Although we were shivering from the cold, the boss and I were still in high spirits. It was not that we had forgotten the people who had just died, but that hope came so suddenly, suddenly lifting two people on the verge of despair from the bottomless sorrow.

Pulled it out.

The boss's mood is obviously much better than before. He is no longer so melancholy and heavy. He gradually talks to me more while riding on the horse. This is by no means what I expected. Although the wound hurts and although he is cold,

Even though I was shivering, I still wanted to thank the river, the car, the joke, and the sudden, long-lost hope...

After walking forward for nearly ten kilometers, the ruts on the road disappeared. Suddenly, we found that the turning point on the opposite side vaguely looked like a tunnel. So we hurried over and hurried over.

"It's our jeep!"

I shouted happily, jumped off the horse and rushed over.

There was no one in the car. The tunnel entrance was blocked by several large rocks, making it impossible for cars to pass.

"They should be looking for accommodation nearby."

The boss repeatedly checked the car body and found that the jeep was intact, so it must have not been in danger.

At this time, a van parked not far away caught his attention again.

"This...isn't this the van we drove from school?..."

The boss is right. This is indeed the van we drove out of the school cafeteria. We have never seen it since it was driven away by three Americans. This van is now parked here, which surprises us.

It’s too strange. Thinking of the dirty deeds of those three Americans, the boss and I couldn’t help but worry about the safety of the other six people. Will they encounter those three evil beasts again!...

Without any hesitation for too long, we tied up our horses and walked quickly towards the mountain path on one side.

Looking at the red carvings on the stone in front of the tunnel, this ridge should be called "Fo Ling". The name of Mercy Pudu, the beautiful and beautiful scenery, there are very few zombies here, and there is no sense of doomsday crisis. Looking from a distance, half of the ridge is

There is a house surrounded by a fence made of felled trees. The wood has been sharpened, making it difficult for zombies to break in.

We quietly approached the fence, and suddenly we saw the male owner of the house inside, stabbing the zombies wandering outside the fence with a spear. Judging from his movements, he must be a veteran of zombie hunting. After killing the zombies, he actually picked up the iron hook on the ground and put it to death.

He hooked into the fence and was about to reach out to look for something. When he saw two people standing outside the fence, he stopped and quickly opened the door to let us in.

The owner’s name is Jia Hongke, we call him Uncle Jia. He is in his forties, very enthusiastic, and you can tell by his face that he is a kind person. He hadn’t seen anyone passing by for a long time, and suddenly he met two living young people, so he was excited

It was so great that he tried his best to invite us into the house to rest.

He invited us to sit on the kang, then filled the kang hole with a basket full of dead leaves, lit a fire, and the kang head gradually started to heat up.

The eldest brother and I took off our cotton-padded jackets and lay on the warm kang. The warmth of home immediately made us feel very comfortable.

The hot kang in my hometown is definitely the warmest place in my memory. A raging flame ignited at the bottom of the kang. After a while, the big kang made of blue bricks and stone slabs began to get hot, even a little hot, but this kind of heat is also

It's so gratifying. When I was a kid, I always used to find a mattress to spread out on, and then wrap my buttocks naked in a quilt. Listening to the straw in the kang hole being burned, I felt that the whole world was so warm and beautiful...

…several times, the mattress was scorched by the hot kang, and I was spanked several times for this matter…

The hot kang at Uncle Jia's house suddenly made me fall into endless contemplation. I suddenly realized that I was a little homesick. It was not worry or concern, but the longing for my childhood that came from the bottom of my heart...

After Uncle Jia finished filling the fire, he came over, sat on the kang with us, and asked us about our origins.

The boss and I recounted our experiences in detail, and it actually took us an hour. Only then did we realize that our experiences were so tortuous, and that if we connected so many stories together, we wouldn’t be able to complete them in an hour and a half.

I won’t be able to finish talking in a moment.

Uncle Jia was obviously stunned by our thrilling survival process, and couldn't help but admire the two young and strong men in front of him.

"Uncle Jia, how do you live here alone?"

The boss and I asked with concern, always feeling that the nearly fifty-year-old man in front of us had an unusual past.

Uncle Jia sighed, with a trace of pain in the corners of his eyes. He told us such a story...

Half a year ago, he did not live here, but in a village near the city not far to the north. On the day the zombie virus broke out, he took his wife, daughter, and 70-year-old father to a village on the edge of the city.

He took refuge in the bank. His decision was undoubtedly a wise one, because it was all covered with super-tempered glass and zombies could not break in. He thought he would hide in the bank for a while and wait until the outside calmed down before going back. But he never thought that the zombie virus

Once the news spread, it could no longer be controlled. The government sent a large number of troops into the city to search and rescue, but they were all wiped out.

At that time, there were two staff members, a man and a woman, in the bank, and later two soldiers hid in the bank.

In the beginning, the surviving people in the bank had a very harmonious relationship. After all, they were compatriots who lived together in the apocalypse. Everyone looked after each other and encouraged each other, hoping that one day they could all come out of the shadow of the bloody age.

A few days later, a small amount of food hidden by the bank staff was discovered, which aroused strong dissatisfaction. The soldiers had a conflict with them, which eventually developed into a physical conflict. During the dispute, a short soldier fired his gun.

The fire accidentally occurred and the male staff member was shot dead.

No one present dared to speak, they just held their heads tightly and crouched in the corner. The soldier also blamed himself for his mistake. He realized that he had committed a crime and he became an out-and-out murderer.

The body was parked at the door of the bank hall, and everyone else moved into the studio. The studio is a place where money is processed, and there is naturally a lot of money there. Another tall soldier immediately exposed his greedy nature.

He loaded a bag full of banknotes and wanted to escape while the situation was calm outside. Although the female staff member tried her best to stop him, he ignored her and even threatened the people present with a gun.
Chapter completed!