The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 658 Hong Laosi and his stick skills

"Look, Lao Hong, zombies are completely different species from humans. Can humans withstand such a fire?"

Duan Wuhu was still muttering to himself, a bit like Tang Monk chanting sutras. He was afraid that Lao Hong would be upset.

As the zombie bodies were gradually devoured by flames and condensed into a mass of matter, the huge rock pressing on Lao Hong's heart began to loosen.

Zhao Dezhu walked up to Lao Hong, handed him a cigarette, and asked, "Fellow villager, is there any food in our village?"

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

An hour later, at 8:30 in the morning.

Vehicles drove out of Honggou Village one after another, from the original four to eight. Except for Lao Hong and Zhao Dezhu who refused to drive, everyone else had a car!

The extra trucks were carrying nothing but food!

After Zhao Dezhu asked Lao Hong, Lao Hong took a few people to find the warehouse. When he was in the village, he was not idle. Day after day he collected food, practiced martial arts, and then chatted with "relatives and friends" in the evening...

Not to mention four cars, even if four more cars came, they probably wouldn’t be able to transport all the remaining stock.

Ouch...

On the cliff of Yunlong Valley, the tall zombie watched the convoy go away and was about to jump off the cliff, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally chose to climb down the mountain. With his knee-length arms and a pair of long legs, he was able to climb very quickly!

"Brother Hong, I don't even know your full name."

Duan Wuhu and Lao Hong continued to head towards the Shanhai District. The closer they got to the Shanhai District, the cleaner the road became. At least they didn't need to get out of the car to clean it. However, they still couldn't increase their speed, basically staying at around 20 km/h.

Lao Hong leaned against the cold car window, with a mist on the area in front of his mouth. After hearing the question, he said, "No one calls me by my real name anymore. I'm the fourth child in my family, so everyone calls me Hong Laosi."

Looking through the rearview mirror and taking one last look at the ruined Honggou Village, Hong Laosi's mood seemed to open up a little and he talked a little more.

"Tsk..."

Duan Wuhu smacked his lips. It didn't make much difference whether he asked or not. He smiled and said, "Then I'll call you Brother Hong. To be honest, I really can't tell how old you are. Can you tell me?"

Hong Laosi hesitated for a moment, as if calculating his age, and then said, "I think I'm fifty-two, I guess. How about you?"

"Me?" Duan Wuhu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the other party to ask questions. Curiosity is equal to the desire to survive. Since he has become interested in the things around him, it means that he already has the motivation to live.

"I'm much younger than you. I'm just 36 this year. Haha, it's my zodiac year. Well, they say you should be careful in your zodiac year. It's a disaster. It's useless for me to be careful..."

Duan Wuhu smiled bitterly and shook his head, then continued, "Brother Hong, to be honest, your kung fu is really amazing. Moreover, you are over fifty years old, and your physical strength is very strong. What did you do before?"

Recalling the battle with the zombies, Hong Laosi was able to accurately hit the zombies' weak points while avoiding using any killing moves. His use of weapons and control of strength were all very good!

Hong Laosi felt the warmth of the car's air conditioner, took off his hat, pointed to the wilderness beside the road, and said, "I used to be a shepherd, and my kung fu... eh."

Speaking of Kung Fu, Hong Laosi's mood suddenly became gloomy. Then he pulled out a plastic bag from his tattered cotton jacket, opened the bag, untied the brown paper seal, and a tattered book appeared inside.

"My father said that he would pass on the Hong family's stick skills to whoever wanted to be a shepherd. My two sisters and eldest brother were unwilling to do so. My younger brother had just turned three years old and I was in the fifth grade of elementary school. I just didn't want to study, so I took over the sheep whip and this stick skills book."

Speaking of distant memories, a gleam of light appeared in Hong Laosi's eyes. He felt that life was hard all the way, but he never expected that one day he would miss the hard times, because now it's even more fucking hard!

"Oh my! A martial arts family with a legacy? It seems that Mr. Hong was a martial arts master back then. I admire you, I admire you!"

Duan Wuhu expressed his sincere admiration. His generation was the one most deeply influenced by martial arts novels. Most of them had dreams of becoming martial artists when they were young. They never expected to meet martial artists after the disaster broke out.

As a result, Hong Laosi's words extinguished Duan Wuhu's fantasy.

"My father inherited the whip and stick-hitting book from my grandfather, but he was just a shepherd, so he probably never read the book. Then he passed it on to me according to the family rules."

Hong Laosi told the stories of previous generations in a bleak voice, his words were full of reminiscence, but always seemed a little funny.

"Brother Hong, apart from anything else, seeing how you dealt with the zombies last night, you definitely learned a lot. This stick technique is a genuine martial arts secret!"

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

Unexpectedly, Hong Laosi was very generous and directly placed the Hong family stick technique, which was about to fall apart with flying edges, on the center console of the car.

"If you want to learn it, go ahead and learn it. I don't have anyone to pass it on to anyway. If more people can learn it, it's better than letting it rot in the ground!"

After all, Hong Laosi is a man of the new era, with relatively open minds and willing to carry on the family heritage.

Duan Wuhu was a little surprised. He didn't expect the other party to be so generous. The warm air from the air-conditioning vent blew the pages of the book. He quickly took it to the central armrest. The fragile paper could not withstand the destruction.

"Brother Hong, you don't have a family?"

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"You want to ask about my children, right? Yes, my eldest daughter married to the nearby Qitai Village. Eight people escaped from the entire village, not including my daughter. My oldest son...my oldest son also died that morning."

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

"Alas, this world is like this, there is nothing to say!" Duan Wuhu shook his head, then gently patted the book of Hong family's stick technique and said, "How many years did you practice to have the skills you have now?"

Hong Laosi showed a puzzled look on his face and said, "I started practicing after I got the book, but I wasn't serious at the beginning. If I had practiced seriously, I should have started when I was sixteen. Maybe I'm too stupid, so I can only copy the moves. Every move looks very logical when taken separately, but it doesn't flow at all.

Recently… maybe the departure of my family and friends has had a big impact on me. My brain has become clear, and my moves have become clear. I have made great progress in the past three or four months. I don’t know if the practice in the previous years was useful…”

Hong Laosi clenched his calloused palms, his face full of confusion.

Zhang Su and Yu Wen did not tell anyone else about their speculation about human evolution. Perhaps someone else had already come up with a similar idea, but Duan Wuhu did not. He said seriously, "Brother Hong, this is the result of accumulation. The training over the years must have been useful. It accumulates slowly, and after the explosion, it will be a sensation!"

Hong Laosi nodded slightly, without denying Duan Wuhu's guess, because he didn't understand either.

"Brother Hong, please keep this book first and give it to our leader when we get to the camp. If it helps everyone improve, the leader will definitely reward you. I can't take the credit!"

Duan Wuhu is a very nice person, and Hong Laosi is quite pitiful. I hope he can live a better life with his own abilities.

Hong Lao Si thought it was nothing and waved his hand: "Brother Duan, these are all external things, I don't care."

"Hey, that's not what I meant, Brother Hong. You're still young. When the time comes, eh? Quick, put the book away. There seems to be something wrong ahead!"

As he was talking, Duan Wuhu discovered that there were zombies gathering in the distance ahead. There weren't many of them, probably about thirty or so, extending from the road to the ridges beside the road. All of them were crawling on the ground, actually feasting on the food!