There is a small town in the north of the new area, called QC Town, with a population of about 20,000.
Wang Xiaoqiang had already introduced this information to Luffy, but what made Luffy a little curious was that when his mental power extended, there were only a few carriers in the entire town that could allow him to attach his mental power. This was unscientific.
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So Luffy thought of a possibility: the entire town had been cleared of zombies.
It's not impossible, there are still many talented people in this world.
He, Luffy, is one of them, and so are the fallen angels. If it wasn't for bad luck, meeting Luffy and causing them to withdraw from the historical stage of doomsday in advance, if they were given enough time, they would definitely be able to go further.
Maybe he will even dominate one side.
Therefore, he was not surprised when this happened.
But he was very curious about how the people in this town cleaned up the whole town.
How did it evolve?
Or are they just ordinary people?
Or maybe an ogre?
So, after a night's rest, Luffy decided to go find out.
.......
At the same time, in the southeast of the new district, Xiao Xiaoling also woke up faintly from an abandoned car. She rubbed her hazy sleepy eyes, picked up half a bottle of mineral water from her side, took a big sip, and pocketed some water from her side.
A half piece of bread that was as hard as a rock was taken out of the plastic bag.
The bread is very dry, so it can be stored for such a long time.
She took a hard bite, which was very tiring. After biting off a piece, she had to soak it in her mouth with saliva for a long time before she could chew it.
It took her nearly twenty minutes to eat half a piece of bread.
She is not in a hurry, and knows that she cannot be in a hurry. Whether it is eating or rushing, as long as she does not die, she has plenty of time.
No matter what you do, you can't be in a hurry. If you are anxious, you will be reincarnated.
So even though she only traveled more than three kilometers all day yesterday, she was not in a hurry and was very satisfied.
At least she encountered several waves of zombies, but she survived them all.
After eating and drinking, she looked around her and saw that there was no movement as far as she could see. Then she gently opened the door to a gap, then put her ear to the gap and listened carefully.
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Her line of sight was blocked and her visual distance was not far, so she had to use her hearing to determine whether there might be danger around her.
After listening for more than ten minutes, she found no danger. She drank the remaining mineral water and slowly got out of the car.
She will continue to repeat what she did yesterday.
First, she still had to soak her whole body with gasoline and prepare a day's supply of gasoline.
Two days of experience told her that the volatility and pungent smell of gasoline would cut off her breath, and yesterday she discovered that she remained motionless even if she was covered in gasoline, even if ordinary zombies passed by her.
You will find her, and the smell of gasoline can also confuse the smell of life in her breathing.
The second-level zombie the day before yesterday didn't find her either.
This gave her a good inspiration.
Whenever possible, she would never fight a zombie, even if it was to hide or crawl.
Being familiar with the road, she first filled all the empty cups she had with gasoline, and then stuffed them separately into a backpack containing several pieces of clothing.
The cups were found from abandoned cars. Compared with plastic beverage bottles, these cups make no sound whether they are squeezed or when gasoline is poured into them.
They were stuffed separately into the backpack containing the clothes to prevent the cups from colliding with each other and making noise.
Then the gasoline drenched her whole body again. She held the wrench and carefully observed her body again. After making sure it was safe, she took steps.
The gasoline was evaporating, taking away a lot of heat from her body. She gritted her teeth hard to prevent them from stumbling.
I walked about a hundred meters and could no longer walk.
This is the farthest distance they have ever cleared. In addition to the zombies wandering on the road, there may also be zombies in the car.
So she gritted her teeth and slowly lay on the ground.
After staring straight ahead for a whole moment, she got up.
Compared with walking with legs, crawling is much more laborious and slow.
She didn't know how long it had been, but her arms were in terrible pain and her clothes were frayed.
Suddenly, through the gap under the car, she saw four feet.
"At eleven o'clock, on the left side of the road, there are two zombies about twenty meters away!" She said in her mind, stopped at the same time, and then observed again with herself as the center.
"Well, there are no zombies on the right side of the road!"
Gritting her teeth, she crawled toward the right side of the road at an extremely slow speed. She was very careful not to make a sound.
During this process, she also had to pay attention to whether there were zombies in the surrounding vehicles. If there were any, she would have to spare them.
Compared with yesterday, the road ahead today is even more difficult.
At this speed, she estimated that she would not be able to walk one kilometer in a day.
However, she did not back down, but became even more determined.
If this process was easy, then all the previous companions would have escaped one by one, and they would not have been bullied by the five thugs.
I just hope that good things come to an end!
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Tunnel shelter.
"Brother, we have lost nine people in two consecutive days, and we have no one to send anymore! And the people who escaped yesterday said that there was a high-level zombie nearby, at least level two! Even if we send out more people, they will just be beaten by meat buns.
, and there is no return! So, are we?"
Scarface sat in the car, squinting his eyes.
He was considering Chu He's proposal.
He lost nine people at once, which made him feel a little bit pained, and if he went out again, he would definitely be like Chu He said, a meat bun beating a dog.
But the remaining twenty-three people, including the five of them, still had to eat and drink.
It seems like that's all.
So he nodded.
Half an hour later, everyone in the tunnel gathered together again to receive the lecture.
But this time, everyone felt that in addition to the evil aura on the faces of the five leaders, there was also a faint murderous look on their faces.
No one dared to speak, and just stared blankly at the five people sitting in front of them.
The scarred man stood up from his seat and said seriously, "Everyone knows that there is a high-level zombie outside the tunnel, so we can't get out!"
Of course no one answered the call.
The scarred man continued, "But there are still so many of us who need to eat and drink. What should we do? What should we do? Can anyone give us some advice?"
Still no one dared to answer.
They all knew that these five thugs already had an idea in mind, and if they spoke at this time, they would definitely be regarded as a thorn in their side.
"I have a way to make everyone live longer. Maybe after a while, the second-level zombie will leave and we can go out again!"
Everyone raised their heads.
The scarred man waved his hand, and a person on the side took out a box.
He came to the seventeen people and said, "Everyone, there are seventeen lots here. Each of you draws one, and one of the lots is marked. Those who drew the left and right marked lots, I'm sorry, we need your donation."
Give up your life!"
"What?"
"How could you do this?"
At this time, everyone understood that they were going to...
"You have guns. As long as you go out, you can kill the zombie. Why..."
The scarred man shrugged his shoulders and said, "You also said it's possible, not certain!"
"I'll fight with you!" One of the men waved his fist and rushed towards the thugs holding the box.
It's just that due to long-term malnutrition, his steps are a little light.
"Snapped!"
The scarred man waved the butt of his rifle, and with one swift step he met the man and knocked him to the ground.
The man let out a scream.
Just as he turned around, he received another heavy blow on his head.
"ah!"
The man was knocked unconscious.
Despite this, the scarred man did not stop, and continued to swing the rifle and hit the man on the head.
Once, twice...
It wasn't until he was tired from smashing that he stopped.
Then he looked at the frightened sixteen people, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, you are lucky, you don't have to draw lots for the time being..."