The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 657 A Fire in Winter

"Master Jia, let someone else do the small job. The generator matter has the highest priority. I'm leaving now. You guys eat!"

Zhang Su wiped his mouth, walked out of the restaurant, and rushed to the Shanhai team so as not to delay the call.

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

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

About two minutes later, Duan Wuhu's voice sounded again.

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

"OK, are you still traveling at night?"

Zhang Su was surprised. The signal was good when they contacted each other last night, and there shouldn't be any fluctuations if they hadn't changed locations.

Duan Wuhu looked at Wu Lue and saw him spread his hands, scratching his head and said, "Maybe there are some flaws in the equipment, Brother Zhang, we are facing a problem now and need your help."

"Well, you said."

"That's it..."

Duan Wuhu briefly recounted what happened at midnight, and finally said, "I want to invite that guy to go with me. What do you think we should do about this?"

"He's strong in combat and loyal. What else do you want? Just bring him into our camp. We can slowly help him deal with his mental problems later. It's not easy. It's been so long, and there are still stragglers outside..."

Zhang Su sighed, saying that it had been five months since the disaster broke out, and someone had been lurking in the village. It was quite tragic, as there was only one person left in the entire village, who was immersed in the blow of losing his relatives and friends and could not extricate himself for a long time.

According to Duan Wuhu's description, the place where they were was not far from Qing County. At the beginning, the Qinglong Corps only focused on the urban area of ​​Qing County and had no time to search the surrounding villages, thus missing a brave survivor.

Since there are people hiding in Honggou Village, we cannot rule out the possibility of similar situations. It’s just that these people chose to stay at home and hide themselves intentionally. If they have no hostility, there is no need to disturb them specifically. It’s another matter if we meet them by chance.

"Okay, Brother Zhang, you go ahead and do your thing. If everything goes well, we can enter the city this morning. We can find a way to get in touch then!"

The two sides ended the call.

"What did Brother Su say? He must have invited that person to go on the journey together, right?"

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

The porridge was no longer hot. Duan Wuhu ate it in two mouthfuls, wiped his mouth, and nodded, "Yes, he is a brave general, worth winning over. I will go talk to him and see if he is willing or not. Let's not waste time. You can clean up after you finish eating."

In the yard, the mysterious man was still carrying the body, but it was obvious that he was not strong enough to keep up. He used to hold it in his arms, then he carried it on his shoulders, and now he could only drag it...

"Brother, take a break and have a chat."

Duan Wuhu walked forward to lend a hand to the mysterious man and motioned for him to sit on the steps.

The man's condition was much more stable than in the early hours of the morning, but he did not agree to Duan Wuhu's request. He shook his head with a dull expression and continued to be busy with the work at hand.

No one knew why he had lined up the bodies, or what he was going to do next.

"Um, what's your name, bro?"

Duan Wuhu rubbed his hands awkwardly, and while the other party was putting down the body, he handed him a cigarette.

The man did not refuse the cigarette. He took it and held it between his cracked lips. He took out a match from the pocket of his tattered cotton jacket, struck it with a crackling sound, lit the cigarette, took a deep puff, and said hoarsely, "Hong."

"You are obviously older than me, so I will call you Lao Hong."

Duan Wuhu nodded in understanding, thinking that this Hong was the Hong from Honggou Village.

"Lao Hong, you said you haven't left the village since the disaster broke out. Do you know that this disaster has affected the entire world, and everywhere in the world has become like the one around us?"

Lao Hong exhaled smoke, and continued working, saying sparingly, "I guessed it."

"To be honest... There are probably not many survivors left in Qing County right now. We came from a large survivor camp to investigate the explosion. Lao Hong, you continue to stay alone in Honggou Village. Consider joining our camp. There are nearly a thousand people in the camp right now. We have no worries about food and drink, and it's developing very well."

Duan Wuhu considered it for a moment and extended an olive branch.

He deliberately exaggerated the population, but 700 to 800 people is not too much to say nearly 1,000, which is better than the monthly income of less than 30,000, specifically 2,300...

Lao Hong took a puff of his cigarette and continued working without expressing his opinion.

At this moment, people came out of the house, carrying large and small bags, obviously packed and ready to leave.

Duan Wuhu was unwilling to give up, so he chased after Lao Hong and said, "Lao Hong, although you are not young, your fighting ability is stronger than ours. The camp really needs talents like you. If you are willing, you can come with us. After the investigation, we will go back to the camp together!"

Talent...

After saying this, Lao Hong's face trembled. The word "talent" that he casually said touched his nerves.

Duan Wuhu showed his appreciation and affirmation without reservation, and hit Lao Hong's psychological weakness very accurately.

The reason why Lao Hong looks so haggard is that he feels that all the people he knew in this world have died, no one knows him, and there is no point in living. He is also not young anymore, so he just lives one day at a time, and it is better to live a miserable life than to die.

But the other party made clear his value, affirmed his talent, and showed demand!

This made Lao Hong feel that he still had room for improvement.

"I want to bury them."

This time, Lao Hong did not refuse, but just said that he still had things to do.

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Duan Wuhu was delighted, knowing that this could be a promising project, but then he became worried. With more than a hundred bodies, unless he got an excavator, even if everyone worked together to dig the pit, it would be exhausting!

At this moment, Park Chan-yong came closer and said in a sneaky tone, "Master, our country has long advocated cremation, why are you still sticking to the old tradition? Look at these relatives and friends, do you think it's nice to be buried with this face?"

……

As soon as these words were spoken, the people working on the scene, Duan Wuhu, and Lao Hong who was carrying the corpse were all frozen in place. What a dignified face!

"Well, Lao Hong, the young man's words were a little joking, but the truth was true."

Duan Wuhu hurried to smooth things over. He was quick-witted. Since someone had mentioned cremation, and seeing that Old Hong seemed to be interested, he said, "The zombie virus has taken over human flesh, so why keep it buried in the ground? It would be better to use fire to drive away the evil spirits. The spirits of these folks in heaven would be relieved to see this and ascend to heaven sooner. What do you think?"

As long as you find the right direction, even the most stubborn person can be persuaded.

Old Hong looked at Duan Wuhu with his cloudy eyes, then looked at Park Chanyong, and nodded with red eyes.

"Come on, everyone, come together and help Lao Hong."

When Duan Wuhu saw that Lao Hong agreed, he quickly called on everyone to help.

"Well, Master Hong, are you sure you'll come with us after you finish your business?"

Some people don't ask too many questions and just get started, but Lu Yubo is not very reassured and has to ask everything clearly to avoid wasting time. He will not do a business that will lose money.

Old Hong paused again as he did before, then nodded slightly and continued to work.

After getting a definite answer, everyone started to move. There is strength in numbers, and soon more than a hundred bodies were neatly stacked in the middle of the street.

puff!

The torch was lit, and Duan Wuhu handed it to Lao Hong with a serious expression, saying, "Brother Hong, corpses infected by the zombie virus burn very quickly. You light the fire, and be careful."

"Thank you, thank you everyone."

Lao Hong took the torch, bowed to Duan Wuhu and everyone else, then walked to the corpses, closed his eyes and muttered something, opened his eyes again, and happily placed the torch on the first corpse.

Whoosh... Whoosh!

After several months of natural drying, the moisture content in the zombies' bodies had become very low, making them extremely flammable. The more than one hundred corpses stretched out for seventy or eighty meters, and all caught fire in less than three minutes.

The raging flames burned fiercely under the gloomy sky, creating a strong color contrast, emitting a large amount of heat, and the distorted air blurred the vision.

The fire in Honggou Village burned fiercely, but it did not disturb the people and the hamsters. However, it was not good for the tall zombie on the cliff of Yunlong Valley...

When the flames rose in the village, the tall zombie opened its mouth, revealing rows of teeth that were half the length of a human finger. Unlike the white teeth of ordinary zombies, some of its teeth had dark brown marks on them...

Flames were flying in the distance, and the tall zombie was fidgeting on the cliff. At this moment, it seemed to have regained its feet, and it hid in a cave, then climbed out of the cave hanging upside down, and then ran in circles in front of the cave with its hands and feet...