Even Zhang Xiaoqi can walk by herself with a cane.
Even those who aren't superhumans have experienced some degree of physical evolution since the apocalypse.
If this were before the apocalypse, walking for so long in temperatures over 40 degrees Celsius would probably have paralyzed a good person; how could they possibly become more energetic as they walked?
As evening approached, a group of people sat down to eat and rest.
Yao Yao was assigned to learn how to steam buns and cook with the aunties. These past two days, the aunties have also been helping to cook Zhou Xinran's meals.
They used grain from that beastly village chief's house, and even asked the aunties for a large steamer rack so they could have steamed buns.
Yao Yao quickly mastered several stewing methods for large pot dishes and also learned how to leaven dough without yeast, adding a few more points to her culinary skills.
Zhang Xiaoqi had been walking for almost a whole day. Her throat was dry and she felt like she was on fire. She didn't have much water with her, and each person could only get one 500ml bottle of water per day.
Most of the wounds on her body were closed lacerations from being beaten, which have healed a lot. However, the parts of her face that were slashed by the knife are still bloody and mangled, and some of them are even rotting and smelling bad.
I could smell the stench of the wounds on my face with every breath.
She glanced at herself in the van's rearview mirror and could hardly believe she had become such a grotesque sight.
For a fleeting moment, she felt such despair that she wanted to die...
No, she was unwilling to accept it. How could she accept dying like this? She had been rescued with great difficulty, and she wanted to live. As long as she lived, everything would be alright.
She, Zhang Xiaoqi, must not die such a miserable death!
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