"Damn, there really are some awesome people who dare to go out during the Blood Moon."

"They not only went out, but they also killed several zombies... But if they're so powerful, why are they digging for wild vegetables with us?"

Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo didn't stay outside for long. They quickly climbed up the tree and entered the iron fence. Seeing the two survivors still not far away, Mo Shuwan thought for a moment and walked straight over.

To her surprise, the two survivors knelt down as soon as she approached, trembling. She instinctively reached out and touched the scars on her face.

Is it really that scary?

"Are you...is there something you need?"

Mo Shuwan was not used to looking down at people from a high place, so she squatted down. As a result, the two survivors prostrated themselves at her feet.

Mo Shuwan: "..."

Standing behind, Wen Zuo glanced at the distance between Mo Shuwan and the two survivors, silently bent down, grabbed Mo Shuwan's wrist, pulled her up, and took a step back with her before letting go with satisfaction.

How many safe zones are nearby? How far are they from here?

Upon hearing this, the survivor realized that the expert didn't think much of their safe zone and wanted to move elsewhere. He quickly replied, "There are three. Besides our mountain forest safe zone, there's also the deep water safe zone. But... I've only stayed in these two since the apocalypse started. I'm not sure about the other two. I only know about the deep water safe zone. It's roughly over two mountains."

Mo Shuwan carefully considered her tone before asking softly, "Do they also have delicious food there?"

The two survivors were taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized what they meant. They swallowed hard and obediently replied, "The Deepwater Safe Zone is a bit smaller than ours. There are fewer people there, and they can't afford to raise children. The only ones left to eat are the elderly."

Mo Shuwan's pupils contracted sharply, and she staggered backward, only to be caught by Wen Zuo. Looking up at Wen Zuo's worried gaze, the urge to vomit subsided slightly, but as she stared at the two survivors lying prostrate on the ground, the last trace of gentleness in her eyes was replaced by coldness.

It wasn't until it started to get dark that Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo managed to dig up fifty wild vegetables, including more than thirty houttuynia cordata stalks.

Carrying the wild vegetables she had dug up, she returned to the safe zone with the other survivors. While queuing to hand in her wooden plaque in the square, Mo Shuwan saw several large pots on the fire and smelled the aroma of meat wafting from the roof. Her expression changed drastically, she held her breath, handed the wooden plaque to Wen Zuo, and rushed out of the line to the bushes to vomit violently.

Wen Zuo was naturally worried about leaving Mo Shuwan alone, so he quickly left the group to catch up. The commotion of the two attracted the attention of many survivors. After all, everyone had a look of drooling on their faces, and it was really strange that Mo Shuwan would turn around and vomit.

After vomiting until there was nothing left in her stomach, Mo Shuwan wiped her mouth and looked at Wen Zuo with a tearful expression, "What should we do?"

Wen Zuo reached out and pulled Mo Shuwan into his arms, gently patting her back, silently telling her it was okay because he was there for her.

Mo Shuwan couldn't hold back this time. She grabbed Wen Zuo's clothes with both hands, her eyes already wet with tears.

The words she had just gleaned from the two survivors still sent chills down her spine. This world had become utterly distorted; everyone was eating people, and everyone even considered it perfectly acceptable. In this safe zone, humans who had lost their value were considered food reserves, including the two survivors she had encountered today. If one day they lost their ability to move and could no longer find wild vegetables, they too would become food.

What chilled her to the bone was that the two survivors didn't see anything wrong with it; they actually thought it was perfectly normal for them to become food supplies because they were unable to move...

Wen Zuo frowned, his large hand patting Mo Shuwan's back reassuringly. His thoughts drifted away. Leaving this safe zone seemed impossible. After all, the entire world's humans considered cannibalism to be a matter of course. Even if they left this place, it would be the same in other safe zones. In fact, they still had some advantages here.

The safe zone in the mountains and forests is actually not very large. There are at most a little over a thousand survivors here. At this moment, almost all of these thousand-plus people are gathered near the square. The survivors who handed over their wooden plaques and received food are all reluctant to leave and are gathered around the square. They are residents of the low-level residential area and are not entitled to receive meat, but even if they don't have meat to eat, smelling the aroma of meat is not bad!

Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo stayed away from the crowd for a long time before handing over the wooden plaque with grim expressions.

The burly man personally counted the wild vegetables they had brought back, exactly fifty in total. He raised an eyebrow and handed out five wooden sticks to the two of them, then gestured to the side with his chin, saying, "Go over there and exchange them for food."

Mo Shuwan turned her head and glanced over. She was relieved to find that there was no large pot there. She and Wen Zuo walked over quickly. Unexpectedly, the person distributing the food was an acquaintance. The two of them lined up at the back of the queue. When there were only two or three survivors left in front of them, they finally saw the food on the table.

A pot of bright green soup, a bowl of coarse flatbread the size of a girl's palm, and a bowl of mashed potatoes and wild grass mixed together in a green paste—at first glance, only the flatbread in the middle is somewhat appetizing.

When it was Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo's turn, Luo Jingdong, unusually, took the initiative to ask, "What do you want to eat?"

Mo Shuwan countered, "What can we eat?"

Luo Jingdong glanced at the five wooden sticks in Wen Zuo's hand, then pointed to the lush green soup in front of him, which was almost devoid of oil and made entirely from wild herbs. "The two of you can exchange the five wooden sticks for a bowl each."

Wen Zuo pointed to the yellow-green cakes in the basin next to him.

Luo Jingdong looked at Wen Zuo for a few seconds, squinted, and said, "Five wooden strips can only be exchanged for one pancake."

Wen Zuo thought about the food left in his bag. With this pancake, he could still be full. He handed the wooden stick to Luo Jingdong, pointed at the pancake, and nodded to him.

"You want this?" Luo Jingdong raised an eyebrow, his eyes sweeping over Wen Zuo with a strange look, then glanced at Mo Shuwan, who seemed a little dazed, and smiled, saying, "Take it yourself."

Wen Zuo picked out a still-warm pancake from the basin that looked bigger than the others and carefully handed it to Mo Shuwan.

Mo Shuwan took the pancake with a less-than-pleasant expression, broke it in half, and handed it to Wen Zuo. Thinking of Wen Zuo's temper, she whispered, "Don't refuse, take it."

Seeing the interaction between the two, the strange look in Luo Jingdong's eyes disappeared, and he said with a smile, "Wait a minute."

After saying that, he left directly. When he returned, he was carrying a large bowl. At first, Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo didn't realize what was going on until Luo Jingdong approached and the aroma of meat wafted into their noses, which made them suddenly understand what was in the bowl.

Mo Shuwan's expression suddenly changed, and her first reaction was to bend over and vomit, but she had already vomited everything in her stomach, so she could only dry heave while bending over.