The ground was covered with red, almost black patches, flowing slowly through the drainage pipes. Many clots of coagulated blood clogged the pipes.
Wei Xuan let warm water run over his head. Not far in front of him stood Du Hang, now clean and revealing his original skin color. Surprisingly, it was Wei Xuan himself who still had dried bloodstains on his body.
“…Now I’m feeling a bit dizzy.” Wei Xuan realized the dizziness only after helping Du Hang clean off all the bloodstains.
Considering everything he had done today, it made sense. After waking up, he was dragged out of the room by Du Hang, witnessed a fierce battle between zombies and mutated rats, and then proceeded to carry the limbs of the zombies. Later, he and Du Hang dragged the remains of the mutated rats and zombies for incineration.
And just now, he exerted effort to clean the bloodstains from Du Hang’s body.
“I want a kiss, I want a kiss…” The familiar brainwave interrupted Wei Xuan’s thoughts. Reluctantly opening his eyes, he saw the figure of that guy approaching again through the steam-filled air.
Raising his hand and embracing the other’s neck, Wei Xuan felt the warmth of his lips. After kissing Du Hang, the flow of brainwaves in Du Hang’s mind would stop. However, even after it stopped, Wei Xuan couldn’t receive any other information, but he could feel a warmth that emerged from the depths of his heart, a warmth that was brought by Du Hang.
It seemed that after they kissed, his body and soul would involuntarily emanate this kind of atmosphere.
He couldn’t feel or “hear” it before, but once he felt it, he would be completely immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.
With the warm water and comforting feeling, although Du Hang’s body was as cold as ever, he brought an undeniable sense of warmth and tranquility.
“We’ll continue sleeping later… There are still many things to do tomorrow.”
Almost every corner of the street behind the neighborhood was stained with the black blood of mutated rats and zombies. Although it might not seem significant now, when the weather turned warmer, it would undoubtedly breed a large number of bacteria and viruses.
Wei Xuan couldn’t rely on the zombie sanitation workers to clean the streets, nor could he hope for the expensive spring rain to wash over the streets of the city. He could only rely on himself, along with his zombie lover and the zombies in the neighborhood, to gather snow and then flush the streets.
Yes, starting from today, since Wei Xuan truly regarded these zombies as his companions and could hear their thoughts, he naturally decided to leverage their power when needed.
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Finally cleaned up, Wei Xuan walked out of the bathroom with Du Hang and returned to the bedroom to rest.
Taking out another bag of snowflakes, Wei Xuan fed Du Hang before instinctively grabbing a piece to absorb. However, after absorbing one piece, he didn’t feel the usual “fullness.” So he grabbed another piece… and then another…
“I… I absorbed three pieces today!” And that didn’t even include the piece he absorbed before going to bed last time!
Normally, Wei Xuan could only absorb one snowflake, but why did it suddenly increase to three today?
Looking at the bag filled with crystal-clear snowflakes, resembling exquisitely crafted artworks, Wei Xuan glanced at Du Hang. Today, his absorption was three pieces, the shorter zombie and Uncle Du who had been absorbing for some time would also absorb three pieces each day.
Du Hang and the taller zombie now increased to around four or five pieces a day, while the zombies in the neighborhood, who had no injuries after today’s battle, absorbed around three pieces. The number varied for those with injuries, but the maximum was ten pieces.
So, why did my “appetite” suddenly increase today?
“Could it be… related to my newfound ability to hear your thoughts?” After thinking it over, Wei Xuan felt that this possibility was the most likely. And perhaps this new ability was somehow connected to his previous ability of being immune to zombie attacks…
Maybe his previous ability was just a simple passive buff, but now… although it was still a passive ability, it had some additional effects. Perhaps the more voices he “heard” on a regular basis, the more his ability would be consumed? So that’s why he needed to absorb more snowflakes?
Feeling relieved after finding what seemed to be the main reason for the change in himself, Wei Xuan stood up, prepared to put away the snowflakes, and go to sleep. But he suddenly realized that the quiet guy next to him started emitting brainwaves again. And this time, what he transmitted wasn’t “want a kiss” or the typical “hungry” signal from zombies, but… “hug, hug, hug…”
With a slightly stiff expression, Wei Xuan turned his head to look at Du Hang sitting on the edge of the bed.
Although his face was as expressionless as ever and his eyes showed no special signs at the moment, Wei Xuan couldn’t help but have an impulse to facepalm. Did he really teach this guy such things?
Well, it’s true that they usually cuddled while sleeping, but being urged so eagerly by Du Hang made Wei Xuan feel an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Suddenly realizing that being able to sense the inner thoughts of the zombies around him might not be such a great thing after all…
After putting away the snowflakes and returning to the bedside, Wei Xuan climbed into the warm bed and snuggled into the not-so-warm embrace of someone. He let out a long breath and lifted his head to give a gentle kiss on Du Hang’s lips.
“I’m tired. See you in the morning.”
As expected, after he climbed onto the bed and nestled into Du Hang’s arms, Du Hang quieted down. Actually, being able to sense his thoughts from within was truly a very fortunate thing…
“Those strange birds have come again.”
“I wonder if we can catch another one like we did last autumn…”
“What are you thinking? Last time was just luck. That bird was injured somewhere and happened to land on our building. If it hadn’t landed upstairs, we wouldn’t have caught it.”
“Sigh… I really want to eat meat. We’ve been eating potatoes every day, and I feel like I’m turning into a potato.”
A group of people cautiously hid behind the large window, looking at the black dots hovering in the sky outside.
The black dots were flying closer to these high-rise buildings today, so the people inside the building tried to move as quietly as possible, afraid of attracting these creatures to attack their base.
“Grandma Yu, do you have any good ideas for catching a bird?” someone whispered to the old lady not far away.
Grandma Yu looked helpless. “I’ve never caught this kind of thing before…”
Before the apocalypse, she was just an ordinary retiree taking care of her grandchildren in the city. She could do a bit of square dancing, cook well, had experience raising children, and had knowledge about daily life. She could even grow some crops. But going out to catch birds? That was really too difficult for her. The old lady was at a loss.
“Sigh… The ones flying in the sky are all meat.” The group of people looked longingly at the sky. It’s not their fault for being so greedy. The winter had been exceptionally harsh, and although they survived and there were hardly any losses in the high-rise community, the food they had collected earlier had been mostly consumed. Now all they had left was a pile of potatoes.
Although the weather outside had become warmer, with these things flying in the sky, how could they easily go upstairs to plant crops? And they couldn’t catch these birds flying all over the place.
They really didn’t know who had the skills to injure that bird so severely last year. If they could encounter it again, after having some meat, they would have the strength to continue growing potatoes!
“Are those things still lurking nearby?” A person quietly approached the wall and asked in a low voice to the person who was monitoring the movement outside the perimeter.
After taking a glance outside, the person pulled back and nodded with a helpless expression. “Are those creatures dumb? They’ve been there for so many days. They’re not zombies, so why are they fixated on our base?”
“Sigh… Do they want to eat human flesh?”
“Is our flesh really that delicious? Or is it that they just love eating human flesh?!”
The people by the perimeter wall could only hold their ground. Fortunately, before the weather became warmer, their villa base had dispatched a convoy to a nearby military arsenal and obtained a considerable amount of weapons and ammunition. These mutated creatures and plants had only started appearing recently.
Perhaps their base was too “convenient” in its pre-apocalyptic location, near a natural scenic area. The greenery near the community was like a tourist attraction. So when spring arrived this year, before the ice and snow had melted, they were greeted with so many “neighbors.”
Even though almost all the plants had withered by now, why were these animals still lingering in this desolate area? What could they eat here?! Or were they truly fixated on the living humans in this base??
A’Xuan, who was it that taught your zombie to be this way!!!
I like the high-rise survivor group.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR BEING AWESOME!!!
Kisses and hugs, the way it should be~
Thanks for translating!
Thank you for the chapter! 🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚🤍
“Who did teach zombie such things?”
Wei Xuan: It’s me. Hi.
Du Huan: I’m a problem. It’s me.
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Thank you for the chapter!! I wonder when our ML will start “reacting”👀💚
Isn’t it grandma Zhao? Not grandma Yu?