Chapter 81 Jingyuan and Zombie Cleanup

Jingyuan didn't know how long the girl had been frozen here. Her lips were white, her face was weak, and her surroundings were almost covered with snow. She also bled a lot, which was simply fatal.

To be honest, with this kind of injury, even if we take her back to her house now, we may not be able to save her.

There was a circle of zombies around him, so he might have wasted a long time and only rescued one corpse.

No matter how you think about it, this is a thankless job, but she asked Jingyuan for help, she said, help me.

Jingyuan gritted his teeth, took off his down jacket, and used a file and spear to poke the clothes into the iron cage.

"Put the down jacket on, I need some time to rescue you from the cage." Jingyuan said, taking out drinking water and cans from the travel bag.

He felt that the girl probably didn't have the strength to unscrew the bottle cap or open the can, so he helped her loosen the bottle cap, and opened half of the gap in the can for her, and thoughtfully placed an iron spoon inside the can.

He tied a rope to the spear, tied a bow to the mouth of the mineral water bottle, and carefully hung the bottle down.

The girl had the clean down jacket draped over her shoulders and stared at the water bottle in a daze. After looking at it for a while, she finally realized what she was doing. With her frozen hands, she awkwardly opened the knot and took out the bottle of drinking water.

Jingyuan used the same method and put down a box of canned luncheon meat. Needless to say, the girl also started to drink water and scoop out the meat with a spoon.

She lowered her head, hugged the can, and huddled in the small down jacket. Her hair was disheveled like a beggar, and crystal tears flowed down her cheeks, reflecting the firelight.

Jingyuan sighed and put in the radio: "If you feel scared, just play some music."

After saying that, he jumped off the wall from the other side and stood by the burning factory building to warm himself up.

He picked up the eggplant knife and weighed it.

The only way to rescue the girl from the iron cage is to kill all the zombies.

The smell of living people and blood has driven the zombies completely crazy, and he can't attract them away with any movement. He can only go out and smash the heads of these zombies one by one with the eggplant knife.

Only in this way can the girl be rescued safely. Moreover, he does not have much time. The fire in the factory is already spreading towards this direction. Those survivors who left originally wanted to use this fire to save the girl and the zombies together.

Burned to ashes.

Hundreds of zombies must be killed before the fire spreads to the wall.

To do this, he must supplement his nutrition.

He ate a can of beef and a pack of compressed biscuits, drank a whole bottle of water, and roasted himself by the fire until his body was slightly hot, and his joints, which had become obscured by the low temperature, were lubricated. At the same time, because of the smell of blood, he was a hundred times more energetic.

Soothing music sounded from the other side of the wall. The girl seemed to have pressed the play button, and Jingyuan also heard a faint singing voice.

She was singing, her voice hoarse and dry.

Jingyuan patted his face, unloaded all the extra things, including firearms, and put them in the travel bag.

He didn't want to get his sweater dirty, so he took it off, and his strong muscles held up the only black vest he had left.

Putting on his rubber gloves and goggles, he walked slowly towards the zombie group and stopped at the outermost edge.

He raised the eggplant knife, pointed the blade at the neck of a zombie crowding in, grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and swung the blade fiercely like a baseball player.

A pool of black blood spattered on his face. The severed head was like a home run baseball, spinning high and making a dent in the snow. The headless body fell to the ground with a sound.

No zombies paid attention to him. The enthusiastic zombies were still pushing forward, like a celebrity meeting scene.

It was just convenient for Jingyuan, who was like a farmer holding a sickle, harvesting the ears of wheat.

The tongues of fire jumped more and more fiercely, setting off a heat wave. The snow melted into water, soaked in black blood, and penetrated the ground.

Heads fell to the ground one by one, corpses fell one after another, and the smell of rotten blood on Jingyuan became stronger and stronger. In this extremely cold weather, the eggplant knife was inevitably stained with carrion and bone fragments.

The flames spread to the wall, and the fire illuminated everything, but the smell of embers could not cover up the disgusting rancid smell.

"95,96,97"

Every time Jingyuan cut off a head, he counted it in his mind. His body was already splattered with blood, and his blood-red eyes looked like a ferocious ghost, a butcher who had killed thousands of people, and his whole body was filled with evil aura.

"107,108,109."

Finally, when he counted to 109, there was no other standing creature around except him.

Behind the iron cage was a raging fire, and the bodies beside the wall were already in flames.

Jingyuan stood in front of the iron cage and looked at the thin girl.

"rock Me."

"The spring breeze is blowing. It's Grandma's Bridge."

"Hoot. Yell."

"The sound of frolicking through the alley"

Jingyuan broke the lock on the iron cage, opened the cage door, took off his gloves and blood-stained goggles, and stretched out his hand to the singing girl.

He thought that this look must have been scary, but there was no fear in the girl's eyes. She regained some of her energy, crawled towards the cage door like a cat, and handed her hand to Jingyuan's palm.

The fire was almost over, Jingyuan wrapped her thin body with a down jacket, picked her up by the waist, and then realized that she had fainted.

He put his travel bag on his back, looked around, and took a fancy to a warehouse opposite the factory building.

All the zombies around here have been killed by him, so resting nearby is the best choice.

He endured the strong bloodlust and carried the girl into the warehouse.

This is a warehouse for storing sundries, about thirty to forty square meters, about the same size as a small classroom. There are benches, tables, brooms, and some heavy machinery in the warehouse.

He gently put the girl on a mat, found an iron basin, chopped some wooden tables and stools to use as firewood, and started a fire.

He tested the girl's breathing. It was very weak. Her whole body must be very cold. She could not let her continue to lose her temperature. He finally rescued her. If she froze to death like this, it would be a great loss to her grandma's family.

Jingyuan immediately built a simple stove to boil water, and moved the girl to the brazier so that the firelight could illuminate more of her.

He was too dirty and did not dare to touch the girl directly for fear that the black blood mixed with mold would infect her.

Before treating her injuries, he had to clean off the stains on her body, but the clean water had been used up. After thinking about it, he went to the snow and used the white snow as cleaning powder to rub on his body.

Just like using sand or plant ash for cleaning, the snow can also be used for "bathing".
Chapter completed!