Chapter 120 Camp in the Sewers

"Come on, uncle, let's go see your place."

Han Shuo walked up and slung the backpack over his shoulder.

The uncle stayed in the same spot. Han Shuo and the other two surrounded the giant rat zombie. Although he couldn't understand what they were saying or what they were doing, and he was even a little confused, he was still a little puzzled by their actions of collecting the turbid liquid.

But the uncle didn't ask any more questions. He knew that he could know what he was supposed to know, and there was no need to ask what he wasn't supposed to know.

Sometimes, it's because of talking too much that trouble comes from what one says, especially since the four of them aren't even that familiar with each other.

From this, it seems that the uncle is very sensible.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you there. By the way, my name is Chen Hai."

The uncle happily led the way, and briefly introduced himself.

"Han Shuo." Han Shuo responded with a single sentence.

And so, Chen Hai went first, followed by the three others, and together they headed to the camp in the sewers.

Along the way, the fat man once again used his special skill to chat with Chen Hai.

Han Shuo was also relieved, and he and Li Shurou followed behind, exchanging a few casual words.

Through casual conversation, Han Shuo learned that Chen Hai was exactly 50 years old this year and used to be a chef.

To his surprise, Chen Hai was actually the leader of their camp.

After hiding in the sewer, Chen Hai quickly found a fairly spacious platform.

Simple set up camp there; although the smell was unpleasant, it felt incredibly safe.

There were no zombies, not even a single infected creature was found.

However, rats would occasionally arrive, but fortunately, the rats he encountered were all normal and not infected by the Ice Crystal Virus.

And so, by eating rat meat and some other food, they managed to survive.

Later, like Chen Hai, he found other survivors who had hidden in the sewers one by one. They gradually gathered together and formed a small encampment.

After listening to Chen Hai's description, Han Shuo couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Sigh, it's a luxury to be alive these days. Even in a filthy place like the sewers, anyone who manages to hide there is a lucky one."

Soon, Han Shuo and his two companions arrived at Chen Hai's campsite in the sewers.

"Uncle Hai is back?"

"Uncle Hai, are those three also new survivors?"

"Uncle Hai, my mother's health has not improved."

...

As soon as Han Shuo stepped onto the spacious platform, he heard a cacophony of sounds around him.

These words were all a greeting to Chen Hai.

Upon closer inspection, the camp was fairly well-lit, with torches placed every few meters along the walls.

These torches were scattered around the camp.

As soon as the four entered from outside the pipe, a young survivor used his bare hands to block the pipe's exit with a crudely made, handcrafted door panel.

Han Shuo frowned and quietly placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it at any moment.

After observing for a while, he finally removed his hand from the hilt of the knife.

Because there was no hint of malice on the faces of these survivors.

Han Shuo understood. Although the sewers were relatively safe, with so many people gathered here, some precautions were still needed. Blocking the only exit with a door would make the people here safer.

Based on current observations, the young survivor did not do anything else malicious except to close the door.

"Go sit in the middle, there's a fire there, it'll be warmer."

"good."

Chen Hai continued to lead the three of them inside, while Han Shuo carefully examined the survivors.

Everyone's clothes were tattered and torn. It seemed that Chen Hai wasn't lying; he really had gathered all the survivors who had escaped into the sewers together.

The elderly, the infirm, the disabled, and everyone else were there. Apart from a few young people, Chen Hai's physique and condition were among the best here.

"Good people are hard to find these days!"

Han Shuo thought to himself, in the current situation, no one is willing to rescue the elderly and children, as these two types of people have virtually no fighting ability.

Not only does he contribute little, but he can even become a burden to the team. Chen Hai's kindness in doing this makes him one of the few good people these days.

Han Shuo and the other two sat around the fire with Chen Hai. The firewood crackled and burned, and the heat emanating from the flames was very comforting.

The fat man had some bruises on his body, and Li Shurou took out some ointment from her backpack and was carefully applying it to him.

As for Han Shuo, he chatted with Chen Hai.

"Um... Uncle Hai, how many survivors are there here now?"

Han Shuo thought for a moment, and since most people here called Chen Hai "Uncle Hai," he decided to change his title accordingly.

Although we don't know each other very well yet, there is an age gap, so treating each other with courtesy is the most basic courtesy.

"If we don't count the three of you, there are 44 people here in total," Chen Hai said with a smile.

"Oh, there are quite a lot of people."

"By the way, Uncle Hai, is it close to the city up there?" Han Shuo asked.

"Huh? What do you mean? This is the city's underground sewer system." Chen Hai asked, somewhat puzzled.

It turned out that Han Shuo and his two companions had unknowingly walked into the city through the sewers.

Han Shuo was overjoyed. If that was the case, then he only needed to ask Chen Hai about the nearby safe exits.

The three of them will then be able to get out of the sewer smoothly.

Suddenly, a child of about ten years old ran over, threw himself into Chen Hai's arms, and cried.

"Uncle Hai, my mother has fainted again. Please help her."

"Sigh..." Chen Hai sighed, unsure how to comfort the child in front of him.

This situation has been happening from time to time lately. Many people here are not in good health, but he has no ability to treat them. Judging from this, some of them may not be able to hold on for more than a few days.

At this moment, Chen Hai turned his gaze to Han Shuo, his eyes filled with hesitation. He wanted to ask the three people in front of him if they had any medicine to treat the illness, but after hesitating for a long time, he still didn't say it.

I had only met Han Shuo and the others for the first time. They didn't owe me anything, so what right did I have to ask for their help?

Han Shuo sensed Chen Hai's predicament and vaguely guessed what was going on.

He turned and took another look at the survivors nearby.

Han Shuo saw weariness and confusion in the eyes of these people...

It might have been just a small favor for him, but he still wanted to remain silent.

At this moment, Li Shurou spoke up, "Han Shuo, should I go over and take a look?"

Han Shuo turned to look at her, and suddenly realized something.

"Forget it, I was overthinking things. Besides, these people pose no threat to us at all. Let's just live by our conscience."

Li Shurou was originally a doctor, and doctors have the heart of parents.

Even in the apocalypse, Han Shuo did not want to extinguish her heart as a healer.

"Uncle Hai, let Shurou go and take a look. She's a doctor."

"By the way, Fatty, you come with Shurou. Don't just lie on the ground, get up and move around."