Kong Congyu: "Yes, we also got an extra car."

Yu Bai: "There was a boy at the time. I saw him smash a thick board with one punch. I wanted to invite him to join the team, but he was only focused on eating the raw corn in his hand and didn't pay attention to me, so I didn't say anything. Now that I think about it, I really should have recruited him into the team."

Kong Congyu didn't understand. He scratched his head, which hadn't been washed for over a month. They had been smelling the stench of the zombies for so long that the oily smell on their hair was nothing to them.

"Summoning a melee fighter won't help; it's not very useful to us. Zombies are not ordinary creatures; one bite from one zombie is enough to kill anyone."

Kong Congyu had always admired Yu Bai and thought he shouldn't dwell on this matter too much, but Yu Bai did, and was distracted for several days because of it.

"No, he was very useful. We left right away, so you probably didn't see him. He looked very innocent and pretty."

"No, bro, what do you mean? You've got your eye on someone?"

If a man compliments another man on his looks, he's either a transvestite or gay.

Kong Congyu's gaze towards Yu Bai changed; he looked Yu Bai up and down, as if to say: "I never realized you were gay all this time."

Yu Bai felt uncomfortable under his gaze and explained, "In the apocalypse, the most terrifying thing is not zombies but people's hearts. That boy is very handsome, which makes it easy for people to lower their guard. He is also very strong. If there is any mission in the future, he will be very suitable to be an undercover agent."

After hearing what Yu Bai said, Kong Congyu felt that it made a lot of sense.

It's been several months since the apocalypse, and I haven't encountered any major zombie hordes. Groups of a dozen or twenty zombies are actually quite easy to deal with.

However, they encountered a team of survivors.

Everywhere you look, there's calculation.

The other party even tried to kill and rob them, but they were killed instead.

Looking back, it seems really dangerous.

"Sigh, it's been a month or two already. We're not even sure if he'll survive. Don't think about it." Kong Congyu asked curiously, "Why weren't you like this in the first few days after I left? Why are you suddenly so absent-minded after all this time?"

Yu Bai shook his head; he didn't know either.

It just suddenly occurred to me.

Kong Congyu is right. It's not certain whether the other party is alive or not. Thinking about it too much is useless and may even affect the team's progress.

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"Quack".

"Quack".

"Quack quack".

A beer-bellied man is buying and selling slaves at a marketplace. In the chaotic end times, the underground black market has been brought into the open.

Those who are rich and powerful continue to live a prosperous life.

In order to obtain supplies, some families would sell their children to human traffickers—or rather, traders. These traffickers only accepted pretty boys and girls for nobles to choose from and have fun with.

"Oh, new stock?"

The trader stood by with a forced smile, "A new batch arrived yesterday, Mr. Li, would you like to take a look and see if there's anything you like?"

"Quack quack".

Both boys and girls were kept in cages and treated like pets, scrutinized and selected. They had no personality or dignity; they were washed clean and dressed provocatively.

Most of them are quietly selected by their employers.

There is only one.

The fat boss has been croaking ever since he arrived, just like a frog.

She caught the fat boss's attention; she was indeed stunningly beautiful, with fair skin, bright eyes, and a very delicate and pretty face with a high degree of facial contouring, giving her a somewhat androgynous appearance.

The trader's shrewd mind immediately took notice.

Yin Qin introduced, "Boss Li, although he is a man, look at his appearance, he can be considered the most beautiful in this batch."

The trader only introduced the product but didn't dare to let Mr. Li buy it.

After all, the stunning beauty is a man.

Not everyone is picky.

Some people dislike the same sex.

If you introduce him to someone, you'll be risking offending the big boss; doing so would be like shooting yourself in the foot.

The fat boss stroked his chin, satisfied with the face but not so much with the gender. He decided to take another look, but then the boy in the cage started squawking again.

The portly boss asked curiously, "How does he imitate a frog's croak?"

The trader chuckled, “This person isn’t perfect. She’s pretty, but she has a slight intellectual disability. She’s always hungry and cries out when she’s hungry. We’ll give her some food later.”

"Oh?" The chubby boss seemed intrigued. "Bring the food."

The trader sent his apprentice to fetch it.

The boys and girls don't get to eat anything good.

White rice wasn't eaten at every meal; sometimes steamed buns, sometimes cornbread.

Meat and vegetables are categorized based on their appearance. If they look pretty, they'll have meat with every meal, because you can't starve yourself, or the buyer won't like it.

The fat boss told the trader to open the cage.

The trader followed instructions.

They released the baby zombies inside.

That idiot was really unlucky. He had just listened to Jin Wangba and put on a pair of colored contact lenses when he was tied up and sold here.

The trader had no idea he was a zombie.

Otherwise, they would be scared to death.

They wouldn't dare display it anymore.

The moment the little zombie grabbed the bowl, the chubby boss raised his hand to dodge it, handing the bowl to his assistant. Then, thinking of something even more amusing, he asked the trader, "Do you have any cookies?"

"Yes, yes," the trader continued, instructing his apprentice to fetch it.

During this time, the little zombie watched its food being taken away and cried out in hunger. Before, it was howling and wailing, and the little thing made one cry a day.

It's probably because summer is here that they have a strong ability to imitate.

There was a pond near the cell where they were being held, and the frogs croaked incessantly at night.

"Quack".

"Quack".

The little zombie whispered in the trader's ear: "Croak!"

The trader was speechless. If it weren't for his good looks and the fact that he could fetch a good price, he would have been kicked out long ago. He was fearless of being hit or electrocuted, as stubborn as a mule!

The fat boss found it interesting.

Soon the apprentice brought over a bag of bear-shaped cookies.

The chubby boss opened the bag.

I fed the little zombie, and he ate obediently like a little hamster. It was funny. I gave him a cookie, wondering if this idiot would eat the bag too.

The little zombie chewed and chewed, enjoying its meal immensely.

After swallowing the last bear-shaped biscuit, he wiped his mouth and obediently handed the bag back to the fat boss. The fat boss was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Having seen countless sycophants, feigned reluctance, and all sorts of other types of people, I've never seen a fool whose eyes revealed such clarity that it was truly comforting.

It's a pity, if only it were a woman.

But that didn't stop the fat boss from teasing her. He ordered some more steamed buns, wanting to see just how much this pretty fool could eat.

The little zombie was drooling over the delicious food.

My mouth keeps watering.

It couldn't even fit in my mouth, and it was dripping down the corners of my mouth.

Worried that the fat boss would find it offensive, the trader quickly grabbed two tissues from the side, stepped over, and roughly wiped the drool from the little zombie's mouth.

The fat boss made a gesture.

Three drawers of steamed buns were placed in front of the little zombie.

Someone in the cage smelled the aroma of steamed buns, and their stomach started rumbling. Dengxin grabbed one with his left hand and put it in his mouth, while grabbing another with his right hand and putting it back into the cage.

He dares to send it, but the girls in the cage don't dare to accept it.

Startled and frightened, he instinctively glanced at the trader.

Since the fat boss didn't say anything, the exchange pretended not to see anything.

The little zombie had almost finished gnawing on the one on its left hand.

No one has taken the bun in my right hand yet.

She tossed it aside and ran back to get two more.

One eats by itself, while the other is put into another cage.

So many, let's share them together.