The carpenter zombie's eyes remained closed for a long time. It was unable to think, but instinctively felt that closing its eyes to face death would be better.
At least there's a little bit of dignity.
Although it doesn't understand what dignity means, that doesn't prevent it from maintaining its own dignity.
For a long, long time.
It seems to be still alive.
An hour later, it slowly opened its eyes.
The two figures had long since disappeared from sight.
A flicker of joy flashed in the carpenter zombie's dull eyes. He staggered around, picked up his wood-planing tools, and began planing wood again.
Having narrowly escaped death, let's celebrate by carving wood.
rustling sound—
More and more debris lay on the ground, and the carpenter zombie stared blankly at it, its head tilted to the side.
A barely perceptible, heavy sigh was heard.
A hint of helplessness flashed in the carpenter zombie's dull eyes. Reluctantly, it put down its tools and squatted down very slowly.
Crunch, crunch.
The stiff joints creaked and groaned, and the strangely twisted fingers reached towards the ground, managing to scoop up some debris.
My stiff arms are hard to bend, and with the slightest movement, sawdust falls down in a flurry.
The carpenter zombie took five minutes to stand up and another ten minutes to walk to a smaller door in the inner room.
A few pieces of wood chips were thrown into the inner room, tracing a graceful arc in the air before landing on a pile of sawdust.
The carpenter zombie, as if hiding a treasure, clumsily turned its head and glanced around.
It was afraid someone would see its treasure.
After confirming that no one was around, the carpenter zombie extended a strangely twisted finger and, after five minutes, barely managed to place a nearly severed finger on the wooden doorknob.
The door was closed with difficulty.
Then, the carpenter zombie slowly squatted down on the ground, holding a few pieces of debris, and headed towards the small door in the inner room to hide the treasure.
For a normal person, this is nothing more than a very boring and energy-consuming thing.
Even a lunatic wouldn't want to spend so much time doing this.
For the carpenter zombie, this was its only form of entertainment since the apocalypse.
Yes, entertainment.
It doesn't understand what happiness is; it only knows that it doesn't dislike this behavior, and it even maddens it more than flesh and blood.
This is probably a lingering obsession left behind by its many years of carpentry work!
Even after death, people are still thinking about their work.
If the furniture factory owner were still alive, he could totally award the carpenter zombie a "Dedication to His Job" award.
...
Bai Xizhu sat on the back of the bicycle, a gentle breeze ruffling her bangs, but unable to dispel the sorrow on her face.
"Do you think I've been too soft-hearted?"
Bai Xizhu's voice was muffled.
Even though zombies are her greatest enemy in this life, she has no psychological burden when killing them.
But Xiao Luo's death, and the melancholy in the carpenter zombie's dull eyes, left Bai Xizhu in utter turmoil.
She could kill those expressionless, bloodthirsty monsters without hesitation.
You can also kill those bad people with malicious intentions without any psychological burden.
Bai Xizhu hesitated greatly when dealing with the harmless and non-hostile zombies.
“Xiao Zhu will always be the best and the gentlest.” Leng Yebai smiled gently. “Xiao Zhu can kill whoever she wants and let whoever she wants live, whether it’s a zombie or a human, as long as you like it, it’s fine.”
Xiao Zhu's choice is his choice.
"And what about you?" Bai Xizhu gently placed her head on Leng Yebai's back and asked softly, "What do you think is right to kill and what is wrong to kill?"
Leng Yebai didn't think before he blurted it out.
"Those who should be killed are the people and zombies who will harm you; there are no ones who shouldn't be killed."
There is no one in the world who is immune to being killed if their bottom line is crossed, not even zombies.
His bottom line is the Bai family.
Throughout his life, all the family affection, love, and friendship he had were vividly displayed in the Bai family.
Even if the Bai family becomes the main villains, he doesn't care.
No matter what happens, no matter when, he will always stand firmly on the side of his family.
Bai Xizhu sighed softly, her heart heavy.
Zombie, human, superhuman, advanced zombie.
This makes an already complex world even more complicated.
"Xiao Zhu, there's a hot pot restaurant up ahead, do you want to eat there?"
Leng Yebai sensed the melancholy aura emanating from Bai Xizhu and quickly pointed to a hot pot restaurant ahead, changing the subject.
In the post-apocalyptic era, the hot pot restaurant was long gone, and one could vaguely see that it was in a state of disarray.
The meager supplies inside had long been taken by the survivors, and even the small gas stoves embedded in the tables of the hot pot restaurant had been completely removed.
"Let's go take a look!"
Bai Xizhu, however, became interested.
A woman's greatest hobby is trains.
Eat, eat, eat...
After the apocalypse, if you want to eat hot pot, you can only eat it at home, and there's no atmosphere like eating hot pot in a restaurant!
Seeing that Bai Xizhu was intrigued, Leng Yebai pedaled faster and headed straight for the dilapidated hot pot restaurant.
The signboard for "Authentic Hot Pot" hangs crookedly, as if it's about to fall down at any moment.
Leng Yebai parked his bicycle in front of the hot pot restaurant, locked it with a padlock, and then led Bai Xizhu inside.
The hot pot restaurant was a mess, barely big enough to walk in.
Fortunately, there was no black blood or any putrid smell inside.
Leng Yebai found a spot that looked relatively clean, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and carefully wiped the dust off the chair before letting Bai Xizhu sit down.
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