The moon rose and the sun set.
The air, scorched by the sun's heat, gradually cooled.
Feng Xian filled the last shovel of soil, set up a wooden board, and then nudged a large stone into place.
"Great Grandpa, calligraphy is really difficult for me, so please make do with this."
After speaking, Feng Xian took out a pack of cigarettes and placed them one by one in front of the simple tombstone, lighting them.
"You smoke these first. Your grandson is under a lot of pressure in the human world. I have some left that are still useful. I'll bring you some better ones when I find them later."
The cool night breeze blew gently, but the cigarettes in front of the tomb burned rather slowly. Feng Xian's legs went numb. Twenty cigarettes burned out.
"Sigh..."
...
The sun rose and the moon set.
"Steel fork, straw cape and hat, bucket shoes, is this enough?"
Looking at his equipment, Feng Xian felt like something was still missing. After thinking for a long time, he smacked his head and hurried to the tool used for shaking soy milk, tearing off a spare gauze and wrapping it around his wrist and arm layer by layer.
Then, he set out with full vigor.
He had to take advantage of the morning to get some things done. The broadcast said they needed to clear a safe zone as soon as possible.
Although the countryside had fewer people, advantageous terrain, and plenty of food, it couldn't withstand sneak attacks from the "old six" when chopping wood or carrying water!
So, he decided to visit each household to gather information first.
"Oh, isn't this Uncle Second? Why are you so welcoming? Oh, no need, no need. Oh, oh, oh, how did you fall? Come, come, let me help you."
"Bang!"
The corpse fell to the ground. Zombies were indeed quite clumsy. As long as one made good use of the crooked, uneven terrain, it was possible to deal with them one-on-one or even one-on-two.
After happily seeing off Uncle Second's family, Feng Xian continued on his way.
"Oh my, Cousin, don't be so enthusiastic. I've soaked soybeans at home, and no one has come. Come, Cousin, let me invite you..."
"Great Aunt Second, oh, please don't come to pick me up personally..."
"Third Grandpa, are you home? Oh, yes, you are. Want to come to my place for some tofu?"
"Cousin~ Why does your place smell so good!"
"Nephew-in-law..."
"..."
After going around, no one was willing to come.
The people in the farther households were not his relatives. Today's reconnaissance would end here.
Mainly, his arm was getting tired from swinging. If he ran out of strength, he would be in trouble if something unexpected happened on the way back.
When he returned, it was already close to evening.
At this moment, he still didn't know that zombies became more dangerous at night.
Because he had walked through the area and confirmed that the road was safe, Feng Xian became somewhat careless. He didn't notice the hunters lurking in the woods by the roadside at all.
"Hiss..." A low growl reached Feng Xian's ears as he walked closer.
Sensing something was wrong, he quickly assumed a horse stance, preparing to find a better position.
But after looking around, he found no trace of anyone.
At this moment, he felt like a rookie in CS:GO, anxious about being taunted and unable to find their opponent after a near miss. wap.kanshu伍.net
The unknown fear sent his adrenaline soaring, but lacking special training, he still panicked. He had made up his mind to clear things out today, but it took him two rounds of vomiting to get used to it.
Another unexpected situation arose, and he was starting to falter.
"Rustle rustle..."
An unusual sound came from the haystack nearby. Before Feng Xian could turn around, he was pounced on, and a sharp pain shot through his shoulder.
At such close range, with his arm pinned, the steel fork was completely useless. Fortunately, he wasn't so arrogant as to think he could handle it with just a steel fork. He still had a woodcutter's axe at his waist.
He couldn't hesitate any longer in this situation. He drew the axe and chopped at its neck.
He didn't know how many chops he made before its neck and head separated.
It almost hit Feng Xian himself.
"Hiss—it really hurts."
The zombie's bite force was as fake as it could be. Even through the thick straw and cotton cloth, it could still squeeze his shoulder until it bruised.
He laboriously pulled off the zombie's head still stuck to his straw cape and then looked at it again.
"Third Aunt, what kind of deep hatred do you have for me? You're fifty or sixty years old, and your bite force is stronger than a crocodile's.
Look at how bruised you've made me. If this were to bleed, I'd still have to deal with your anger down there!"
Exhausted, Feng Xian didn't plan to bury Third Aunt.
"I haven't even buried the others yet, so you'll have to wait in line..."
"I'm humming along in my dreams..."
It could only be said that after experiencing extremely intense psychological activity, people would actually become happy and fearless.
A certain well-known saying from a certain "pink pig head" from "Baba Mountain" seemed very correct now.
For the next five days, Feng Xian stayed around his home, exercising his body, taking care of his own farmland, and even looking after his relatives' fields.
Working in the fields himself, carrying manure, watering, and fertilizing, he truly experienced the hardships of the vast farming population.
He repeatedly read the books he brought home: "Das Kapital," "On Protracted War," "Materialism and Empirio-criticism"... He couldn't say whether he had been elevated or strengthened.
He now felt his spirit was incredibly strong, his mind calm and wise, his self-discipline unprecedented, and his faith unwavering.
It was time to explore more vast territories.
On the sixth day, Feng Xian extended his exploration range by two kilometers.
This was already close to the next village.
However, Feng Xian was now like a god of war, finishing off single opponents in two moves, handling one-on-two with ease, and even one-on-many was simpler. The complex terrain of the countryside, the dispersed population, and the aging rural population meant that the current zombies couldn't make much of a splash here.
"This should be the last house. I hope there are survivors."
Feng Xian, well-rested, remained cautious and tapped on the door with his steel fork.
No response.
"Is anyone home? I'm not a bad person! Feng Xian from Beihe Village, with no bad reputation in ten villages and eight townships!"
"Really?" A head popped out from the second floor, its gaze filled with fear and suspicion.
It was a girl. Her hair hadn't been washed in a long time, her strands were matted, her face was dirty, and there were still tear stains. She looked like a scared, crying weakling.
But Feng Xian's faith was firm now. He was confident in delivering a fatal blow to enemies, and he also believed that the original people were kind.
An enemy who had gone mad and tried to kill him had already been dealt with. People who posed a great threat to the lives and property of the people must be punished!
"That's right. True friendship is proved by adversity, and the test of time reveals a person's heart. You probably have no other choice. If I don't take care of you, you'll just become useless and be eaten by zombies, or simply starve to death here. It's better to survive with me. I have no interest in romance or lustful desires right now.
Give me a clear answer!"
The girl upstairs: ?????
He's so assertive, and he seems to be scolding me, but I have no reason to refute him.
(•̅_•̅)
I really seem to have no choice!!
"But there's a monster in my house! I don't dare to come down."
"Where is it? I'll deal with it!"
????
∑(;°Д°)!!!
Shouldn't this be like in the novels, where he turns and leaves?
Who would care about a weakling like me?
Tang Yuanyuan didn't realize that her response to him was the luckiest decision of her life, or perhaps, the most regrettable one.
"Near the doorway on the second floor!"
"Okay!" Feng Xian didn't waste any words and kicked the door open.
Hearing the commotion, the zombie on the stairs lost its footing and tumbled towards Feng Xian.
"It's good that you have this intention."
He raised the steel fork high, and then everything returned to peace.
...
"What's your name?"
"Tang Yuanyuan."
"Have you been exercising these days?"
"No, I haven't even eaten enough."
"Useless!"
"You..."
"You will exercise with me from now on and save more people!"
"How can we save them all?"
"We can save them. Saving one is saving one!"
"You... what are you thinking?"
"Faith will give me strength. Saving people doesn't rely on brute force or impulse; it requires wisdom, planning, and self-awareness."
"..."
"You also need to read books, farm, and learn knowledge from now on."
Tang Yuanyuan: "..."
Can I go back to the second floor and wait for death?!!!
...
Thus, Feng Xian began his hellish special training for Tang Yuanyuan. By the time the full rescue operation began, they had rescued 365 people and established a rural zombie defense alliance. Their strength was formidable, and most importantly, their faith was extremely firm, which was truly commendable.
It was the coldest winter. The rescue forces in the safe zone, bringing the blessings of the gods of gunpowder and steel, crushed all zombies that blocked their path.
The ones who rescued them were two soldiers who looked like children.
"Donghai Flying Shark Special Team, Ye Zhijian, Du Qingyu. Please, survivor representative, cooperate and report the number of people in the camp."
This was announced in advance on the broadcast to prevent chaos.
"Feng Xian, Tang Yuanyuan. Including us, there are 367 people in the camp. Weapons and equipment have been collected. Can we go to the safe zone now?"
"Of course! Comrade! The transport vehicles will arrive in 4 hours. Please confirm the quantity of salvaged goods, exchangeable supplies, and whether any personal belongings have been missed. Once we depart, the vehicles will not turn back!"
"Okay!" Even with Feng Xian's current mental fortitude, he was so excited he almost cried. Suppressing his choked emotions, he waved his hands backward forcefully.
"Comrades, to our new home!!!"