"Ha ha!"
Thinking of this, Song Kerou burst out laughing.
So what if Song Wenwen is her biological daughter?
Wouldn't they just turn into rotting zombies anyway?
Her face was covered in rotting flesh. If she looked like that, she would definitely kill herself by hitting her head against a wall!
But Song Wenwen was still in a dazed, clueless state, who knows how long she could hold out!
The crystal core has probably already been unearthed by someone!
Song Kerou became more and more excited as she thought about it, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up on the sofa, and tears streamed down her face.
The Song family members glanced at Song Kerou, who was laughing so hard she was practically convulsing, and their brows furrowed even deeper.
Song Ning served an extra bowl of rice and placed it between Song's parents as a bowl and chopsticks for the deceased Song Wenwen.
Just like when she was alive.
The food on the table was delicious, reflecting a standard of living that most people couldn't afford, but the atmosphere in the Song family's living room was somewhat strange.
The Song family members looked at the extra set of bowls and chopsticks with some sadness on their faces.
Song Kerou was still laughing, laughing so hard she could barely hold her chopsticks.
A strange atmosphere permeated the spacious villa.
Song Kerou's laughter, in particular, has the voice of a female ghost from a childhood nightmare series.
Hearing that smile, Song's parents felt uncomfortable. They had planned to have a nice meal, but they didn't eat much of it.
Song Kerou, on the other hand, had a great appetite, laughing and humming a song as she ate a lot.
...
Bai Xizhu and Leng Yebai didn't go back to the bus for lunch either. They bought some barely edible things at the black market to tide them over.
This was the first time Leng Yebai and Bai Xizhu had eaten something so unpalatable since the apocalypse, so it was quite novel.
The black market sells a wide variety of goods, and each vendor is thin and pale, guarding their stall and trying to sell their wares to any customer who stops in front of them.
Some sell gold and silver jewelry, some sell vegetables and fruits that don't look fresh, and others sell other daily necessities.
The most popular stalls are meat stalls.
The small meat stall was surrounded by people, three or four deep.
Few people actually bought any; most just looked at the meat at the stall.
Even if I can't afford it, it's still nice to look at.
A strong, fishy smell emanated from the meat stall. Through the layers of people, one could vaguely see a pile of red flesh lying on the cutting board, and it was impossible to tell what kind of animal the meat was from.
Bai Xizhu knew that in the apocalypse, there were very few conscientious meat vendors at meat stalls like this who would only sell meat from ordinary poultry or ordinary mutated animals.
Almost none.
The pile of red flesh on the cutting board was most likely from an animal that had eaten the rotting flesh of zombies; its mouth and stomach contained a large amount of black blood.
People who eat it become increasingly irritable, yet they still can't help but buy and eat it, until those who eat that kind of meat turn into zombies.
Another situation is that the meat comes from "two-legged sheep".
Historically, the term "two-legged sheep" referred to a person.
The red, bloody meat was piled on the cutting board, without a single bone, having been cleaned by the butcher.
It's impossible to tell what kind of meat this is.
Would people who buy things on the black market not know that there's something wrong with the meat?
The answer is no.
But one can't resist the craving. A person can endure not eating meat for a few days, but what about a month or two?
In addition, one cannot eat vegetarian food at will.
People are hungry all the time, and even if they know the meat is problematic, they will still buy it.
"Boss, two pounds, please!"
A chubby-looking man took out an ordinary crystal core and placed it in the butcher's hand.
This person's face was shiny with oil, clearly indicating that he hadn't neglected himself in the apocalypse.
But his clothes were filthy, with a hole in them, and even his shoes weren't the same color.
Even from a great distance, Bai Xizhu could smell the stench emanating from him.
This person didn't have a good life in the apocalypse, but was very generous in using crystal cores to buy meat.
His eyes seemed to have a greenish gleam as he stared intently at the meat stall.
The stall owner seemed to know him well, and directly cut off a large piece of meat with a knife. It was on the fatty side, which would be the most satisfying.
The fat man quickly reached out and caught it, then strode outside.
He was eager to cook a meal and have a good, satisfying meal.
Some people who were looking to snag a piece of meat quietly followed behind the fat man, hoping to get a bite out of him.
Bai Xizhu shook her head slightly after seeing this, and then stopped paying attention to the meat stall.
Having witnessed what had just happened, the two lost interest in continuing their stroll. After taking a quick walk, they left the black market together.
"roar--"
As soon as she left the black market, Bai Xizhu heard a faint roar from a zombie.
Bai Xizhu and Leng Yebai exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
This is the Yunhua Safe Base. How could there be zombies inside?
Bai Xizhu and Leng Yebai decisively walked towards the direction from which the faint roar had come from.
In this direction, near the edge of the safe base, you can vaguely see a row of lush green poplar trees planted around the safe base.
"Haha—this dog is really ugly!"
"It looks like it wants to bite us!"
"Its legs are too short, it can't catch up with us at all. Hehe, its teeth look very sharp, should we pull them out!"
Several children's innocent voices rang out, but the words they spoke were anything but innocent.
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