Chapter 583

The Land Cruiser FJ drove down the mountain. Zhang Su fastened his seatbelt and leaned back in the passenger seat. The slow, leisurely speed allowed him time to appreciate the scenery around him.

Although zombie corpses were scattered everywhere on the barren fields, it could hardly be called beautiful, but it didn't affect his enjoyment of the openness of the wilderness. Even though dark clouds were gathering in the sky, his mood was much brighter.

"Why didn't I feel it before? Outside is much more comfortable than in the city."

Zhang Su sighed. Before the disaster broke out, he was busy shuttling through the city every day, walking in the jungle of reinforced concrete, feeling content. But this time returning to the city, the empty city without people made him feel crowded instead—a very discordant illusion.

"There are no cars on the road, such a big road for you to drive on, don't be nervous, take it slow."

Seeing Zheng Ziwen gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands, staring intently at the road ahead, Zhang Su offered a word of comfort.

"Hmm, okay."

Zheng Ziwen responded simply. At first, he didn't relax because of the words, but soon he felt a sense of relief, and in his heart, he was genuinely not as nervous. Even he himself felt surprised, secretly sighing that his driving skills must have improved.

"Turn right ahead."

Zhang Su pointed casually and then looked out the window. The purpose of this trip was to catch zombies, so he searched hard in the distance while pondering Qiu Hui's various conditions in his heart.

Driving on the highway, Zheng Ziwen didn't know where the destination was, so he kept the speed at twenty or thirty, moving slowly forward. After becoming a little more proficient, he finally managed to get distracted and look at both sides. This look was no small matter—he was given a huge fright!

"Holy shit, there, there's a, a big pit over there!"

Zheng Ziwen stared dumbfounded at the desolate fields in the distance. Under the dark sky, a pitch-black circular pit appeared abruptly on the earth, very eye-catching.

"Drive properly!"

Seeing the car tilting to one side of the road, Zhang Su reached out to hold the steering wheel and straightened the direction, saying: "That's the pit left by bombing zombies a few days ago. Continue north. Presumably nearby... hmm? Turn left at the intersection ahead."

Zhang Su had wanted to say that there probably wouldn't be zombies nearby, but didn't expect that looking toward the direction of Niuquanzi Town, he would see four zombies wandering aimlessly in the wilderness.

This was only five or six kilometers away from Tianmayu, and the straight-line distance was less than four kilometers. Now that there were several hundred people gathered there, and they still couldn't sense the presence of humans, it showed that these few zombies must have lost the ability to sense over long distances.

Human abilities vary, and the strength of zombies is equally uneven.

"Bombs, I didn't hear wrong, right? Bombs can blow up like that, sharp, sharp."

Zheng Ziwen nodded frequently, unable to stop praising.

"What were you doing in Qincheng before?"

"Ah? Me?" Zheng Ziwen didn't expect Zhang Su to ask out of the blue and said a bit flustered: "I didn't, didn't do anything, no fixed job."

"Oh, unemployed."

Zhang Su commented nonchalantly.

"Hmm... not exactly. I have a buddy who does funeral services, occasionally he'd call me to the funeral home to help out with white affairs, could earn some living expenses."

Zheng Ziwen explained with a stiff upper lip, then slowed the car down and turned steadily into the side road.

"Running white affairs? Hey, isn't this job more popular in the countryside? Funeral homes should have their own people arranged, your buddy is alright, still thinking of you. So what were you busy with? Tell me about it."

Zhang Su suddenly became interested. He thought Zheng Ziwen was a slacker with dyed hair who would just sponge off his elders, but didn't expect him to be able to earn money.

"Funeral homes have people, but those people are expensive to use, and families want something affordable, so I'd help with odd jobs, and then there's night watch. The biggest job is wailing at funerals, but that job is rare. Mainly it's odd jobs, holding wreaths, night watch, and running around the funeral home."

Zheng Ziwen gave a rough explanation, a look of nostalgia appearing on his face. Ghost stories were a dime a dozen in funeral homes, but no matter how terrifying they were, they weren't as terrifying as the real world now.

"Being able to earn money is pretty good... hey, stop the car here." Zhang Su didn't want to disturb the zombies, so he called for the car to stop about a kilometer away.

*Beep! * As a result...

Zheng Ziwen stopped the car in a flurry, and accidentally pressed the car horn. The melodious horn sound immediately resounded across the wilderness.

Zhang Su's hand, which was preparing to open the door, froze. He looked at Zheng Ziwen with an expression of "What the hell are you doing?"

"Sorry, no, I'm sorry, I'm not very familiar with this..."

The horn sound had stopped. Zheng Ziwen explained very flusteredly, not knowing what to do, so he simply turned off the car, effectively closing off the last sound to make up for the mistake he had just made.

"You, you're really abstract! Why are you turning it off? If there's real danger, you need to run at any time! Start it, start it!"

Zhang Su instructed quite helplessly.

*Put-put-put. *

After a light engine sound, restarting the car, Zheng Ziwen looked at Zhang Su very awkwardly, not knowing what to do next.

"Why are you looking at me? Get out of the car, prepare to deal with the zombies!"

Zhang Su looked at the zombies in the distance, cursing Zheng Ziwen in his mouth. A horn sound had successfully attracted the attention of the zombies a kilometer away. The four zombies swayed and walked toward the car; before sensing blood, their speed was not fast.

"Oh, oh oh!"

Zheng Ziwen didn't dare to delay. He jumped out of the car, quickly gripped the dagger in his hand, his heart extremely nervous.

Zhang Su looked around. The car horn had only attracted the four zombies in the distance, or rather, there were no free-roaming zombies within a few kilometers. He felt relieved.

"I came out this trip to capture zombies alive and take them back. In a moment, you take charge of two, and leave the others to me!"

"Ah?"

Zheng Ziwen was startled. When preparing those things earlier, he thought they were going out to catch wild animals, never expecting it to be catching zombies!

The image of the crazy zombies encountered in the early morning appeared in his mind involuntarily, and he blurted out: "I, I... how can this work? How to catch them?"

"How to catch them? Do you think it's with bare hands? Of course, it's with tools! The anti-riot fork I told you to bring out earlier, use that. As for how to deal with two at once, please use your sharp little brain, okay? Your uncle let me take you out, you didn't think it was for sightseeing, did you?"

"Oh, oh."

Hearing this, Zheng Ziwen deftly took the anti-riot fork from the trunk. Because the pole was too long, it was disassembled into two sections. He quickly screwed it on. Holding the three-meter-long anti-riot fork in his hand, he not only felt no sense of security but was worried about how to use it.

Zhang Su put on his gloves, gripped his dog-leg military knife, and assigned tasks: "In a moment, that... hey, these four zombies' clothes are almost rotted away, you take charge of the two with bare arms, and leave the remaining two to me."

"Al, alright... must we wait? Can, can we take the initiative?"

Zheng Ziwen looked at the zombies still swaying hundreds of meters away and felt that waiting was agonizing.

"Take the initiative?" Zhang Su looked at Zheng Ziwen with a surprised expression, thinking to himself that this guy was too much of a rookie. He spread his hands: "I'm easy, whatever you feel confident about, do it. I'll follow you!"

Zheng Ziwen twitched the corner of his mouth. Taking the Yama King to catch zombies—this was truly too magical. He gritted his teeth, gripped the dagger in one hand and the anti-riot fork in the other, and walked forward one step at a time.

Zhang Su looked at Zheng Ziwen, who was like a Macedonian phalanx soldier, and couldn't help but laugh. Can he catch zombies like this? He can feed the zombies!

However, he followed behind Zheng Ziwen and said nothing.

(End of chapter)