Chapter 72 Talking Zombies?

After the rain stopped and the sun came out, the village was bustling with activity for a while.

Not only were the zombies in the village wiped out, but everyone also collected rainwater and dug up fresh lotus roots.

Some people ate it cold, while others stir-fried it with dried chili peppers. After everyone had a hearty meal, they washed and chopped the remaining lotus root to make lotus root powder for easy storage.

The whole village was suddenly filled with life.

Lin Xi felt a little lighter after seeing this.

She was not a savior, only daring to save her own life; she was not a saint, and would not donate supplies; but she was not a villain either, and did not want many people to die.

Now that the villagers have enough to eat and drink, they won't try to harm others, and her living environment is relatively safer.

However, this blissful night after surviving the ordeal was the last peaceful night for the entire village.

The next day, half of the villagers showed symptoms of food poisoning.

Vomiting and diarrhea, with persistent high fever.

Most of these people didn't have enough firewood at home, and they were saving the little firewood they had left for boiling water. The lotus roots they harvested yesterday were either used in cold dishes or eaten raw.

Those whose families were not in such serious condition had to go out and borrow medicine from all over the place; those whose families were in serious condition could only lie on their second-floor balconies and call for help.

With no more zombies in the village, everyone has more freedom of movement.

But no one knows when this apocalypse will end, and those who have the medicine are unwilling to give it away easily, because who knows when it will be their turn and they won't have it anymore.

Lin Xi guessed that it wasn't just a problem with the drinking water; the lotus root might also be the issue.

In one of her past lives, she suffered from vomiting, diarrhea, and a persistent high fever until she became dehydrated and her condition became dangerous. That was because she drank raw rainwater.

If zombies pollute the environment and affect the water cycle, then lotus roots growing in open-air lotus ponds may also be affected.

So the person who ate raw lotus root salad fell ill, while the person who ate stir-fried lotus root was fine because of the high temperature sterilization.

Lin Xi glanced at the lush green cucumbers hanging from the shelf and decided that she would no longer eat cucumber salad.

The heavy rain only brought a brief respite from the heat; the temperature soared back to 38 degrees Celsius afterward.

The high temperature aggravated the patient's discomfort, and even though they borrowed less toxic well water to replenish fluids, their condition did not improve without medication to control inflammation.

Three days later, the first person to die from the disease appeared.

He was over seventy years old, and his resistance was already low. In extreme circumstances, his family could not give up all their living supplies to exchange for life-saving medicine for him, so it can be said that he was abandoned by his family because of his illness.

During this extraordinary time, there was no funeral; his family carried him to a distant place and buried him on the spot.

This place is far from the villagers, but close to Lin Xi's home.

Although Lin Xi didn't care, she had a premonition that many people would be buried near her home.

Drinking well water is not a long-term solution. Well water is groundwater, and if surface water is polluted, it will eventually seep into the groundwater, affecting the well water as well.

The safest method is still high-temperature sterilization.

But now that the power is out, we can't use the electric kettle, and firewood is limited; it will eventually run out.

The villagers sensed that the crops, which were too tall to be dried into firewood, would die before they could grow.

The village, which had just regained its vitality after the nearby zombies were eliminated, has once again become lifeless.

This deathly aura is not merely auditory, but also has a real-world significance—

In just half a month, 10 more graves appeared near Lin Xi's home.

It wasn't that the villagers deliberately ostracized her; her home was simply in the most remote part of the village, near the mountains, unsuitable for living, so a large area of ​​farmland was developed there.

This shows how much Lin Xi's grandmother favored Lin Cheng, who had a son, by allocating such a remote area to her father.

As for Zhang Xiulan's claim that "Grandma said before she died that this house and land should also belong to the eldest son's family," although there is no written will to prove it, Lin Xi thinks it is probably true.

She also has an extremely intelligent third uncle who got into university but was "married off" because he didn't have a house.

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Lin Xi had been living a peaceful life for a while, so much so that she was suddenly stunned when the surveillance alarm went off.

The footage shows several villagers carrying axes heading towards her house, with someone carrying a chainsaw at the back of the procession.

here we go again……

Lin Xi rubbed her eyes and perked up, seeing that the person leading the group this time was Zhuang Changdong, the village party secretary.

Alright, this old man who's always been a blabbermouth and never gets anything done is finally going to stand up for himself and bully Lin Xi, this spineless coward.

Lin Xi turned on the drone's speakers and spoke to them from afar.

He started by casually asking, "What do you want?"

Of course, we should demolish her house. Asking this question is just to let her know that she is in the wrong.

After all, Lin Xi had never bullied them since the apocalypse, and he hadn't even retaliated severely when the villagers came to bully them time and time again.

Zhuang Changdong said in a strong voice, "Look at this, it's all because of you that so many people in the village have died."

?

Is this some kind of fallacy?

Lin Xi took a deep breath: "It's not like I made everyone sick."

Zhuang Changdong retorted confidently, "You live comfortably and stand by and watch people die. If you had opened your door and everyone came to borrow electricity to boil water, would so many people have died?"

The villagers behind him were stirred up by his words. One of them was particularly agitated and cried out, "That's right! It's all because of you, you stingy bastard, that my child died because you wouldn't lend us electricity! It's all your fault!"

Lin Xi was speechless for a moment.

She realized that Zhuang Changdong was arguing unreasonably, while the villagers behind him were foolish and selfish, blaming their misfortune on those who hadn't offered help.

Possessing a treasure is a crime.

Most of the people outside were there to seize advantageous resources in order to prevent the previous tragedy from happening again. There was only one person who blamed Lin Xi for the death of his family members.

Zhuang Changdong patted the railing, displaying the imposing manner of a village chief:

"Girl from the Lin family, we're giving you one more chance. Open your door yourself and let the whole village share your charging pad. Otherwise, we won't be so polite."

Lin Xi rolled her eyes and said in an unfriendly tone, "It's not like you're being polite now."

She had no choice but to get out of bed, hurriedly take off her pajamas, put on a bra, and change her clothes.

Another battle is about to begin.

Zhuang Changdong sneered from outside: "You used the loudspeaker to lure the zombies before, and now all the zombies in the vicinity have been wiped out. Let's see what you do now."

what to do?

Having watched "Red Fat Green Thin" so many times, Lin Xi naturally had to learn some methods from it!

Lin Xi rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a ladder and a bucket of cooking oil, and went to the railing.

They've already started taking action quite "uncertainly" outside; axes and hammers are banging on the railings, and the sharp sound of chainsaws can be heard.

Lin Xi propped the ladder against the glass wall and climbed up carrying the oil drum.

Learn from Minglan: first pour oil down the slope, then throw torches to burn down those who are trying to storm the area!

They were inhumane first, so they shouldn't blame themselves for being ruthless.

Just as Lin Xi was about to unscrew the bottle cap and pour out a bucket of oil, she saw a crooked figure on the path behaving strangely.

Lin Xi couldn't help but exclaim, "There are zombies!"

Those below glanced at Lin Xi emerging from the glass wall, and one of them sneered, "Liar! Who would believe that? The zombies were driven away long ago."

They worked enthusiastically until the strange figure approached.

A hoarse, unpleasant voice emerged from the darkness: "Dog... Sheng... Ah... Go... Home..."

Lin Xi: ? ? ? ?

Talking zombies!!!