Being able to heal wounds in a very short ti would have been a lucrative business during peaceful tis.
Professor Xia laughed, "An unexpected gain, in the future, any little friend in the shelter who plays and bumps around will recover quickly."
Compared to the harm of a zombie’s bite, this discovery was still sowhat trivial.
Lin Fan said, "Regardless, it’s a gain."
He chatted briefly with Professor Xia, discussing so discoveries in their experints. Although he did not fully understand, he was willing to listen attentively when being taught new knowledge.
What he did not understand, he could learn gradually.
After listening more over ti, he would understand more or less.
He forcefully made Professor Xia rest, and, unable to resist Lin Fan, he could only lie on the sofa. Under Lin Fan’s watchful gaze, his breathing gradually steadied, and a slight snoring sound erged.
Lin Fan tidied the blanket over Professor Xia, then quietly left.
...
The streets.
Lin Fan looked around at the environnt, as usual, although they had liberated Hwang city, it was still quiet and desolate. The only good thing was the absence of zombies.
He entered a baby store.
ngng was learning to walk.
He needed to buy so things.
Like soft blankets to spread on the floor.
Stuff to wrap around furniture corners.
And safety plugs, as children’s fingers are small and they like to poke holes. To prevent accidents, these items were necessary.
The store was in disarray, with items scattered all over the floor.
"The desolation brought by ti is thoroughly evident."
Lin Fan lanted.
This street used to be so bustling, inside and out filled with people, everyone shopping in a safe environnt, without worrying about any dangers.
Until the apocalypse arrived, and everything had disappeared.
What he was striving for was to bring back the glory to the quiet, desolate streets, to liven them up completely, bringing a different elegance to life.
...
At this ti, a place very far from Hwang city.
There was a vast sea.
A huge ship was docked on the sea surface.
A man and a dog appeared on the shore.
Sun Neng looked at the card in his hand, embossed with a line of text.
"Apocalypse Exchange"
He was surprised that such a place existed in the apocalypse, that while zombies road everywhere, there were survivors capable enough to establish such an exchange.
A few ters from the shore, several old wooden boats were docked, each occupied by a survivor waiting for custors needing to cross the sea.
"Need a ferry?"
A middle-aged man on one of the boats, holding an oar, asked. He was dressed in old clothes covered in dust, his expression showing age but his eyes shone with shrewdness.
And even a hint of ferocity.
"Needed," Sun Neng replied.
Sun Neng knew about the rules here, and how he learned of this place dated back to so ti ago.
Outside, he encountered two survivors who ambushed him halfway through their journey, but fortunately, he was capable and ended up killing the two attackers.
Before the counterattack, he learned about the existence of the Apocalypse Exchange from them and found a card on their bodies.
Thus, he ca here to see what this place was all about.
The boatman’s service wasn’t free.
Paynt was required—gold, paper money, diamonds, and other once-valuable things, here, were worthless as rubbish.
Only food could be used as currency.
Like instant noodles, biscuits, canned goods.
If you didn’t have the fee for the trip, you either swam across or found another way over.
The middle-aged man rowing the boat glanced at the native dog following Sun Neng and couldn’t help but say enviously, "This dog could fetch a high price in the exchange."
In the current apocalypse, food still remained a top priority since everyone had to eat.
at especially, fresh at products were even more favored by survivors.
Sun Neng didn’t speak, looking at the huge ship ahead, while the boatman, constantly observing Sun Neng, noticed he wore glasses and seed ek, easy to bully.
The boatman slightly harbored so thoughts.
Soon, he turned these thoughts into action.
Just then, the boatman pulled a hamr from his coat and, thinking Sun Neng hadn’t noticed, swung it violently towards Sun Neng’s head.
Just when he thought he was about to succeed,
Sun Neng quickly turned and grabbed the man’s neck. The sudden act left the boatman utterly panicked, "Big brother, I was wrong. I have a family to look after. You—"
Crack.
Sun Neng broke the man’s neck, threw him into the sea casually, then took the oar and rowed towards the ship himself.
That was the apocalypse.
Few people could be trusted.
All the living thought about killing each other to take possession of their goods.
Sun Neng considered himself not a good person. He never hesitated against such people.
rcy to an enemy was cruelty to oneself.
The other survivors on those wooden boats had grown accustod to such situations; once greed arose and it led to a kill-or-be-killed scenario,
They just didn’t expect the other party to die so quickly.
Moreover, the sudden reaction despite being attacked from behind triggered a thought in their minds.
Awakener...
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