Chapter 93: The Dead Come Back to Life

  The long-lost sunshine shines on the city, but this city is no longer in its heyday.

  Wu Xiaotian stood on the top of the dump truck, enjoying the warmth brought by the sun, breathing in the slightly humid air. For several months, there had been no industrial pollution, and the continuous rain made the air exceptionally fresh, making people feel as if they were about to become lighter when inhaling it.

  Lowering his head and seeing everyone coming out, Wu Xiaotian said loudly: "Depart!"

  The roar of the engine broke the tranquility of the village, Wu Xiaotian is now sitting in the passenger seat slowly smoking a cigarette, while driving the dump truck is Da Chuan, an old driver with several years of driving experience, this car is driven very steadily by him. Originally, Wu Xiaotian was going to drive, but he was directly pulled down by Duan Yue.

  From the rearview mirror, he saw a van closely following behind, which was driven by Zhao Xinyu. In the carriage of the dump truck, there were only Duan Yue, Duan Yue's mother, Li Xinjiao and Tang Yanyan. The others were all in that van because Wu Xiaotian couldn't bear to let them take risks, so he could only ask Liu Ting to protect them.

  Dakuan drove the car seriously, not saying a word, his eyes fixed on the mountain road ahead. Wu Xiaotian asked him questions, but he only gave brief answers and didn't mention anything else. Since Wu Xiaotian wasn't familiar with him, she stopped asking after a few questions and could only listlessly look at the trees on both sides of the road.

  Wu Xiaotian looked at the trees, through which he could still faintly see several tombstones. Those tombstones told Wu Xiaotian that they were now in the middle section of the mountain road, and as long as they passed through the front hills, they would not be far from the second rescue destination.

  These tombs have existed for a long time, and almost all the old generation of Chunyang people are buried on these hills. Because several tombs were said to be dragon veins by Fengshui masters, most of the graves inside are earth burials, while cremations are rare. They would rather spend more money to buy grave land and bury their relatives in this "dragon vein".

  In the past, during Qingming Festival, this place was particularly lively. The people who came to pay their respects almost filled up the entire mountain, and the mountain roads were also congested with private cars. Fortunately, the apocalypse broke out after Qingming, so it's very quiet here now.

  The legend of ghosts and gods has been passed down from ancient times, so Wu Xiaotian didn't want to linger in this grave mountain for too long. He directly told Da Chuan, who was driving the dump truck: "Speed up!"

  The van behind saw the dump truck start accelerating and closely followed this dump truck that emitted a huge roar.

  As he saw more and more graves appearing before his eyes, Wu Xiaotian knew that they had entered the first grave mountain, with two more behind it.

  "Ah!"

  At this time, Okawa, who was driving the dump truck, suddenly let out a cry of surprise!

  Upon hearing the shout, Wu Xiaotian hastily looked over and saw that on the mountain road ahead, forty to fifty zombies had gathered. Although they were all dressed in black attire, they consisted of both males and females. Once they sensed the arrival of the dump truck, they charged towards it in unison.

  "Don't mind them, just rush over!" After ordering the big river, Wu Xiaotian picked up a walkie-talkie and said directly: "People in the back pay attention, there are zombies in front, please be careful to protect yourself!"

  "Got it, don't worry!"

  The dump truck was like a steel monster, swallowing up the zombies' miserable lives. Some were directly knocked onto the hillside, some were dismembered by the studs on the wheels, and others were crushed to death by the half-person-high wheels.

  Wu Xiaotian observed the expression of the big river, only to see that he was first frightened, but when he saw those zombies being knocked flying, his face was filled with excitement. Wu Xiaotian knew that he had already passed the fear barrier, as long as he overcame his fear of zombies and learned some combat skills, then he could fight against the zombies.

  Wu Xiaotian nodded secretly, and this Da Chuan was indeed a material that could be cultivated. Only when he saw the van still closely following from the rearview mirror did Wu Xiaotian secretly let out a breath of relief. Although Liu Ting and Zhao Xinyu were protecting him, Wu Xiaotian still had some worries.

  Very soon, the two cars sped through the zombie crowd, leaving behind a bloody mess and broken bodies of zombies. Only one or two stray zombies continued to chase after the vehicles.

  "Your performance is great, I believe it won't be long before you can fight against zombies!"

  After hearing Wu Xiaotian's praise, Da Chuan scratched his head in embarrassment, but he also raised his own question: "Tian Ge, weren't you afraid of zombies from the beginning?"

  "How can one not be afraid, but after killing many, it becomes indifferent."

  "Too many were killed?"

  "Probably by now I've killed two or three thousand ordinary zombies, and from the initial fear, slowly transformed into indifference."

  "Two or three thousand!"

  The number of zombies killed by Wu Xiaotian started to scare him, and he immediately thought that it might be the number crushed by this iron beast. After all, he didn't know how Wu Xiaotian had come all the way, nor did he know whether Wu Xiaotian was referring to the number killed with a Tang knife, but it also made him admire him.

  After the river finished sighing, it turned its head to look at the road surface. As soon as its gaze fell on the road surface, cold sweat broke out from its body, and its big mouth stared at the thing that appeared in front of it.

  "What's wrong again?" Wu Xiaotian asked in confusion after seeing the expression on Da Chuan's face.

  "Heaven, heaven, brother Tian, look!"

  Wu Xiaotian looked past his fingers, Wu Xiaotian was also frightened by the object that appeared in front of him, but he didn't have much time to observe. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Everyone, everyone get into the dump truck's carriage, I repeat, it's everyone!"

  Let the big truck stop first, then jump down from the driver's cab. Wu Xiaotian quickly ran to the back of the car and hurriedly lifted the steel plate covering the carriage. Facing a crowd with puzzled faces, he said: "Tang Jiajia, Da Chuan, you two get into the carriage, no matter what sounds come from outside, don't come out. Duan Yue, Liu Ting, Xiao Yu, follow me!"

  "What's wrong?"

  "What's going on?"

  "Heavens, what's wrong? What could make you so anxious?"

  Wu Xiaotian didn't say a word, but pointed forward. The three of them followed Wu Xiaotian's finger and looked ahead, only to be shocked by the scene before their eyes. There were too many zombies in front of them, so many that they couldn't even count. The entire mountain was filled with zombies, blocking the road ahead. What surprised them wasn't the number of zombies, but their appearance. They looked like evil spirits crawling out of hell, some with limbs already rotten and exposed white bones, yet still slowly wandering around. Some zombies had only two eyeballs left on their skulls, the rest of their flesh gone, and even in the sunlight, those skulls made them all break out in a cold sweat. What terrified them most was that these zombies were actually crawling out of graves!