Chapter 57 Reappearance of Civilization
"There are too many of them now. I need to clear them out first. Otherwise, if this continues, those zombies will be able to keep up with us by stepping on the corpses." Wei Yanqing's words were a bit exaggerated, but they were not without reason.
Rong Yi kept working, "It's okay, we'll split it 50/50. Collecting the crystal cores is very important, so don't try to deny it to me."
Without Wei Yanqing's help, she would have lost a lot of crystal cores. This 50/50 split is very fair.
Players in other buildings discovered that the zombies they had knocked down were dragged to unoccupied open spaces and thoughtfully grouped into separate piles.
Amidst the gunfire, Xu Ziqiang from the next building shouted, "Thanks, brother!"
Wei Yanqing didn't reply to him, focusing on doing her auxiliary work.
After a while, as if sensing something, he said to Rong Yi, "That evolved zombie has its eye on me and has sent a level two zombie."
As a fellow mentalist, Wei Yanqing deliberately suppressed his own strength, allowing that zombie faction's underling to defeat him, fearing that he would become its greatest enemy after growing up.
The evolved zombies even regained some intelligence.
Rong Yi only cared about the words "Level Two" and asked, "How long will it take to arrive?"
"They're here."
The scope was used to scan the entrance of the residential area, and two zombies that stood out from the crowd were quickly spotted. They smashed through the other zombies and, like strong hunting dogs leading the charge, headed straight for this location.
They also knew to avoid crowded areas with many zombies and instead came from open spaces.
The other players naturally noticed the two zombies, but they were too fast to hit, and their target was the last building, so they temporarily gave up on dealing with them.
Once they entered the appropriate range, Rong Yi fired shots at their bodies, which enraged the two zombies even more.
One of the evolved zombies had exceptionally thick thighs, like frog legs, which gave it amazing jumping power, allowing it to launch itself like a cannonball across a horde of zombies three or four meters wide.
Rong Yi remained calm and fired three shots, hitting the same spot. The rifle bullets, which were several times stronger than ordinary bullets, pierced the head along with the third bullet.
The gun barrel was immediately adjusted, and the other, stronger-looking one clearly intended to retreat, but was forced forward by the psychic zombie lurking in the shadows.
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The first attempt to target the psychopathic zombies ended in failure. Rong Yi was almost in a killing frenzy, and the gun in her hand seemed to become a part of her body, showing signs of losing control. Fortunately, Wei Yanqing calmed her down in time.
The battle was suspended in the evening. There were still more than two hundred zombies downstairs. Xu Ziqiang suggested leaving them for tomorrow.
Rong Yi tilted his head back and moved his neck. The soreness and numbness in his arms had recovered well after Wei Yanqing's treatment.
When I went into the next room, I saw eight indigenous people huddled together with their backpacks, and the window leading to the open-air platform was sealed off.
"Does anyone know how to cook?" The boxed lunches were delicious, but Rong Yi wanted to eat something else if he had the chance.
Seven of them shook their heads hesitantly, while the remaining one cautiously raised his hand, "I can do it, but the taste is just so-so."
Rong Yi was slightly disappointed, but the boxed lunch was still acceptable.
“I will,” Wei Yanqing suddenly said.
Rong Yi was astonished, "You can do that? I never knew that before."
"The circumstances were special before." (Inwardly, I was secretly thinking, "Who would introduce themselves by saying they have excellent cooking skills?")
The room became lively. It seemed that the room had only been decorated for living, and the furniture was still covered with dust cloths. The kitchen was fully equipped with utensils, but everyone only brought bowls and chopsticks.
Wei Yanqing set up a wood-fired stove with a full meter-wide iron pot on it. The indigenous people opened their backpacks and offered food, but Rong Yi only took their seasonings.
"What do you want to eat?" Rong Yi asked excitedly.
Chicken risotto.
Seeing Wei Yanqing's calm expression, Rong Yi put down a bag of rice. "I was worried we wouldn't need this, so let's cook it."
Someone volunteered, "I'll go wash the rice."
Rong Yi waved his hand, "It's alright, no need. Besides, the water supply has been cut off long ago."
After a brief silence, a girl with a low ponytail handed over a jar full of pickled radishes, saying, "These are pickled vegetables my mom makes, they're great with rice."
Rong Yi took the lid and twisted it open. Instantly, a tangy and spicy aroma wafted out, and her eyes lit up. "It smells delicious, so let's not be polite."
Someone handed him a bowl, and Rong Yi picked out some pickled vegetables, then returned the jar to the girl. He tried a piece of radish, and found it to be sour, spicy, and refreshing.
The girl was relieved and happy, but her eyes were slightly red.
Others began to comfort her, saying, "Maybe your mother is alright, she's worried about you at home too."
These words completely broke the girl's defenses, and tears streamed down her face. The other seven girls were also overcome with sadness.
"It's only been a little over a month since school started, and I've been reluctant to eat this kimchi. My mom said I was too careless and didn't take much with me, so she said she'd send me a jar by express delivery."
She left her hometown to study here. Although it's not too far from home, it's still more than 200 kilometers away. In the past, it was easy to go home, but now it's hard to say whether she can safely get there on foot.
Wei Yanqing silently poured oil into the large pot, with a large bowl of meat placed next to it. The sight made the indigenous people temporarily forget their sorrow, swallowing their saliva as they stared at the meat.
A slightly overweight man carefully took a bag out of his bag. "These are high-quality morel mushrooms. They taste especially good when braised with meat. Let's braise them together and eat them."
As the man spoke, he opened the bag, releasing the delicate fragrance of morel mushrooms. Wei Yanqing took it without ceremony, smelled it, and nodded, "It's quite good."
Seeing this, the others took out their supplies. In the early stages of the chaos, everyone had quite a lot of resources, and they laid out beef jerky, dried abalone, dried squid, and other items.
Wei Yanqing returned the dried seafood, saying, "I'm cooking chicken, so let's not mix these in."
Rong Yi pulled out a map. After dealing with this place, they would reach Jin'an District in less than five kilometers. Was it a coincidence that so many zombies appeared in such a close place, or did a large number of people actually gather in Jin'an District?
As the chicken was added to the pot, the aroma filled the entire room. She put away the map and watched as the meat in the pot was caramelized into a beautiful sugar color.
Pour in cold water, then layer the rice on top, and then wait patiently.
The indigenous people watched the fire, and the two of them went to the next room.
"There's some noise upstairs; they look like they want to come down," Wei Yanqing said, pointing upstairs.
Rong Yi had almost forgotten if he hadn't been asked. "Was it attracted by the aroma?" he asked again. "Is the chicken of Tier 1?"
"I'm not sure if it's the aroma that's attracting them, but the chicken is definitely Tier 1, and the rice you're holding also contains energy. I bet those guys can only eat one bowl at most."
“Eating some will be good for their health.” She leaned her elbows on the railing of the open-air balcony. “That evolved zombie has gathered so many minions. Is it going to take over territory or attack Jin’an District?”
After all, this location is too ambiguous, being too close to Jin'an District.
“Now all the underlings belong to us.” Wei Yanqing leaned against the fence, looking down at the horde of zombies howling and stretching their arms.
After chatting for a while, Wei Yanqing glanced at his watch and said, "It's about time, let's go back."
The rice, infused with the aroma of chicken and dried goods, was thoroughly mixed by Wei Yanqing with a large spatula, ensuring that every grain of rice was coated with the sauce, making it look glossy and tempting.
The first bowl was given to Rong Yi, with a large chicken leg on top. He first tasted the rice, which was fragrant and sticky with meat juice. The chicken meat easily fell off the bone. He ate it with the rice and felt completely satisfied.
Seeing the final description, I feel like I should try writing food articles in the future.
(End of this chapter)
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