Chapter 671

"Look, Old Hong, zombies and humans are completely different species. Can humans burn like this?"

Duan Wuhu was still nagging on the side, feeling a bit like Tang Seng chanting scriptures. He was afraid that Old Hong wouldn't be able to think it through.

As the zombie corpses were gradually swallowed by the flames and concentrated into a mass of matter, the boulder pressing on Old Hong's heart began to loosen.

Zhao Dezhu walked to Old Hong's side, handed him a cigarette, and asked: "Fellow villager, is there any grain in the village?"

Old Hong looked at Zhao Dezhu with red eyes, then nodded slightly.

One hour later, 8:30 in the morning.

Vehicles drove out of Red Ditch Village one after another, from the original four to eight. Except for Old Hong and Zhao Dezhu who firmly refused to drive, everyone else had one! The extra cars weren't loaded with anything else, but all grain!

After Zhao Dezhu asked Old Hong, Old Hong took a few people to find the warehouse. He hadn't been idle when he was in the village. Day after day, he collected grain, practiced martial arts, and then chatted and reminisced with his "friends and family" at night...

Not to mention four cars, even if four more came, they probably wouldn't be able to finish the remaining inventory.

Awoo...

On the cliff of Yunlong Valley, the tall zombie watched the convoy go away and was ready to jump off the cliff immediately. But after hesitating for a while, it finally chose to climb down along the mountain body. With its long arms past its knees and a pair of long legs, its speed was very fast! "Brother Hong, what is your full name? I still don't know."

Duan Wuhu took Old Hong and continued to advance toward the Shanhai area. The closer they got to the Shanhai area, the cleaner the road surface became, at least they didn't need to get out of the car to clean it, but the speed still couldn't be increased, basically staying at twenty kilometers per hour.

Old Hong leaned against the cold car window glass, and there was a patch of water mist in the area in front of his mouth. After hearing the question, he said: "My real name hasn't been called for a long time. I'm the fourth in my family, everyone calls me Hong the Fourth."

Through the rearview mirror, looking at the broken Red Ditch Village one last time, Hong the Fourth's mood seemed to open up a bit, and his words increased slightly.

"Tsk..."

Duan Wuhu smacked his lips. This question was not much different from not asking. He smiled and said: "Then I'll call you Brother Hong. To tell you the truth, I really can't tell how old you are. Is it convenient to tell me?"

Hong the Fourth hesitated for a while, as if calculating his age, and then said: "It seems to be fifty-two, it should be. How about you?"

"Me?" Duan Wuhu was stunned for a moment, not expecting the other party to ask a question. Curiosity is equal to the desire to survive. Since he began to be interested in the things around him, it meant he already had the motivation to live.

"I'm much younger than you. I'm just thirty-six this year. Haha, my zodiac year. Sigh, everyone says that the zodiac year offends Tai Sui and you have to be careful. In this great disaster, my being careful is useless..."

Duan Wuhu said with a bitter smile and shook his head, then said: "Brother Hong, to be honest, your kung fu is really amazing, and you are over fifty, your physical strength and all aspects are very strong. What did you do before?"

Recalling the battle with the zombies, Hong the Fourth, while not using killing moves, could still perform precise strikes on the zombies' weak points. The use of weapons and the control of force were all very in place! Hong the Fourth felt the warmth of the car air conditioning, took off his hat, pointed to the wilderness by the road, and said: "I used to be a shepherd, kung fu... sigh."

Speaking of kung fu, Hong the Fourth's mood suddenly sank. Then he took out a plastic bag from his tattered cotton jacket, opened the plastic bag, untied the kraft paper seal, and a rotten book was revealed inside.

"My father said back then that whoever was willing to be a shepherd would pass on the ancestral Hong family stick technique. My two older sisters and older brother were unwilling, my younger brother was just three years old, and I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, just unwilling to study, so I took over the shepherd's whip and this stick technique book."

Speaking of distant memories, a light actually appeared in Hong the Fourth's eyes. He had felt that life was bitter all the way, but he didn't expect that one day he would miss the bitter days, because it was even more bitter now! "Oh! A martial arts family with inheritance? It seems that Old Master Hong was a martial arts master back then! Respect, respect!"

Duan Wuhu sincerely expressed admiration. His generation was the generation most deeply influenced by martial arts novels. When they were young, they basically harbored martial arts dreams. He didn't expect to meet martial arts people after the disaster broke out. As a result, Hong the Fourth's words extinguished Duan Wuhu's fantasy.

"My old father took over the shepherd's whip and the stick technique book from my grandfather, but he only herded sheep. He was just a shepherd, probably never flipped through this book, and then he followed the family rules and passed it on to me."

Hong the Fourth told the stories of the previous generations in a desolate way, full of memories in his words, but it always seemed a little bit funny.

"Brother Hong, not to mention anything else, looking at your kung fu against zombies last night, it is definitely a success. This stick technique is a genuine martial arts secret book!"

Duan Wuhu looked at the tattered book in Hong the Fourth's arms with some envy.

Unexpectedly, Hong the Fourth was very generous and put the Hong family stick technique book, which was about to fall apart, on the car's center console.

"If you are willing to learn, take it and learn. Anyway, I have no one to pass it on to. If more people can learn it, it's better than rotting in the soil!"

Hong the Fourth was also a person of the new era, with relatively open thinking, willing to let the family inheritance be carried forward.

Duan Wuhu was a bit surprised, not expecting the other party to be so generous. The warm air from the air conditioning outlet blew the pages of the book, and he hurriedly took it to the central armrest. The fragile paper couldn't withstand the destruction.

"Brother Hong, are you not married?"

"You want to ask about my child, right? Yes, my eldest daughter married to Qitai Village next door. Only eight people escaped from the whole village, no daughter of mine, my old son... my old son also died that morning."

Hong the Fourth's thick and messy eyebrows trembled, took out a wrinkled cigarette and lit it.

"Sigh, in this world, nothing to say!" Duan Wuhu shook his head, then gently patted the book of Hong family stick technique, and said: "How many years have you practiced to have your current skills?"

Hong the Fourth showed a puzzled expression and said: "I started practicing after I got the book. At first, I wasn't serious. If I practiced attentively, it should be from the age of sixteen. Maybe I'm too stupid, I can only copy the gourd and draw the ladle. Each move, if taken out separately, is decent, but it can't be coherent at all.

Recently... it was probably the departure of relatives and friends that caused me a lot of shock. My brain is clear, and the moves are clear. The real rapid progress is in the last three or four months. I don't know if the practice of the previous years was useful or not..."

Hong the Fourth pinched his calloused palms, his face full of confusion.

Zhang Su and Yu Wen didn't tell others about their speculation about human evolution. Perhaps some people had already given birth to similar ideas, but Duan Wuhu didn't. He said with a serious face: "Brother Hong, this is accumulation and thin hair. The training of so many years before must be useful. Accumulate slowly, and after the explosion, it will be amazing!"

Hong the Fourth nodded slightly, not denying Duan Wuhu's speculation, because he didn't understand either.

"Brother Hong, you keep this book first. After arriving at the camp, hand it over to our leader. If it improves everyone, the leader will definitely reward you. I can't take this credit!"

Duan Wuhu was quite decent. Hong the Fourth was pitiful enough, and he hoped he could live a better life by his ability.

Hong the Fourth felt it was nothing, waved his hand: "Brother Duan, these are all external things, I don't care."

"Hey, that's not how you say it, Brother Hong, you are still young, by then, hmm? Quick, quick, put the book away, there seems to be a situation ahead!"

While talking, Duan Wuhu found zombies gathering in the distance ahead. The number was not large, about thirty or forty, from the road extending to the ridge by the road, all crawling on the ground, actually feasting! (End of chapter)