Chapter 670

"Master Jia, let others do the small work. The generator matter is the highest priority. I'm leaving first, you guys eat!"

Zhang Su wiped his mouth, walked out of the restaurant, and couldn't delay the call from the Rush to the Mountains and Seas team.

"Old Duan, the signal is bad. Let Luezi adjust it!"

Zhang Su replied to Duan Wuhu while walking home. Thinking of the black crystal, he remembered that the bag of super-hard bones was still at home, so he would take it to Ding Yongguo for research.

After about two minutes, Duan Wuhu's voice sounded again.

"Is it better this time? Brother Zhang, hello, hello."

"OK, are you still traveling at night?"

Zhang Su was surprised. The signal was good when they contacted last night. If they hadn't changed places, there shouldn't be any fluctuations.

Duan Wuhu looked at Wu Lue, saw him spread his hands, scratched his head and said: "Maybe the equipment has some flaws. Brother Zhang, we have encountered a problem now and need you to make a decision."

"Hmm, go ahead."

"It's like this..."

Duan Wuhu concisely recounted what happened at midnight, and finally said: "My meaning is to invite that friend to go with us. What do you think should be done about this?"

"Strong combat power, sentimental and righteous. What's there to think about? Just pull him into our camp directly. We can slowly guide the mental problems later. It's not easy. It's been so long, and there are still stragglers outside..."

Zhang Su sighed. It had been five months since the disaster broke out, and someone had actually been lurking in the village. But it was also miserable. Only one person was left in the whole village, immersed in the blow of losing relatives and friends, unable to pull himself out for a long time.

According to Duan Wuhu's description, the place where they were wasn't far from Qingxian. At that time, the Green Dragon Legion only focused their attention on the Qingxian urban area and hadn't had time to search the surrounding villages, missing a brave survivor.

Since someone could hide in Red Ditch Village, it couldn't be ruled out that there would be similar situations, but these people chose to live in seclusion, intentionally hiding themselves. If there was no hostility, there was no need to specifically disturb them. If they happened to meet, that was another matter.

"Got it, Brother Zhang, you're busy. If everything goes well, we can enter the city this morning. We'll find a way to contact you then!"

Both sides ended the call.

"What did Brother Su say? He must have invited that person to go with us, right?"

Wu Lue saw Duan Wuhu walk into the room and handed him a bowl of porridge.

The porridge was no longer hot. Duan Wuhu finished it in two gulps, wiped his mouth, nodded and said: "That's right, a fierce general, worth winning over. I'll go talk to him and see his willingness. The principle is still the same: we won't delay time. You guys pack up after eating."

In the courtyard, the mysterious person was still moving corpses, but his physical strength obviously couldn't keep up. Before, he was carrying them, later he was shouldering them, and now he could only drag them...

"Friend, take a break, let's chat for a few words."

Duan Wuhu walked up to help the mysterious person and signaled him to sit on the steps.

The man's state was much more stable than in the early morning, but he didn't agree to Duan Wuhu's request. He shook his head with a dull expression and continued to be busy with his work.

No one knew why he wanted to line up the corpses, and no one knew what he planned to do next.

"That, friend, what's your surname?"

Duan Wuhu rubbed his hands awkwardly, took advantage of the other party putting down the corpse, and handed over a cigarette.

The man didn't refuse the cigarette, took it and put it in his chapped lips, took out a match from the pocket of his tattered cotton jacket, struck it with a snap, lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and said hoarsely: "Hong."

"You are obviously older than me, so I'll call you Old Hong."

Duan Wuhu nodded knowingly, thinking this Hong was the Red of Red Ditch Village.

"Old Hong, you said you haven't left the village since the disaster broke out. Then do you know that this disaster has affected the whole world, and everywhere in the world has become like the one around us."

Old Hong exhaled smoke, his hands didn't stop working, and he said sparingly: "Guessed it."

"To tell you the truth... now in the whole Qingxian area, there are probably not many survivors outside. We came from a very large survivor camp to investigate the explosion. Old Hong, you continue to stay alone in Red Ditch Village. Consider joining our camp. Currently, the camp has nearly a thousand people, no worries about food and drink, and it's developing very well."

Duan Wuhu deliberated and extended an olive branch. He specifically exaggerated the population, but seven or eight hundred people saying nearly a thousand wasn't excessive, better than a monthly income of less than thirty thousand, specifically two thousand three...

Old Hong took a puff of his cigarette, then continued to work, without expressing his stance.

Just at this moment, people walked out of the house, carrying large and small bags, obviously packed and ready to set off.

Duan Wuhu didn't want to give up, chased to Old Hong's side, and said: "Old Hong, although you are not young, your combat ability is stronger than all of us. The camp really needs talents like you. If you are willing, you can go with us. After the investigation is finished, we will go back to the camp together!"

Talent...

After these words were finished, Old Hong's face trembled. The word "talent" that was blurted out touched his nerves.

Duan Wuhu unreservedly expressed appreciation and affirmation, precisely hitting Old Hong's psychological vulnerability.

The reason why Old Hong was like a withered tree was that he felt that the people he knew in this world were already dead, no one knew him, living was meaningless, and his age was not small, so he lived one day at a time, purely better to live than to die.

But the other party affirmed his value, gave the affirmation of talent, and expressed demand! This made Old Hong feel that he still had a place to use his skills.

"I want to bury them."

Old Hong didn't refuse this time, just said he still had things to do.

Duan Wuhu was overjoyed, knowing that this matter had a chance, but then he worried again. More than a hundred corpses, unless they got an excavator, otherwise even if everyone worked together to dig a pit, they would be exhausted! Just at this moment, Pu Canyong leaned over and said sneakily: "Old master, our country has long advocated cremation. Why are you still sticking to the old traditions? Look at these relatives and friends, do you think it's good to bury them in this appearance?"

As soon as these words were finished, the people working on the scene, Duan Wuhu, and Old Hong who was moving the corpses all froze. What a "good appearance"! "That, Old Hong, the young man's words carry a little joke, but the truth is real."

Duan Wuhu hurriedly smoothed things over. He was quick-witted. Since someone mentioned the matter of cremation, and looking at Old Hong's reaction, he seemed to be moved, so he pushed the boat with the current: "The zombie virus occupies the human body, why keep burying it in the soil? It's better to drive away the evil spirits with a fire. The spirits of these fellow villagers will be comforted when they see it, and they will ascend to bliss early. What do you say?"

As long as the direction is found, even the most stubborn person can be persuaded.

Old Hong's turbid eyes looked at Duan Wuhu, then looked at Pu Canyong, and nodded with red eyes.

"Come, come, everyone work together, help Old Hong."

Seeing Old Hong agree, Duan Wuhu hurriedly greeted everyone to help.

"That, Hong, Master Hong, are you sure you will go with us after finishing the matter?"

Some people didn't ask too many questions and started directly, but Lu Yubo was not at ease and had to ask clearly, so as not to work in vain. He wouldn't do a losing business.

Old Hong paused again like before, then nodded slightly, and then continued to work.

Having received a definite answer, everyone moved. With many people, there was great strength. In a short while, more than a hundred corpses were neatly arranged in the center of the street.

Pfft! The torch was lit. Duan Wuhu handed it to Old Hong with a solemn expression and said: "Brother Hong, the corpses infected by the zombie virus burn very quickly. You light the fire, be careful."

"Thank you, thank you everyone."

Old Hong took the torch, bowed to Duan Wuhu and everyone, then walked to the corpses, closed his eyes, and didn't know what he was muttering. Opening his eyes again, he very decisively put the torch on the first corpse.

Whoosh... whoosh!

After months of natural drying, the moisture in the zombies' bodies was already very low, extremely flammable, and could be said to catch fire as soon as it touched it. More than a hundred corpses extended for seventy or eighty meters, and in less than three minutes, they all caught fire.

The raging flames burned violently under the gloomy sky, forming a strong color contrast, emitting a lot of heat, and the distorted air blurred the vision.

The fire in Red Ditch Village burned fiercely, not disturbing people or little hamsters, but the tall zombie on the cliff of Yunlong Valley was not good...

The moment the flames rose in the village, the tall zombie's vertical mouth opened wide, its teeth, half a finger long, lined up one after another. Unlike the white teeth of ordinary zombies, some of its teeth had dark brown traces...

The flames danced in the distance, and the tall zombie sat restlessly on the cliff. At this moment, it seemed to have recovered its standing. Sometimes it darted into the cave to hide, sometimes it crawled out of the cave upside down, sometimes it ran in circles in front of the cave using both hands and feet...

(End of chapter)