After a restful night, Wei Xuan felt his physical and mental strength had fully recovered. These past two days had been a bit exhausting, particularly emotionally weary. Of course, his body also felt some fatigue after the recent rough experiences.
Instead of immediately starting to build his icehouse after purifying the accumulated rainwater at home, Wei Xuan went to the neighboring underground parking lot first. He confirmed that while it had collected quite a bit of rainwater, it had not spread to the second floor. This allowed him to accompany Du Hang to meet the two crazies.
This time, the room didn’t have any horrifying things like deer antlers, nor did it contain miscellaneous items. After exchanging information through their journals, Wei Xuan headed straight to the technology building, making his way to the floor where the two individuals lived.
Luckily, they were home this time and had no plans to go out. After exchanging messages and carefully inquiring about the details of their last collaboration with the villa base, before leaving, Wei Xuan remembered to remind them about the zombies having learned to climb walls.
He had already written about this matter in their journal exchange during his previous visit, and the two crazies confirmed that they were aware of it. They had a physique no different from regular people and were highly attractive to zombies. During their outings to find supplies, what kind of zombies had they not encountered? They had even encountered some bizarre zombies capable of jumping several meters high or with claws that suddenly elongated.
Therefore, after returning home first, Wei Xuan used a printer he had found somewhere in the chaos to print a small note. He then had Du Hang take him to the largest known survivor base near T City, in a building about three to four hundred meters away. He had Du Hang throw a golden bamboo stick with a hollow core toward the building.
It had to be said that the strength of the mutated zombies was quite remarkable. At such a distance, Wei Xuan himself could hardly see the situation in the building without a telescope, but Du Hang was able to accurately throw the object into the window.
The only concern was, “Hopefully, the thing didn’t hit anyone… Oh, and I hope the note doesn’t fall off halfway.”
Getting out of bed, Wei Xuan started preparing breakfast. Suddenly, he remembered the unsettling feeling from yesterday.
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But now, when he passed by that area, he noticed that the zombies that used to surround the school were no longer there. Although there were still more zombies on the nearby streets than usual, they no longer crowded around the walls. It was evident that there were no more living people inside.
The water on the electric stove boiled and made a bubbling sound. Wei Xuan held a pair of chopsticks in each hand and quickly stirred the contents of two small pots to prevent sticking. He kept stirring until the mixture boiled, bubbled, and thickened before turning off the flames in each pot.
One pot cooked powdered milk, cereal, dried fruits, and other items for himself, while the other pot cooked… deer horn powder.
That’s right, Wei Xuan finally extended his “evil” hand to the large item after Du Hang brought back the deer antler. Of course, this was also due to the fact that he had no place to store it, and the item had a very enticing function.
Du Hang could eat things, after all, zombies could even eat human flesh, let alone the snowflakes he usually consumed. But could the things he ate be absorbed by the zombies? Did they need to excrete waste? These questions had always puzzled Wei Xuan.
However, because he had lived with Du Hang for so long and hadn’t noticed anything suspicious being expelled from him, Wei Xuan decided to experiment. He ground some powder from the deer antler, boiled it with water, and made deer velvet congee to try feeding to Du Hang.
Although Du Hang was initially reluctant to eat this strange thing, since it was Wei Xuan who fed it to him, he reluctantly agreed after a little resistance. Of course, Wei Xuan had also tasted it before feeding it to Du Hang. The thing didn’t have much taste, but it wasn’t something that was difficult to swallow. Even if it had no magical effect in small quantities, it shouldn’t cause any adverse effects.
So, Du Hang progressed from eating snowflakes sporadically to drinking deer velvet congee every day. Eating the congee didn’t affect his consumption of snowflakes at all, so Wei Xuan felt even more reassured about feeding him.
At this moment, Du Hang sat obediently at the table, wearing a full-body apron that Wei Xuan specially found for him to serve as a large bib. Wei Xuan sat beside him, constantly stirring the small bowl of deer velvet congee with a spoon, blowing on it to cool it down, and occasionally tasting it himself to ensure the temperature was suitable.
This set of tableware was prepared especially for Du Hang by Wei Xuan. After each use, it was carefully disinfected and cleaned. Moreover, with Wei Xuan’s inexplicable self-abandonment, he didn’t worry about any residual zombie virus that might assimilate him when feeding Du Hang.
As usual, Wei Xuan tasted the congee and confirmed that the temperature was safe before offering it to Du Hang’s mouth.
Perhaps because Wei Xuan always tasted it first before feeding him, Du Hang never objected to this action again after his initial resistance. Whenever the spoon came close to his mouth, Du Hang would obediently open his mouth to eat.
One spoonful after another, the not-so-large bowl of deer velvet congee was quickly finished. After feeding Du Hang, Wei Xuan carefully wiped his mouth clean before satisfactorily starting his own breakfast.
Milk and cereal porridge, homemade crispy potato cakes, and a serving of pan-fried bird meat.
Food and oil were certainly important supplies for daily life, but the taste of oil, especially when it turned rancid, was not pleasant. Recently, Wei Xuan found a large pile of olive oil that he had scavenged from somewhere in the early days of the apocalypse. If he didn’t consume it, it would all go bad.
So, for some time now, whenever he made things like pan-fried potatoes or pan-fried bird meat, Wei Xuan preferred using olive oil. It wasn’t greasy and could quickly eliminate the nearly expired food in his home, killing two birds with one stone.
As there was a lot of bird meat at home, if it was frozen for too long in the refrigerator, it would dry up and spoil. So, after obtaining the meat, Wei Xuan began to focus on consuming it. Slicing the meat into large pieces, marinating it, and pan-frying it was the quickest and also the most effective way to taste the flavor of the meat itself.
Of course, Wei Xuan could also process the meat and directly air-dry it, but the meat he had collected in the early days of the apocalypse had been air-dried, and there was still a large amount left. It was not necessary to continue increasing the quantity of air-dried meat at the moment.
After eating his fill, Wei Xuan took out his little notebook to review the materials needed to build the icehouse in the underground garage. When he opened it, he happened to flip to a page recording a bunch of data. It included his and Du Hang’s body temperatures, as well as the body temperatures of the group of zombie minions in the community and the zombie samples he had checked outside. In addition to these, there were two latest body temperature records—the two crazies.
The recorded body temperatures of the two were similar to Wei Xuan’s speculation. Both of them had temperatures around 32 degrees Celsius, higher than his own but significantly lower than a normal person’s. However, he didn’t know if other survivors or people with abilities also experienced this condition.
For now, Wei Xuan couldn’t go to those places to measure data, nor did he want to specifically mention it to the people at the villa base. They already had a research lab and various equipment. If this situation was unique to them three, conveying this matter might expose them to potential experiments.
Moreover, Wei Xuan suspected that this condition might have become a common change in the post-apocalyptic world. The people at the official base might have already noticed it, and he didn’t want to make unnecessary trouble.
Understanding body temperature wasn’t something Wei Xuan, who only had basic medical knowledge, could delve into. After reviewing the data again, he turned to the next page, where there was a simple design drawing of the icehouse he had decided to build after researching.
The icehouse’s construction was straightforward, and the only slightly troublesome parts were the initial collection of materials and the construction of the framework. However, with access to almost all the resources in the city, finding suitable materials was relatively easy for him.
Even though all the trees had withered by now, he could still find useful materials and tools in various places.
In addition to the basic outline of the icehouse, the sketch included notes on what materials to use in each section. Wei Xuan was grateful that he had meticulously recorded the locations of important supplies during each outing. Now that the waterlogging wouldn’t affect their outings, he could easily bring his group of zombie minions to collect materials and build the structure.
“Let’s go out today.” Wei Xuan double-checked the notes in his little notebook. He had previously found a place with a lot of steel pipes and bars not too far from their residential area. If they went there today, they could bring all the materials back by evening!
Upon hearing this, Du Hang, who had already eaten snowflakes and deer velvet congee, simply tilted his head and looked at Wei Xuan. Although he didn’t know where Wei Xuan wanted to go, he understood the meaning behind his words, they were leaving “home” to go somewhere else and bring back a lot of things that Wei Xuan liked.
Weixuan likes, Duhang gets
Wei Xuan, throw. Du Hang, throws. Wei Xuan, eat. Du Hang, eats. Du Hang…kiss… Wei Xuan puckers up! Lmao…
He is forgetting that the 2 crazies have also consumed snow flakes though not as much as him. He needs the Temps of other users not to mention regular people.
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Du Hang: I am building a nest for my mate!
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Just a note… You can’t make deer velvet soup from mature, hard deer antlers, as the one here was described. It requires the ‘velvet’, which is a layer of blood-rich skin that covers forming antlers. They’re still soft, with a spongy core and full of blood at that point. Later, once the antlers are fully formed the blood retreats, the skin coating them dries out and peels off, and you’re left with hard antlers that have a porous center. Most male deer (bucks) and elk (bulls) shed and regrow their antlers every year. In caribou, both bulls and cows can have antlers.