One by one, neatly stacked metal sheets lay on the ground, and many of them were still stuck with foam material that was difficult to tear off.
Wei Xuan lowered his head expressionlessly to look at the pile of metal sheets, then lifted his head to gaze at the group of zombie followers standing nearby, looking upright and seemingly obedient after finishing the task of removing the wall coverings.
Including Du Hang and the zombie couple, all the followers were present, and at this moment, Wei Xuan could clearly receive the thought waves they were sending him – “Task complete, task complete, task complete…”
Okay, he knew they were done, after all, the spoils they collected before were all now placed here, right?
However, seeing them so obedient and well-behaved to the extent that it sent shivers down his spine, Wei Xuan felt uneasy. This was completely different from how they used to behave, wandering aimlessly around the neighborhood without showing such compliance.
Now, they were even able to act according to his commands. What was this sudden increase in intelligence overnight? When did his own zombies become so smart and obedient?
Even Du Hang, who usually needed Wei Xuan’s personal assistance to learn and adapt, now, in the presence of the other zombie followers, seemed to have undergone an abrupt transformation.
Wei Xuan’s face turned a bit red, he couldn’t believe how thick his face must have become. He quickly turned his head away after Du Hang’s affectionate kiss, coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, and then looked at the other followers again.
He decided to say something to encourage them, “Uh, everyone did well today…”
His words had just begun when, all of a sudden, the thought waves he received started to transform, one by one, into a unified message – “Want to go home, want to go home, want to go home…”
Wei Xuan rarely received this type of thought wave when he took the zombie followers out with him. He had only received this type of message once before after the followers had fought the mutated rats.
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The back of those metal sheets was still covered in a lot of foam material. If they didn’t clean them up, the stack would take up too much space, and even if they didn’t do it now, they’d have to clean them up when they got back before using them.
After studying the situation, Wei Xuan demonstrated how to tear off the foam from the back of one of the metal sheets in front of everyone, and then… well, that was it. He had nothing else to worry about.
Perhaps the meaning of Wei Xuan’s words “go home” was understood and grasped by the zombie followers, much like Du Hang did in the beginning. They seemed to clearly know what “home” represented. Each one of them obediently and diligently started to work, quickly tearing off the foam from the metal sheets and stacking them neatly.
Wei Xuan divided the metal sheets into three or four dozen piles, with each zombie carrying a small stack tied with ropes. Then, he led the followers to the neighboring factory, where they each took at least two cans of spray polyurethane foam in their arms.
Additionally, he found a batch of express-specific insulated boxes before leaving the storage facility.
The interior of these insulated boxes was made of a special aluminum foil, providing excellent water and heat resistance.
Although Wei Xuan hadn’t figured out how to use them yet, even if he disassembled them and used the foil to line the boxes, it would serve as a good insulation layer. At the very least, he could place frozen ice blocks inside them and use them as makeshift coolers in the cold storage room.
Because these boxes had metal frames inside, it wasn’t easy to compress or fold them. So, Wei Xuan simply tied them together with ropes and attached them directly to the metal sheets the zombies were carrying on their backs.
From a distance, each zombie follower looked like they were carrying a metal sheet at least two meters long and one meter wide, with a bunch of blue insulated boxes hanging unsteadily from the sheets, while cradling a metal canister as tall as themselves in their arms.
The sight was undeniably astounding.
“…We definitely can’t go out during the day looking like this,” Wei Xuan concluded with a twitching corner of his mouth after the followers had everything fully equipped. Even he was now carrying a bunch of boxes strung together with ropes.
Normally, their group already attracted enough attention due to the excessive number of zombies and their well-organized formation. Now, they were adding another layer of attention-grabbing style. Going out during the day would certainly be a frightful sight, scaring people half to death.
The zombie followers didn’t utter a word of complaint, expressing only their desire to go home in their thoughts.
Of course, there were other thoughts mixed in. For example, Du Hang occasionally emitted thought waves expressing the desire for kisses or hugs. What shocked Wei Xuan the most was when he found an empty and spacious factory to rest with the followers until nightfall. Suddenly, Du Hang sent a thought wave that could only be described as “light bulb.”
Upon receiving this message, Wei Xuan was completely bewildered. After confirming for a long time, he recognized that this was indeed his own zombie’s inner thought and not the telepathy between the zombie couple.
Furthermore, he discovered that Du Hang emitted this thought wave only when looking at all the other zombies except himself. He couldn’t help but feel the growth of his own zombies.
Although this growth might seem somewhat strange at the moment, it was still a kind of progress, wasn’t it?
Aside from Du Hang, the male zombie couple would always hold hands, shoulder to shoulder, and head to head whenever they had the chance, emitting their “together” thought waves that almost blinded Wei Xuan’s eyes (other zombies paid no attention to them). They didn’t even mind carrying the metal sheets on their backs, they would make sure to keep holding hands, even if they had to walk sideways.
So, Wei Xuan had no choice but to arrange the metal sheets on the backs of the other zombies horizontally, while he specifically tied the metal sheets on the backs of the male zombie couple vertically to avoid them accidentally bumping the sheets together while holding hands or being affectionate.
The journey back to the familiar neighborhood took two whole nights. Logically, it should have been slower than the journey to the factory since they were moving at night. However, Wei Xuan started to wonder if his zombie followers had evolved in other aspects too, just like Du Hang had the ability to move around the city freely.
And indeed, he soon discovered that his zombie followers had developed that skill as well. However, compared to Du Hang, the other zombies were much slower in their movements.
The journey from the factory to Wei Xuan’s residence would take Du Hang only three hours, but with the whole group of zombie followers, and Wei Xuan being cautious not to damage the things they were carrying, they had to frequently stop to check the number of followers and the items they were carrying. This process ended up taking two full nights.
If they hadn’t had to stop and check, Wei Xuan believed they could have made it in just one night.
Finally, they arrived at the familiar neighborhood, their home. As they reached the entrance of the neighborhood, all the zombie followers behind Wei Xuan simultaneously transmitted their thoughts: “We’re home, we’re home…”
Wei Xuan replied, “Yes, we’re home.” However, his biological clock needed a complete readjustment from the journey. As a human who needed regular sleep to restore his energy, he wasn’t accustomed to the change in schedule. Despite his pale complexion compared to the lively zombie followers, his face still bore a smile.
The morning light bathed the buildings as they arrived at their home. Everything looked just as it was before, neither more nor less. Wei Xuan let out a sigh of relief and led his followers into the neighborhood.
The items they brought back this time would prove useful in many ways. The insulating layer not only maintained a low temperature for the items it protected but also insulated them from the extreme heat or cold outside.
In other words, as long as Wei Xuan modified their living environment with these items, he would have a cozy and comfortable home all year round.
This was one of the main reasons why he went through all the trouble to bring back those cumbersome canisters. Not only could these items be used in the basement, but they could also be used in the bedroom!
Forty zombies, in four lines…lmao that it only took him four nights to get there… Probably like herding kittens, don’t eat that don’t touch that don’t get stuck on that how did you get in there get down stop playing with that dead thing… must have been fun. Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️
I too emit happy brainwaves upon getting home. Am I a zombie? Are we all zombies?
I feel you, climate change sucks.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR BEING AWESOME!!!
Cute zombies’ farmer
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Am i the only one that think those zombies are cute? Haha! 😂