Chapter Eighty-six: Encounter with a Survivor

  In the early morning, although the sky was still overcast with dark clouds, the continuous rain had gradually subsided. In the drizzle-soaked city, there were no people holding colorful umbrellas, but rather lone zombies wandering the streets.

  Wu Xiaotian stood on the top of the dump truck, observing the surroundings. Duan Yue was walking down the stairs step by step with his mother on his back. As for Liu Ting, she was sitting in the driver's seat, constantly yawning because she had woken up laughing many times last night and hadn't rested well all night.

  When Duan Yue saw the car bucket decorated by Wu Xiaotian like a special care ward, his heart was filled with a feeling. He looked at Wu Xiaotian who was still standing on the top of the car and putting up a sentry with grateful eyes. As if he felt Duan Yue's gaze, Wu Xiaotian turned his head to him and said: "Don't you hurry up? Are you waiting for lunch?"

  “……”

  The feeling in his heart vanished instantly without a trace, and Duan Yue could only carefully carry his mother onto the cart.

  "Alright, let's set off!"

  Wu Xiaotian directly entered the driver's cabin and started the engine, then set out on the rescue road again.

  The dump truck was like an iron monster, the engine noise attracted the zombies that had just started to wander again, and these zombies only had two outcomes: either being knocked flying or crushed flat, their only role was to add color to the road surface.

  Driving the dump truck seriously, Wu Xiaotian didn't care about Liu Ting who was enjoying herself on the passenger seat next to him. She had a laptop on her long legs, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, Bluetooth headphones on her ears, and was blowing bubbles with the chewing gum in her mouth. Her hands were also constantly stirring a cup of strong and fragrant coffee. The current Liu Ting didn't look like a survivor struggling to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, but rather like a white-collar worker on a leisurely vacation.

  That notebook was found by Wu Xiaotian from a house, it's a divine machine, not to mention the Intel I9 processor, nor the 3D display screen, just that it can be charged with solar energy makes Wu Xiaotian drool. Wu Xiaotian still remembers before the end of the world, he had been coveting this model notebook, but the daunting price made Wu Xiaotian stop in his tracks, at that time he could only think about it in his dreams.

  Now Wu Xiaotian can have this machine, but it was snatched away by Liu Ting to watch a movie, making Wu Xiaotian resentful. He still wants to see if there are any Japanese art films and European action films inside.

  "Heaven, want to drink coffee?"

  Liu Ting still seemed to remember him, Wu Xiaotian turned his head and was about to say "thank you", only to see Liu Ting already drinking.

  “……”

  Speechless in Wu Xiotian's heart, he kept saying: "Tonight when I rest, I must grab this computer and play with it!"

  The road surface gradually appeared abandoned cars, and he could only drive the car seriously. If a collision occurred, the segment behind him would not be spared. Wu Xiaotian began to calculate how much distance he still had to detour, and found that the nearest entrance to the mountain was still three or four kilometers away. Don't underestimate the distance of three or four kilometers, because this is the end of the world.

  The sound of rain cannot cover the rumbling sound of the dump truck, not only can the zombies hear it, but also the survivors can hear this loud rumble!

  Driving the car, Wu Xiaotian kept yawning constantly. He was bored, extremely bored. He wanted to find something fun. Looking out of the window, apart from raindrops, abandoned cars and zombies, there was nothing else.

  After yawning again, Wu Xiaotian saw that the road ahead was crowded with a large number of zombies. Wu Xiaotian took a closer look and found that the zombies were surrounding a circle, and in the middle of the zombie crowd was a red sports car, with the zombies in the middle frantically pounding on the sports car!

  "Are there any survivors?" Then Wu Xiaotian laughed happily and said: "Haha, finally not boring!"

  He stopped the dump truck and removed Liu Ting's earpiece. Facing a puzzled Liu Ting, he said, "I found survivors, I'll go take a look."

  At this time, Liu Ting also discovered the gathering of zombies in front, but found that there were no variant zombies in the zombie group. She plugged her earpiece and said to Wu Xiaotian: "Xiaotian, be careful!"

  He pulled out the crimson Tang knife from behind the driver's seat, and Wu Xiao Tian directly jumped out of the cab, ignoring the raindrops falling on his body, and quickly rushed towards the zombie crowd.

  Rushing towards the zombies, Wu Xiaotian draws his sword from its scabbard. Now, Wu Xiaotian wants to try out the power of this blood-red Tang knife. After all, the Blood Shadow inside it almost turned Wu Xiaotian into a puppet. Hopefully, it will live up to the audience's expectations.

  As soon as Wu Xiaotian drew the Blood Red Tang Knife out of its scabbard, he felt a surge of evil energy emanating from it, but it was no longer as intense as before. The zombies seemed to be affected by the raindrops and did not notice Wu Xiaotian charging towards them, still crazily besieging the red sports car.

  Within a distance of two to three hundred meters, Wu Xiaotian arrived in less than thirty seconds. As he approached the zombie crowd, Wu Xiaotian swung out the Blood Red Tang Knife and found that although it was very long, it felt extremely comfortable in his hand. When beheading the first zombie, he almost didn't feel any resistance, as if he had sliced through air.

  "Haha, good sword"

  Wu Xiaotian laughed maniacally, his Blood Red Tang knife continuously sweeping towards the zombies. Before they could even react, more than half of them were slaughtered by the knife. By the time the remaining zombies reacted, Wu Xiaotian had already closed in on them. Even before they could pounce on him, he had cut them down at the waist, splitting them into two halves.

  The two people in the sports car looked at each other in shock and delight as they watched the zombies outside being killed one by one. Could it be that heaven had really sent someone to rescue them? The torrential rain of the past few days had caused their car to break down, trapping them inside. After being surrounded by zombies for two days, the sound of the undead pounding on the windows had left them hopeless. If not for the good quality of the car, they would have been eaten already. In desperation, all they could do was pray to various gods to save them and their unborn child.

  When they saw the last zombie fall at the man's feet, they knew they were really saved, and their unborn child was also saved. The man in the car exclaimed to the woman with a bulging belly: "Wife, we're saved!"

  The woman, though overjoyed to tears, did not forget to tell her husband: "Quickly, don't you go thank the benefactor!"

  "Right! You're absolutely right, wife!"

  The man finished speaking and directly opened the car door, just wanting to thank their lifesaver, but the scene in front of him made him bend down and vomit violently, because the scattered limbs and severed arms of the zombies, as well as the ground stained red with dark blood, were all stimulating him.