At this time, Mo Shuwan was indeed not in a good state. On the one hand, there were physical factors, and on the other hand, there was worry. These days, she had been fighting to survive and had even forgotten about this matter. She did not expect that her period would come at this time of year, which was not the best time to cause trouble.

It's Blood Moon time now; if the zombies smell blood, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Not daring to let the fire burn for too long, Wen Zuo buried the fire after all the strips of cloth were basically dried, and then helped Mo Shuwan prepare to go back.

Mo Shuwan clutched her aching lower abdomen and said weakly, "Let's go to the cellar. In my current condition, it's not suitable for me to stay up here any longer."

Indeed, if they remained in their chosen hiding place, the smell of blood would completely expose them.

The family's cellar was built next to the kitchen, with the entrance hidden in a pile of weeds. As soon as you got close, a putrid stench hit your nose. Mo Shuwan, who was in poor condition, was almost knocked unconscious by the smell. Her face turned pale, and she leaned on Wen Zuo's strong arm and said weakly, "You should go back. I'll hide here and the smell will be masked."

For Mo Shuwan's safety, Wen Zuo couldn't stop her even though he felt sorry for her. He could only find a ladder as soon as possible so that she could hide down there.

Fortunately, there was a lull after each blood moon, so there was no need to worry about zombies for the time being. Wen Zuo told Mo Shuwan to wait where she was and immediately went to find a ladder. On his way to find the ladder, he passed by the hiding place he had chosen, but found that the window had already been blocked. He took two steps forward, raised his hand and knocked on the window, but there was no response from inside.

With a sharp look in his eyes, Wen Zuo suppressed his dissatisfaction and continued searching for a ladder, remembering that Mo Shuwan was still waiting outside alone. Fortunately, he found one.

After finding the ladder, she fiddled around for a while to make sure there was no danger in the cellar. Then, Mo Shuwan threw down the watermelon knife before climbing the ladder. When she was halfway down, she looked at Wen Zuo, who was squatting on top, and said, "You should go back now. I'll be fine down here."

I thought I'd have to talk to Wen Zuo a lot, given his personality, but he agreed right away.

Mo Shuwan breathed a sigh of relief and continued climbing down the ladder. After a moment, she stopped again, looked up at Wen Zuo, and said with a smile, "I hope we can all live."

Wen Zuo smiled as well.

After hearing Mo Shuwan's voice, Wen Zuo got up and left.

Mo Shuwan, already in the cellar, heard the footsteps getting farther and farther away and smiled with relief. But before the smile could disappear, she heard the footsteps getting louder and louder.

After several attempts, very little moonlight could reach the cellar. When the last ray of moonlight was blocked, Mo Shuwan finally couldn't help but ask, "Are they gone yet?"

Her response was the sound of stones being moved, followed by rustling sounds, clearly indicating that someone was climbing a ladder.

Mo Shuwan remained silent for a while, and did not speak again even after Wen Zuo went down to the cellar.

Wen Zuo thought she was angry, so he stood there for a long time without daring to move.

When Mo Shuwan snapped out of her reverie, she didn't even notice that Wen Zuo was still standing motionless next to the ladder. The cellar was pitch black; it would be a wonder she could have spotted him.

"Thanks."

Upon hearing these two words, Wen Zuo breathed a sigh of relief and groped his way to sit down next to Mo Shuwan in the dark. In the darkness, let alone writing, he couldn't even see the gestures, so Wen Zuo simply patted Mo Shuwan's shoulder.

The cellar smelled terrible, pungent and acrid, and it became unbearable after a while, but the two of them had no choice but to endure it.

In order to survive.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and after an unknown amount of time, the roars of zombies began to reach my ears, growing closer and closer... closer and closer...

When the sound clearly came from directly above, Mo Shuwan, tormented by her period, clutched her lower abdomen and instinctively held her breath. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she felt as if all she could hear was her own thunderous heartbeat. As the zombie roars faded into the distance, she felt as if she had died once more, and realized that her heartbeat was indeed very loud; it wasn't just her imagination.

This happened no less than ten times that night.

Fortunately... the first wave of zombies failed to discover their hiding place.

Throughout the day, the frenzied growls of zombies echoed in her ears. Mo Shuwan felt unwell and dozed off for a while, or at least she thought it was just a short while.

But in fact, she slept for at least twelve hours.

During this time, Wen Zuo was worried that she might be sick, so he reached out and checked her temperature several times.

This time, it seemed fate was truly on their side. The two hid in the cellar for four and a half days without being discovered by the zombies. They knew nothing about the outside world; the only thing they could tell was the number of zombie sounds they heard.

That day, from morning onwards, there was no sound. The two exchanged a silent glance in the dark cellar. Mo Shuwan said, "Today is the last day. Regardless of whether the zombies outside have left or not, we must leave."

Wen Zuo nodded, stood up, and prepared to climb the ladder.

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight shone in.

The two men's hearts skipped a beat. Wen Zuo immediately pulled out his gun and fired the last bullet without hesitation, hitting the target. The zombie holding a rock above tilted its head, its blood-red eyes twitching, and it dropped the rock into the cellar.

The falling rocks cornered Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo. Just then, the zombie jumped down, half-squatting on the pile of rocks and grinning at the two of them. In the sunlight, Mo Shuwan could even see the blood and flesh remaining between its teeth.

This is a special zombie.

It's a special kind of zombie that just ate a human.

Looking at this special zombie, Mo Shuwan felt a deep sense of despair rising within her.

Why at this particular time?

Mo Shuwan stared intently at the special zombie, her strength gradually leaving her body as her heart pounded faster and faster. From the moment she saw the special zombie's eyes, she knew that it probably had a mind of its own, so even though she wanted to collapse to the ground immediately, she forced herself to hold back.

They dared not show any fear before taking action.

Sure enough, the special zombie didn't pounce immediately. It crouched on the pile of stones, its blood-red eyes darting around as if sizing up which of the two prey before it was easier to kill.

Mo Shuwan's hand, covered in cold sweat, was suddenly grabbed. She could feel Wen Zuo writing something in her palm, but before she could figure it out, the special zombie opposite her suddenly pounced on her. No one expected this, and caught off guard, she was almost injured by the sharp nails.

Wen Zuo, who had just gotten up from the ground, didn't even have time to check on Mo Shuwan's current situation before he hurriedly dodged to the side, because the special zombie's target was clearly him.

Wen Zuo, however, was delighted. He drew his dagger and engaged in a fierce battle with the special zombie, and even in the midst of his struggle, he didn't forget to wave vigorously to Mo Shuwan, who had just gotten up.

Hurry up!