Chapter 91
It is not a large white fluffy patch, but rather a collection of tiny flowers and grains, inconspicuous yet truly the eyes of the dark, growing silently among all kinds of dying weeds.
The group came out from a tributary of Jianshi and advanced eastward little by little.
Along the way, they seemed to be like many other psychics who were hurrying on the road or looking for supplies, riding bicycles or other energy-saving means of transportation, and moving forward in a dusty manner.
The only difference is that they are all in good spirits, their bodies are clean, their clothes are neat, and their exposed arms, legs, and necks do not show any signs of contamination from water sources or other environments.
The weather in April remained at around 10 degrees Celsius, which was much cooler than last year's 20 to 30 degrees Celsius. It seemed to have returned to the natural climate of spring before the end of the world.
However, the further downstream you go, the more you can see traces of the ravages of the flood in various places.
There are some seemingly ordinary areas under the water, which buried many bodies of people who did not have time to evacuate, as well as the zombies who were still able to move.
For zombies, they don't need to breathe, and it doesn't matter whether they move on the surface or underwater. It's just that it's easy for them to stand unsteadily underwater, so they try to walk towards the river bank. This means that every time Fu Erdie and her friends walk a distance, they will see many zombies crawling out of the water.
Fu Erdie uses his clairvoyance to make sure there are no psychics or zombies with special powers passing by. He then gets rid of these zombies and sprinkles dandelion seeds on them, letting the dandelions slowly digest them while he continues on his way.
The terrain downstream has changed a lot because of flood problems.
Landslides buried the roads, and coupled with one large and small earthquake after another, many low-lying areas were either filled with muddy water or had been made rugged and dirty by the reinforced concrete of various abandoned houses that collapsed and were impossible to walk on.
Fu Erdie and her companions were riding bicycles, and were traveling quite slowly. They encountered many things that looked solid but were actually soft and loose to step on, like quicksand swamps. They needed to assemble their bicycles and fly over them.
After two or three days of such difficult terrain, Fu Erdie chose not to continue going deeper downstream, but instead moved closer to the south in this difficult area on the edge of land and water.
Two years of high temperatures have caused the glaciers to melt, and now the water level, or the sea level connected by the flood, has risen to a point where it can no longer rise.
No matter how much it rains later, it is just the evaporated water that falls in the form of rain. The total amount of water is limited, and there is not much room for fluctuations.
As for the bases originally located downstream, either they are still in the vast downstream plain area due to their special abilities, or they have set up camp not far from the water's edge.
Fu Erdie and the others were growing dandelions and scattering seeds as they walked, and they were letting the zucchini absorb zombies to the best of their ability. They did not speed up the pace because of the previous seventh-level zombie king.
At this time, in Qing City in the south, the leader of the base, who had not heard from the Butterfly Garden group for a long time, was pounding the table in frustration.
"Boss," one of the subordinates carefully looked at the boss's face and said carefully, "Maybe they are just lying dormant and haven't come out yet? Our people have already gone over there, maybe they will send back news soon, you...ah!"
The man was kicked and flew out of the already broken window on the twelfth floor, falling on the rocky road outside.
His head and back hit the sharp concrete slabs, leaving long bloody wounds.
But he did not die. Instead, he adjusted his posture and knelt in fear where he fell, kowtowed towards the 12th floor and admitted his mistake.
An irritable "Get lost" solved the man's dilemma. He ignored the pain and ran away quickly.
The boss on the 12th floor got even angrier and pushed everything on the table down.
Qing City used to be a big city in the south, with very developed water and land transportation, so local agricultural products were never hard to sell. It was also a transportation hub for many places, and was a prosperous second-tier city.
But now, half of Qing City was flooded, and he, a high-level psychic, had no way to survive.
How good it must be.
Under that man's instructions, he used special methods to continuously advance and reached his current seventh level. He also gathered a large group of people with special abilities under his command.
But what does it matter? A bunch of idiots are useless. They can't repair houses, build water towers, or grow more varieties of crops. Even a small solar panel has a small malfunction, and the more they repair it, the worse it gets! They are just a bunch of good-for-nothings! He is the boss, but he feels like a primitive man.
The only difference is that primitive people lived in caves, and they lived in these building ruins that were constantly rusted by the environment.
I'm so angry!
He wanted to go inland to find a more intact city and live in a more luxurious house, but the man said that if he left the water's edge, it would be difficult to sit back and wait for so many zombies to come out of the water.
In order to upgrade the plan, he must continue to stay here with his men to upgrade...
It would be fine if I was just squatting here normally, fighting mutant zombies, collecting crystal cores, and killing some escaped mutants, and the days would pass by so "simplely".
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
As a result, he gradually discovered that things were not as easy as that person said at the beginning.
The zombie king, who was supposed to be firmly under control, began to lose control, and their simple base was often ambushed by high-level zombies from all sides. In addition, the words coming from the distant butterfly garden were like the buzzing of mosquitoes, disturbing them!
Why is it that in the end times, they are in a ruined city with cold winters and hot summers, while they are in a residential building with air conditioning on, playing with tablets, and having countless delicious foods and drinks just by fiddling with potted plants every day? !
They sent many people to gather information, but some of them disappeared after they went out. It was unknown whether they had died or did not want to contact them, but they just disappeared.
Some of them successfully entered the area covered by the D City Base or the C City Butterfly Garden. They finally charged the telegraph and sent them some messages, but the communication channel was soon cut off. It was unknown whether they were discovered by the people in the D City Base or the Butterfly Garden, or whether they had betrayed.
In short, ever since the Butterfly Garden and City D took the initiative to cut off the official channels, Yingda, the boss of Qing City, has never received complete information about the current situation over there. Now his mentality is exploding once a day.
He didn't want to admit that he was afraid that the people over there would find out something and come looking for him.
After all, he is at least a seventh-level psychic, and he has so many sixth- and fifth-level people under him. There is no reason to be afraid of that woman and her incompetent subordinates.
But as time went by, he was still worried and anxious every day, and he killed more and more zombies that had not yet been "raised to maturity".
,
(End of this chapter)