Chapter 665

"Hey!"

A moment later, a figure vaulted over the wall and landed in the courtyard with great arrogance. He showed no caution at all, as if he hadn't even considered that the people inside might harm him. It was hard to tell if he was stupid or just... cool.

Everyone's eyes landed on the newcomer's face. Messy hair poked out from under a hat, and his face was wrapped in a scarf for warmth. He was filthy, and he wore so many layers—cotton jackets, down jackets, windbreakers—that he looked as bizarre as could be.

"My friend..."

"Red Ditch Village doesn't welcome you. You should leave!"

The mysterious person interrupted Duan Wuhu directly.

"Hey, are you not reading the situation? We have more people and guns. You come to negotiate with us, and this is your attitude?"

"Hmm, friend, you rest. Zhuzi, you come and take care of this friend."

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The mysterious person's voice was slightly hoarse, and he kept urging them.

"They aren't zombies!" The mysterious person suddenly became agitated, his voice rising slightly. He must have known that zombies were sensitive to sound, so although he was angry, he still restrained himself.

"They aren't dead; they've just found another way to live!"

Zhao Dezhu was the first to object, raising his gun barrel.

"Living with real people..."

Zhao Dezhu understood the hint. Holding his gun in his right hand and a steel rebar club in his left, he stood "attentively" about two or three meters away from the mysterious person, as if guarding a high-security prisoner.

"Hey, damn it, I told you to watch him, is this how you watch him?"

Duan Wuhu had already figured out how to communicate with the mysterious person, and he was becoming increasingly adept at it.

"Friend, don't go. They are already very tired. Wouldn't it be better to send them to their final rest?"

Hearing this, the nine people looked at each other.

"Ahem. Friend, judging by what you're saying, you're a survivor from Red Ditch Village, right? We're just staying the night and will leave at dawn."

Duan Wuhu gave Zhao Dezhu a look. This kind of "taking care" was not the other kind; if it were real care, there would be no need to assign someone from the top-tier combat unit to guard him personally.

"Hey, fellow villager, you say your relatives have found another way to live, but would you be willing to become like that? I know how to change, do you want me to help you?"

"How about we try to persuade him first?"

Duan Wuhu didn't dwell on it and asked about other things.

Awoo, awoo! Suddenly, the howling of zombies from afar reached the courtyard.

Duan Wuhu called out to the mysterious person who was preparing to climb the wall and leave.

The mysterious person immediately retorted, eyes wide, as if terrified that the other party wouldn't agree with this point of view.

Wu Lue exclaimed, his hand holding the remote control trembling, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

"Friend, if you can't bear it, it doesn't matter. We'll handle it. You rest on the side. Sending friends and family to their final rest is a blessing. Their spirits in heaven will thank us, and of course, they will thank you too!"

The Yama Legion members looked at Duan Wuhu; fortunately, they had the "brain" to come up with ideas. The Dragon Head camp members looked at Shen Linrui.

Duan Wuhu walked up and offered a cigarette, acting very polite and friendly.

The mysterious person repeated it with a dull gaze, seemingly finding it reasonable, and then repeated it again.

"It's the fellow villagers rioting again. I have to go and lead them back. I have to..."

Shen Linrui walked to Duan Wuhu's side and whispered. Lu Yubo and Zhao Dezhu had strange expressions on their faces; a PE teacher is still a teacher, he really has some tricks up his sleeve!

"I don't want your things, I just want you to leave Red Ditch Village. I can even give you things! When you don't come, the villagers are quiet and peaceful. As soon as you arrive, everyone becomes agitated and restless. Please leave, I beg you!"

Duan Wuhu felt a wave of pressure. If the other party had rushed up and caused trouble, it would have been easy to subdue or even kill him. But the man's request wasn't unreasonable; he just wanted them to leave and was even offering various things, making it truly difficult to decide.

"Friend, in your heart, you actually know that people are people and zombies are zombies. Why keep guarding them? There are camps built by survivors outside, quite large, probably about the same size as the old Red Ditch Village. You should live with real people."

As soon as these words were spoken, the mysterious person froze by the wall...

"Red Ditch Village couldn't possibly have only those hundred-plus people, right? What about the others?"

Zhao Dezhu ran to the screen and looked. On the screen, the zombies had already run out of the auditorium and were heading their way!

Zhao Dezhu asked the soul-searching question.

After settling the mysterious person's emotions, Duan Wuhu said to Wu Lue: "Put away the drone, prepare for battle!"

"Holy crap, this is bad!"

Lu Yubo and Zhao Dezhu looked at each other, exchanging glances that conveyed the same meaning: this guy is obsessed.

Everyone was speechless. It was clear that this person wasn't bad at heart, just too stubborn, and he had likely already closed off his own mind.

His style of handling things was completely different from Zhang Su's, and this approach made Zhao Dezhu and Lu Yubo feel a bit uncomfortable.

Duan Wuhu nodded without hesitation; he had the same intention. If the other party wasn't evil, then he would try to persuade him with kind words.

"Fellow villagers? Friend, the fellow villagers you're talking about couldn't be those zombies, could they?"

This immediately caused the mysterious person's brain to crash. He hung his head for a long time, unable to speak. After about half a minute, he finally spoke, saying dejectedly: "I beg you, leave. I'll give you hundreds of catties of grain. Whatever you want, take whatever is in the village, just take it and go!"

The mysterious person didn't insist anymore, sliding down the wall to sit on the ground. The steel spear in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, the dejected look on his face as if saying, do whatever you want.

"Old Duan, are you planning to... send those zombies away?" Shen Linrui asked urgently, matching Duan Wuhu's terminology.

Duan Wuhu asked with a strange expression.

Pu Canyong made a joking remark to lighten the atmosphere.

The situation was becoming increasingly urgent. Faintly, one could already hear the sound of zombies breaking through obstacles, heading toward them with a clear target.

Zhao Dezhu and Lu Yubo were also very helpless. They were cold and ruthless when dealing with bad guys, but they didn't know what to do when facing such a well-meaning paranoid.

Duan Wuhu rubbed his forehead, not expecting to run into a madman. He shook his head and said: "Friend, have you been guarding the village the whole time? The world outside has changed. Ninety-nine percent of the people in the world have become like that. They are already dead!"

"They are my... they are my family, my relatives, my friends!"

"Not bad, uncle, you have quite a lot of friends..."

The mysterious person seemed not to see the black rifles, continuing to himself: "Red Ditch Village was originally peaceful and harmonious. As soon as you came, you made it chaotic. This place doesn't welcome you. You leave, leave quickly!"

Hearing this question, the mysterious person was clearly stunned for a moment, then said impatiently: "The others ran away. I don't have a good relationship with them, so I don't care about them. I only care about my family, relatives, and friends!"

Aerial surveillance was now meaningless. One could hear the zombies with their own ears, getting closer and closer. There was no need to hold onto any wishful thinking; they were definitely coming for the courtyard!

This time, they were actually less nervous because they knew a battle was inevitable, and after understanding the situation, they were full of confidence.

As the zombie horde rioted in the village, the tall zombie sitting on the hillside showed an excited expression, as if it were affected by the emotions from several kilometers away.

Awoo, awoo...

The tall zombie let out an inexplicable cry, its long arms supporting its body as it performed a series of strange movements. Due to its weakness, every movement seemed listless, but if a human saw it, their jaw would definitely drop. Not to mention zombies, even humans couldn't perform some of these movements! This was a tall zombie that could perform high-difficulty movements! (End of chapter)