When Gou Fugui transformed from Tibetan Fox Fugui into Sheep Fugui, the mocking and dejected aura vanished completely, replaced by a fragile, beautiful, and pitiful quality.
The same face gave everyone the feeling of a completely different person, which can probably be considered a unique skill.
So when Yangyang Fugui successfully moved to the glass door of the Chinese restaurant by feigning death and knocked on it in his familiar manner, the survivors of the 14th convoy watching him from inside the glass door actually thought...
Not surprising at all.
The world is full of wonders. Since this guy can even control his heartbeat to stop, it's not surprising that he can control his facial expressions to turn his handsome face into a top-notch mocking face to attract zombies, is it?
Ultimately, this young man made a huge sacrifice of his appearance for everyone's safety. If those who benefited from it still looked down on that mocking face, wouldn't they be ungrateful and heartless?!
So when Yangyang Fugui was pulled into the Chinese restaurant by everyone, he received unexpectedly warm care and treatment, as if he really was a delicate little princess.
"Gui'er! You must be tired after running so hard, right? Come and have some water! Grandma has Sprite, Coke, milk, and orange juice. Drink as much as you like!"
"Brother Fugui, I just checked out the kitchen of this restaurant! The refrigerator has a good stock of food, enough to make braised chicken, braised fish, braised pork ribs, and all kinds of fried rice and noodles. What would you like to eat?"
"I'll make whatever you want to eat; I'm a top-notch street food chef, a graduate of New Western University!"
"Brother Fugui, sit down and let me massage your shoulders and legs. Dad says my massages are the best. You just saved us all! Heroes deserve a shoulder and leg massage!"
These people were so enthusiastic that Fugui Yangyang almost fainted from their overwhelmed enthusiasm.
He quickly covered his heart and said delicately, "I appreciate everyone's kindness, but we're all on the same path, and helping each other is only right. There's no need for this. With you all surrounding me like this, my heart can't take it."
The warm-hearted crowd: "..."
"Ahem. Anyway, everyone, rest here for a bit. Keep your voices down and cover the glass door with newspapers or clothes so those living dead outside can't see us."
Then, the person who can cook will work with the chef to make something easy to digest and filling. After we finish eating, I'll close the door, and then we can go to the supermarket to buy some things.
"Once we get back into the car with all this stuff first thing tomorrow morning, we can head straight to the safe base."
Everyone agreed with Gou Fugui's suggestion, but the doctor father pushed up his glasses and said, "Let's all work together to close the door. That roller shutter requires a lot of strength, so it'll be faster if we all push it down together. We can't let you do everything by yourself; we need to contribute too."
Gou Fugui smiled when he heard this. He was naturally pleased that his teammates were not a burden and knew how to cooperate.
Afterwards, everyone enjoyed a hot and fragrant Chinese dinner, and they all ate rather ravenously. Although they hadn't gone hungry during the three days at that fried chicken and burger fast food restaurant, eating fried chicken and burgers for three days in a row was hardly a treat for the stomachs of Washingtonians.
I finally got to eat rice and noodle soup, and I feel like I've finally come back to life.
After eating and drinking their fill, everyone felt more confident and motivated to face this messed-up world. The doctor, the rich young man, Su Linlin, and several other young people, together with Fugui Yangyang, closed the west gate of the wholesale supermarket.
Although a dozen or so zombies tried to crawl under the roller shutter door while the door was closing, they were all driven away by the restaurant's stools.
Once the door was closed, the west side of the supermarket was temporarily safe.
However, this supermarket has three entrances: the east gate, the south gate, and the north gate. Since it is unknown whether these three entrances are closed, everyone should be careful when exploring.
It was a little after 5 p.m., and the sky was already starting to darken.
"At night, it's best not to turn on too many lights to attract the zombies' attention. While it's still light, let's quickly and quietly collect the supplies. All the children should stay in the restaurant and not go out. Each family should send one or two people to collect supplies."
The speaker was a fairly healthy old man: "Each of us can't carry too much, so don't be greedy. Take whatever will keep you full. And it's best to take things that can be stored for a long time and won't break if you drop them on the ground."
"In addition, it's best to form a group of several trusted people so that you can help each other in case of an accident."
Everyone knew what the old man meant by "unexpected event," and the atmosphere became somewhat tense for a moment.
After thinking for a moment, Gou Fugui, who had been silent, finally spoke up: "If you really encounter... a zombie, don't keep screaming. Breathe softly, slow down and run quickly. If the zombie is only chasing one person, the others can try using a taunting attack."
Those who listened carefully to the assignments were left bewildered.
Si Mingri, sitting in his wheelchair, twitched at the corner of his mouth, inexplicably having a premonition that another weirdo was about to appear.
The wealthy beauty gently scratched her chin: "It's about one person running while a few others provoke and mock the zombies appropriately, drawing their attention and diverting their hatred."
For example, when Number 1 is being chased, Number 2 stands in another direction and shouts. Zombies generally determine their target's location based on sound, temperature, and scent. The zombies should notice Number 2's shout, and by the time they start chasing Number 2, Number 1 is already out of danger. Number 3 or 4 can then make some noise to attract the zombies' attention again.
If this can form a closed loop, then we can basically take care of the zombies by kiting them.
"Was I clear enough? It's actually a bit like playing a video game."
Then Wang Kuoshao immediately understood: "Got it! It means that without a main tank, everyone shares the pressure and takes turns drawing aggro."
The old man nodded in agreement: "It's like guerrilla warfare! When the enemy retreats, we advance; when the enemy advances, we retreat! Feint to the east, strike in the west! That works."
Gou Fugui laughed: "That's right. If you really encounter zombies, don't panic too much. What's scary about them is that they carry infectious viruses. But from another perspective, we're all 'humans.' They don't have brains yet. As long as we survive, we can live."
After everyone analyzed the situation, the previously oppressive atmosphere finally eased a bit.
Then, 30 people were separated from the group of 57, and each person found the quietest shopping cart and went into the supermarket.
Gou Fugui is on his own team, and with Yang Yang Fugui's skills, his chances of survival are much higher than others.
He glanced at Si Mingri before taking action: "I brought you some food? What do you want to eat?"
Si Mingri sat in his wheelchair looking at him, his face showing no emotion: "Take it if you want."
Gou Fugui clicked his tongue twice, thinking that this kid's personality was indeed not very good.
"Oh, so what do you like to eat?"
Si Mingri smirked: "You want to curry favor with me? What good will currying favor with a cripple do you? Or do you want my car?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Gui Yang Yang, without even switching bloodlines, revealed the mocking and dejected expression of the Tibetan fox Fu Gui: "No. I'm just asking what you like to eat, and I definitely won't bring it for you."
Si Mingri: "...?"
"And even if your car can generate electricity, it's not a big deal. I'll have a better means of transportation than yours sooner or later."
"Young man, don't think so badly of others. Even if someone has bullied you, that person wasn't me."
"Dad won't spoil you."
After saying that, Fugui Yangyang turned and left, leaving the gloomy-faced boy scratching at the wheelchair handle with his fingernails.
This guy, damn it, isn't the kind of good person he thought he was!
He was willing to risk his life to fight for everyone's survival, but he was not gentle or kind at all when it came to small things!
A wealthy and beautiful woman who is anything but gentle and kind is happily shopping for 0 yuan.
In the apocalypse of the shipwreck, he did manage to enter a shopping mall where he could buy things for free, but because of the seawater, many items had become waterlogged and spoiled and could not be taken.
But now!
He! Can! Do! Again!
Perhaps the only thing that can bring joy in the apocalypse is buying and stocking up for free!
He still has two open basketball seats and his little pocket is itching to play!
Then, the excited, wealthy beauty selected a whole cart of delicacies! Boxes of chocolate, canned meat, nuts, milk powder, and dozens of sealed bags of roast chicken, roast duck, and pig's trotters.
Look over here, there are also compressed biscuits and eight-treasure porridge, I want to stuff every single one into my pocket!!
Then, the wealthy beauty with pockets the size of three basketballs suddenly fell silent as she looked at the cart piled high with delicious food.
I suddenly feel unhappy.
What is the most painful thing in the world?
It's like a bunch of free items are placed in front of you, but you can't fit them all in your hands.
Finally, with tremendous effort, Yangyang Fugui stuffed ten jars of honey, two bags of roast chicken, three packs of ham sausages, and three kilograms of rice into his remaining two basketball pockets. Then he dragged the cart full of food back home.
"...If we can successfully repair the world's core this time, I hope to have a few more Kabutos."
Sheep, rich and noble, sighs with regret.
[If you can succeed.]
Gou Fugui paused, this was the first time he had heard the voice of the world consciousness of this world. It was a voice that appeared directly in his mind without any emotion, but he still felt that this voice seemed to be subtly different from the world consciousness he had heard before.
But that's not important. What's important is that it expands the pockets!
"You have to keep your word! I actually have a pretty good idea of what the world's core is, and if we all work together, repairing it shouldn't be too difficult. Just you wait and see!"
But this time, no one answered him, as if it were a silence about the future, or a silent mockery.
Gou Fugui didn't pay attention to the silence; he was already thinking about the wonderful life he would have after Dou Dou.
Just then, a scream suddenly came from the east side of him.
Although the shout was only for a moment, it was enough for other shoppers to hear.
Gou Fugui's expression turned serious, and he grabbed a mop from the supermarket and rushed toward the direction from which the sound came.
Although he reacted quickly, he was still quite far from the sound. Gou Fugui had already prepared for the worst, but as he ran, he heard some strange noises.
"You idiot, look at me! What's your skill in chasing women? If you're so capable, chase after me! I'm more handsome, richer, and taller than you. I was the one who hit you with that tennis ball just now. If you're a zombie, come at me!"
Gou Fugui first heard Wang Kuoshao's mockery, which was very hateful to men and also very effective against male zombies.
Then came the sound of chasing and running.
A moment later, Gou Fugui heard a particularly painful sound as a pot smashed against his head. If it were an ordinary person, their skull would have cracked open.
Then he saw Su Linlin running frantically forward with a frying pan in her hand, and a few seconds later an angry zombie chased after her.
Then, a huge basketball slammed into the zombie's head. Gou Fugui didn't even need to use his mop; the zombie was already dazed and disoriented. Finally, the chef, wielding a watermelon knife, delivered the final blow to the zombie's head. When Gou Fugui arrived, the chef grinned at him, knife in hand.
"Brother Fugui, your feint and taunting corpse-luring method is quite effective."
"It can be promoted!"
Gou Fugui looked at the male zombie who was being run away after being hit on the head repeatedly, and felt inexplicably guilty.
"cough."
"Everyone did a great job."
Then, when Gou Fugui returned, he discovered that after this battle, the style of their fourteen-car survival team seemed to have inexplicably gone astray.
At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but when everyone set off in their cars with their backpacks the next morning, he knew he was right.
He opened the door for everyone to the world of the eccentric—
"One team, follow me! Head west! Remember, we're elites, so use elite tactics to draw aggro!"
"Second team, follow me. Let's reason with them. Use weapons if necessary."
"All three teams are sharpshooters. Remember, in crucial moments, it's up to us to throw things to save people. Don't be a coward, use your dunking, can-throwing, and stinky shoe-throwing accuracy on your husbands!"
Then, without Zanghu Fugui having to personally intervene, these people took care of the way out themselves.
"Little trash, you don't have money to buy things, right? Daddy has money here! Aren't you just being resentful of the rich?"
"As a person, you have to be polite. Don't run around, shout, or be disheveled, or you won't even be able to find a partner, you know?"
Dozens of basketballs, tennis balls, cola bottles, and shoes hit their targets precisely, and then everyone got on the bus unharmed.
Fourteen-vehicle convoy self-rescue group:
[Haha, thanks to the rich guy! His mockery of the "corpse-walking" technique is brilliant!]
Tibetan Fox Fugui: "..."
No, don't pin the blame on Hu Fugui.
It's clearly a mocking and untamed Tibetan fox residing within you yourselves!!!
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