I kicked the accelerator, and the troop carrier sprinted out suddenly, and put my head out of the car window and shouted, "Just forget it."
Thinking of the lesson from the past, I don't want to be the same as Zhao Chengbing, being killed by this grandson with a thumbtack.
In the rearview mirror, Zhou Guoping jumped around his feet and cursed. Suddenly, Mu Ziting and I laughed.
One year later, the Central Plains...
On an abandoned country road, a gray troop carrier was driving alone.
It was the beginning of May, and the weather was neither cold nor hot. The wind rushed into the car, and it was very comfortable.
Four years and nine months have passed since the catastrophe. On the village roads where no vehicles have been driving for a long time, weeds are growing luxuriantly. The grass roots have cracked the cracks in the road, leaving the road scarred and even more fragmented.
The man driving the troop carrier was a man with a stubborn face. He was not very old, but he had a face of weather and frost. There was a deep vertical line between his brows, which was because of frequent frowning.
The car stereo, the volume is adjusted to the maximum, the sound is harsh and deafening. Such a high decibel is simply self-abuse.
Only when he looked at the mighty lightning next to him, there was a hint of kindness in his stern eyes.
This person is me.
In the past three hundred days, I was alone, swimming around, only lightning stayed by my side.
The last days are cruel, and people around them die one by one, or they just disappear without a trace.
Once separated, the chance of encountering again on this vast land is almost zero.
It is true that death will always happen to everyone, but I just survived.
In this fortune, there seems to be some kind of curse—especially for a lonely person.
I was not taken away from my life, or even intact, only the endless vicissitudes of life were left.
The vicissitudes of life are a sign of a living person, witnessing death, sorrow, and desolation deep into the bones of one's bones.
A deserted village appeared in front of it. There were more than 30 farm houses sparsely distributed on both sides of the village road. The road signs at the entrance of the village were painted with "cherry" with red paint.
The three big characters "village" are wind and rain, the handwriting is mottled, and the paint is seriously falling off.
As the name suggests, the house on the roadside is full of cherries, which are as bright red as fire, with the brilliance of fire.
On the seventh day of walking with me, Mu Ziting insisted on staying in Fenghuanggou, which is a large-scale scenic spot.
I persuaded her at the time that Fenghuanggou was too close to the city, only an hour’s drive away. Beware of zombies or night demons in Yuncheng, a big city with a population of over five million.
Moreover, the scenic area is safe to guard. Even if she is unwilling to wander around, her heart is like a wood, and she is tired of this cold world, she should find a safer place to live in seclusion.
Mu Ziting shook her head: "I don't want to go anymore." Although her voice was small, her tone was decisive.
I didn't want to force others, so I agreed, and drove the troop carrier around the scenic spot for two days, and found her an ideal place-Fairy Cliff Resort.
Fairy Cliff has a dangerous terrain. There is only one steep road leading to the top of the cliff. There are four or five hotels on the top of the cliff, all of which are reinforced concrete buildings with more than two hundred guest rooms.
Not to mention the beauty of the scenery, the resorts of this size have abundant food and supplies that the hotels had prepared before the disaster. Mu Ziting did not have to worry about food if he stayed.
Mu Ziting caught the eye right here, and because the edge of the cliff top was picked out with thick steel pipes, there were seven or eight bird's nest-shaped glass huts hanging in the sky, facing the abyss, with unique ingenuity. A walkway was built with steel bars and logs, leading to the door.
The house is not big, about ten square meters, but it is elegantly furnished, with a bed, a sofa, and a rocking chair with a wooden pattern. It is called "Love's Hut".
Mu Ziting said excitedly: "Even if zombies and night monsters accidentally come to the top of the cliff, I drill into the glass house and they won't be able to catch me."
I shook my hand quickly: "Don't, you must not do such silly things. You can see through the glass house. If you hide in, don't want to go out again."
Mu Ziting knocked on the glass: "So what? Such thick tempered glass, even the night demon can't break it."
I glanced at her: "The zombie night demon saw a living person,
Will you give up the prey you get? They will keep guarding until you starve to death. "
Mu Ziting stuck out her tongue: "Yes, thank you for reminding me." He looked up at me, "Or you can stay."
I thought about it and said, "I'll be back in a while." Deep down, I still want to find Alice and Ming Han.
Mu Ziting understood what I meant, flat her mouth: "The earth is so big, can you find it?"
I sighed and didn't speak.
There are still a small number of zombies remaining in the resort. It took me three days to clean them all up, and the corpses were all left under the cliff.
In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun was golden, cutting Mu Ziting's pretty figure more gracefully.
She stood on the edge of the cliff and asked me: "Are you leaving tomorrow?"
I said: "Yeah."
She said: "How long will you be back?"
I said: "One month, who knows?"
Mu Ziting gave a "um" and said half-pay: "Let's live in the glass house tonight."
But Fairy Cliff is really not a safe place. Two days later, I gave Mu Ziting a sun-shooting crossbow and accompanied by lightning. I drove down the mountain alone to find a safer place.
This trip went smoothly. On the eighth day of my descent, I found a scenic spot that imitated the construction of an ancient city more than 200 kilometers away from Fenghuanggou.
Since it is a scenic spot, there is definitely no shortage of food and supplies. The four walls are eight or nine meters high, and even the Night Demon can't climb it.
What's even better is that seven or eight wells have been drilled in the "Ancient City", and water is convenient.
I was overjoyed and returned overnight. When I reached the top of Fairy Cliff, I was dumbfounded.
Between the glass huts, spider silk entangled seven or eight big webs, and on each web, there was a giant spider, colorful and wriggling.
There was a chill in my heart, and my heart almost stopped beating. Mu Ziting suddenly appeared in the third glass room, with a disheveled hair, already starved to death into a corpse.
The tempered glass is still intact, but the door of the house is so tightly wrapped with spider silk that spiders can't get in, and Mu Ziting can't get out.
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