Chapter 581

"What is this? Pitch black, *sniff-sniff*... Hey, don't say, it really does have a smell of liquefied petroleum gas. This thing wouldn't be concentrated liquefied gas, would it? That wouldn't be worth much..."

Duan Wuhu squinted his eyes, staring at the black square.

Xie Yan also leaned in, holding his glasses to examine it carefully, and muttered: "Still have to put it on the instruments, otherwise how can we study this..."

"It will be a bit troublesome, but there is still a way!"

Fu Weijun suddenly sat up straight, then realized: "Right, what were you two busy with just now? Has Mr. Zhang left?"

"Mr. Zhang left after checking on Liu Tianji and Ke Zhiyu. He is going to catch a few ordinary zombies to conduct an experiment for Qiu Hui. He thinks Qiu Hui possesses certain zombie traits and wants to see if it will attract the attention of zombies."

Xie Yan did not intend to hide anything and explained it in detail.

"Oh?"

Fu Weijun, who had been absent-minded, suddenly became interested. His eyes brightened as he nodded, then continued: "Mr. Zhang's idea is unique. Why didn't we consider this point? Put that way, it really is possible!"

"Let's just say, if someone really could avoid attracting the attention of zombies, that would be too amazing!"

Duan Wuhu's face was full of yearning.

He had conducted tests before, smearing himself with zombie flesh and viscera in an attempt to avoid zombie attention, but the result was futile. After arriving at Tianmayu, he discovered that even bulletproof vests made from petrified zombie skin couldn't fool zombies, so he directly gave up on exploration in this area.

"Mr. Zhang didn't just think of this point." Xie Yan sighed with a strange expression: "Earlier, little Qiu was almost about to enter a manic state again. Mr. Zhang injected her with a sedative, but only one milliliter was needed to suppress it. The current conclusion is that as long as the headache is controlled, she won't go mad. You tell me about this..."

Xie Yan gave a silent, bitter smile. A layman came over, did some research, and immediately discovered several problems—how were they, the professionals, supposed to feel?

"People without theoretical constraints have unconstrained thoughts. I quite admire Mr. Zhang. Anyway... I'm going to check on the situation of Liu Tianji and Ke Zhiyu. Dr. Xie, you continue to study this corpse; there should still be areas worth exploring."

"Sure, no problem."

Xie Yan agreed readily, saying so as he went to get gloves and tools.

Duan Wuhu walked naturally behind the wheelchair to push it, but heard Fu Weijun say:

"Brother Duan, you've been busy for a long time, take a rest. I'll move around myself, I'll call you when I need to go downstairs."

"Oh, alright, then be careful yourself."

Duan Wuhu didn't suspect anything. He handed the plastic bag containing the medicine to Fu Weijun, and while helping him open the door, said: "This is the painkiller the Second Lady brought over earlier for Qiu Hui. You see how to configure the dosage; we need to get the right amount, don't waste it."

"Hmm, let me see."

Fu Weijun agreed and left the room.

"Brother Liu, your Yama Legion is truly impressive. I want to join too; do you think I have a chance?"

Ke Zhiyu lay on his side, gradually adapting to the black-and-white vision, and it wasn't as uncomfortable anymore, though there was still some lingering pain in his body.

Liu Tianji moved his severed arm, which no longer had a hand, and gave a bitter smile: "Don't talk about whether you can join; I'm even afraid of being kicked out by Brother Su. Look at me now, *sigh*, let's not talk about these depressing things. If you want to join the Yama Legion, first of all, you need to have extraordinary skills, and then... hmm? Dr. Fu?"

Just as they were chatting, the door was pushed open, and a gust of slightly cool wind blew into the warm room.

"Chatting?"

Fu Weijun slowly rolled his wheelchair into the room and turned to close the door.

"Yeah, lying here is too boring, just idle chatter. Does meeting the observation time mean we can leave?"

Liu Tianji was hoping to return to a normal life as soon as possible.

"Don't be impatient, at least wait until after tonight." Fu Weijun came between the two beds, looked left and right, and said calmly: "You are recovering well. Do you feel any changes?"

Hearing that they had to endure another night, Liu Tianji felt a bit depressed, but thinking that there was no zombification, he felt it was better than anything. Hearing Fu Weijun's question, he thought for a moment: "No changes, but I discovered a problem. I can't feel pain. The wound on my hand doesn't hurt at all, it doesn't hurt even when I touch it, and I don't seem to feel any itchiness either. Did you give me medicine?"

Liu Tianji hadn't noticed before, but later he accidentally used his severed limb to support his body and gave himself a fright, only to discover it didn't hurt at all, which made him realize the problem. "Oh? There's such a thing? No medicine was given..." Fu Weijun frowned and nodded, looking at Ke Zhiyu: "And you? Is it the same?"

Ke Zhiyu shook his head gloomily: "I can feel pain, it still hurts now..."

"This should also be an individual difference in the zombification-blocking serum. We still have a long way to go in this regard, but overall, you are developing in a good direction. Take the medicine in a while, and after tonight, if nothing happens, you can move around freely."

As he spoke, Fu Weijun pushed his wheelchair to the desk, took out medicine boxes and bottles from the plastic bag Duan Wuhu had given him, as well as a self-sealing bag, and began to dispense medicine with a calm expression.

"Nothing will happen, we will definitely make it through."

"Yes, Brother Liu is right, we survived a great disaster, there must be good fortune ahead."

Liu Tianji and Ke Zhiyu had absolutely no doubts about taking the medicine and were in a very good mood.

"Hey, Old Ding, what's going on? No bed in the room?"

Zhang Su was preparing to go to the parking lot to find a car; he couldn't walk to catch zombies. Passing by outside the Wangshan Homestay, he saw Ding Yongguo, looking very angry, moving bed frames out of the homestay warehouse with Zheng Ziwen.

"Hey, Boss Zhang. Don't mention it! Put it down, I told you to put it down!"

Seeing Zhang Su, Ding Yongguo signaled Zheng Ziwen to put the bed down and said with extreme frustration: "A perfectly good bed, this silly kid jumped and lay on it, and snapped the crossbeam. You tell me what kind of thing this is..."

Zheng Ziwen stood to the side with his head down, his hand touching the head of the bed, clearly very embarrassed. His uncle was being relatively subtle; it wasn't just one crossbeam that broke, but half the bed had collapsed.

"Maybe it hasn't been used in a long time and the wood rotted." Zhang Su didn't know what to say; this guy was truly a talent.

"Anyway, I'll find some wood later to rebuild the bed. Boss Zhang, why aren't you resting? What are you busy with?"

Ding Yongguo not only knew how to forge iron but also knew a bit of carpentry. He couldn't do anything too delicate, but building a bed or a wardrobe was no problem.

Zhang Su pointed toward the parking lot: "Going out for something. You guys carry on."

"Wait a second, Boss Zhang."

Seeing Zhang Su stepping away, Ding Yongguo hurriedly chased him to the courtyard gate and smiled: "May I ask, what are you going out for? Do you need a helper?"

"A helper?"

Zhang Su raised an eyebrow. Since things had reached this point, how could he not understand? His gaze flicked toward the unresponsive Zheng Ziwen, and he saw Ding Yongguo smile sheepishly; everything was understood without words.

"It's dangerous!"

Zhang Su said seriously. He was going out to catch zombies, not to play.

"Dangerous? Then isn't it even more necessary to have someone to lend a hand?"

Upon hearing this, a shrewd smile appeared on Ding Yongguo's wrinkled cheeks. What a joke, in this world, where is there no danger!

Zhang Su smiled and pointed at Ding Yongguo, understanding the other party's intention—hoping he could take Zheng Ziwen along, not necessarily to teach the kid anything, but at least to let him suffer a bit and temper his character.

This little matter was no problem at all for Zhang Su, and it could bring a little fun to a boring task. Most importantly, he had already given Ding Yongguo a big job without him knowing, so he didn't decline.

Seeing Zhang Su's attitude, Ding Yongguo knew what it meant and immediately turned to wave at Zheng Ziwen: "Ziwen, come here! Your Uncle Zhang needs someone to help out with an errand, go and assist him!"

"Ah?"

Zheng Ziwen walked to the two of them, stunned by the news, and blurted out: "Zhang... Yama King is so powerful, what could he possibly need me for..."

After watching Zhang Su's duel with the nine members of the Flying Wolf Gang, Zheng Ziwen's mind was full of Zhang Su's figure during the fight. He kept imagining himself in that image, trying to use the law of attraction to make himself stronger.

(End of chapter)