true identity to another person.

In fact, he didn't take the initiative to tell Tang Xue. Tang Xue guessed it, so he confessed.

If Tang Xue hadn't punctured the window paper, he probably wouldn't have dared to confess. Just thinking of the screams and panic shouts from others made him feel suffocated.

He asked himself again, could he accept this kind of life?

Accept that you are a monster, accept that you will always have to endure this blood lust that will never go away, accept that you will never taste any delicious food again.

It seemed that it was not so difficult to accept. If he could just live so plainly until the day he died, it seemed that it would not be bad, he thought.
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