The days of airing out the house are leisurely days. During this period, Wei Xuan could be considered to have once again entered a state of idleness. After getting up each day, he would have breakfast, stroll around the community, and check on the condition of the new house.
Among the things he did, the most potentially dangerous activity seemed to be taking a group of zombie minions to the neighboring underground parking lot for a round of inspection.
Indeed, for the current Wei Xuan, even the threats posed by search teams from outside the city, mutated animals, and mutated plants seemed less significant than those peculiar insects.
If a convoy came in, he could prevent his obedient minions from throwing themselves into danger. The same arrangement could be made when encountering mutated animals. Furthermore, if there was any real danger, he could simply find a place to hide with them.
As for those mutated plants… Wei Xuan had never heard of walking mutated plants. They mostly grew in the initially mutated areas and occupied those places year-round. As long as he didn’t go there, there wouldn’t be any problem, right?
And those mutated insects… that was purely a psychological issue. Those things made Wei Xuan shudder even just thinking about them. Unconsciously, it seemed that Wei Xuan had developed entomophobia after the apocalypse. He treated those things cautiously and was unwilling to engage them in close combat, even if it was his own minions fighting against them. Wei Xuan couldn’t really put his mind at ease.
With this concern about the uncertainty of potential events, time passed quickly. Around mid-October, Wei Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that there was no longer any smell in the house. He brought a few minions upstairs, and together with Du Hang, they applied a layer of paste to the wooden boards on the walls. After that… they continued to air out the house.
Standing by the window and watching the drizzling rain outside, Wei Xuan extended his hand out of the window, catching some raindrops in his hand.
“Autumn rain brings coolness…” Then suddenly, he clenched his fist tightly, his expression becoming somewhat fierce. “But I hardly feel cold!”
His body temperature remained slightly above twenty-five degrees. It seemed that his ability to perceive outside temperatures had become “stronger” compared to last year’s winter. During this season, the outdoor temperature during the sunny daytime should be similar to his body temperature. In the nighttime, especially when it rained, the weather became much cooler, yet it seemed to have no effect on Wei Xuan.
During the summer, he used to wear long pants and shirts when going out, while he wore shorts and t-shirts at home. But now, even at home and when going out, he wore the same clothes, yet he didn’t feel any cold.
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Thinking about this, he suddenly remembered… since the apocalypse, he seemed to have never experienced being sick even once! In his previous life, although he didn’t suffer from any severe illnesses, there were occasional sneezes or instances of feeling tired for several days. But in this life… it seemed that apart from the time he was injured after entering the apocalypse and took good care of himself for a while, he hadn’t been sick at all.
As his mood once again entered a melancholic state, suddenly, Du Hang, who had been standing quietly by his side without disturbing him, raised his arm, grabbed Wei Xuan’s shoulders, turned him around, faced him directly, and then kissed him.
Wei Xuan looked dumbfounded, staring at the face so close to his. After a long while, his stagnant brain began to work again—had he evolved to the point where he would personally take action if he couldn’t kiss himself? How exactly did he evolve like this? Or did he invest all his evolution points into how to take advantage of himself?
Of course, even if Du Hang had truly invested all his skill points into how to take advantage of Wei Xuan, Wei Xuan himself wouldn’t have any objections.
After this kiss ended, Wei Xuan sighed once again, leaning his head against Du Hang’s body. “Forget it, not getting sick is a good thing… but during winter, I should just dress appropriately. What if my perception of injuries decreases after my body temperature drops?”
Wei Xuan didn’t want to show off by wearing summer clothes in the dead of winter and then come back home with frozen hands and feet. Upon careful consideration, it seemed that zombies wouldn’t truly be “frozen” during the winter. In other words, although they might freeze on the surface, they could still move?
Wei Xuan, who had no knowledge of biology and had never thought of experimenting with nearby zombies after the apocalypse, decided to ignore this new thought and, together with Du Hang, continued his “intelligence-boosting” game by the large table in the room.
Nearly a year and a half has passed since the arrival of the apocalypse. After the passing of this new year, according to the traditional Chinese calculation, it can already be considered the third year since entering the post-apocalyptic era.
People have gradually grown accustomed to this way of life, transitioning from the initial panic, fear, and confusion.
The majority of humans are confined to a limited space, with some lucky ones finding a place amidst the threats of zombies, mutated animals, and mutated plants. They occasionally venture out to scavenge for supplies or hunt. These individuals have mostly found ways to cultivate crops in bulk quantities, collect rainwater, minimize attracting too many zombie attacks to their bases, and avoid catching the attention of mutated animals.
Some bolder individuals even dare to hunt down mutated animals to contribute to their daily food supply.
After the apocalypse, some people quickly adapted to this lifestyle. Although it lacks freedom and their former societal status and dignity, they strive to survive.
However, there are still many who curse the arrival of the apocalypse, curse the zombies, mutated animals, and even vent their dissatisfaction and resentment towards their fellow humans.
Yet, as time passed and various bases evolved, those irritable and resentful individuals gradually got eliminated by the changes in the bases and the cruelty of the post-apocalyptic life. Each base, through the collective efforts of its remaining inhabitants, gradually grew accustomed to the rules of this new world.
In this relatively peaceful setting, the higher-ups of different bases continue to tirelessly research the causes of the apocalypse, the zombie virus, the origins of the virus within humans, and methods to mitigate or control the virus’s spread.
Until one day, a report was placed in front of a group of leaders in the largest surviving base in the country.
“… Everyone’s body temperature has lowered to varying degrees?” Upon receiving the report, the actual authority figure of the base, the highest-ranking leader, subconsciously touched one arm with the other, as if trying to feel the difference in body temperature from before.
“It’s not just the body temperature decrease.” The person in charge of researching the zombie virus and the causes of the virus within humans had an unpleasant expression. He forced a smile that looked quite grim.
“Based on the recent results of a military-wide physical examination, everyone’s heart rate has decreased by five to ten beats per minute compared to the early stages of the apocalypse. Of course, this doesn’t necessarily indicate a direct connection with the virus. After all, if people’s physical condition improves, their heart rate would naturally be slower than that of a normal person.”
The heart rate issue could be explained by the fact that people’s physical exertion increased after the apocalypse, leading to improved physical conditions and consequently a slower heart rate. But when combined with the fact that everyone’s body temperature had lowered…
“How much has the body temperature decreased?” Someone who hadn’t yet had a chance to look at the report (paper was becoming increasingly precious in the base, so only three copies of this report were available and everyone had to take turns reading) couldn’t help but ask.
“On average, it has decreased by about three degrees…” The person in charge pushed up the glasses on his nose and spoke with a heavy tone.
“Currently, the individuals with the largest temperature decrease are at around 32.7 degrees Celsius. Moreover, these individuals with the fastest temperature decrease are undoubtedly people with abilities, and they are also the strongest fighters who participate in missions the most in our base…”
He looked around the room once more.
“This statistical data is still limited to the military personnel. The ordinary people in the base, the strongest forces of those powerful squads, haven’t been included yet. Therefore, we can’t yet confirm if those individuals with the greatest decrease in body temperature are exhibiting any other unusual symptoms.”
A silence filled the room. Originally, due to the fear of turning into zombies after death and the fact that every living person’s body carries the zombie virus, everyone was already on edge. However, because they still had hope of salvation at this point, they could barely contain their anxiety. But now, even the most basic physiological states like body temperature and heart rate were being affected. Was this a sign that humanity was truly facing extinction?
“…What will be the ultimate consequence of this decrease in body temperature?” One individual asked the question that everyone was concerned about but hesitated to voice.
The lips of the person in charge trembled, and his voice sounded hoarse. “We don’t know for sure yet… but it’s not out of the realm of possibility that, as body temperature decreases to a certain extent, humans could either die directly or… turn into zombies…”
For a long while, a sudden burst of laughter echoed in the room. Everyone turned their angry gazes toward the person who had made the noise. He continued laughing louder and more uncontrollably, his laughter causing his body to shake violently, and he even slapped his thigh as he laughed.
Just as the person next to him was about to remind him to be more mindful, he suddenly shouted amidst his laughter, “Does it matter? Does it really matter? Whether we die and turn into zombies after death or turn into zombies directly, does it really matter?!”
Fun fact: human’s body temperature might have decreased (at least in the USA) in the last 200 years according to a study.
Are we all slowly getting infected by the zombie virus?
Losing one’s cool over…being cooler. Lmao! Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣
Wei Xuan doesn’t need to fret anymore. Looks like it’s the new norm nowadays, decreasing temp as time passed.