It seems that food isn’t too scarce at the mont.
But when it cos to martial arts dicine, it might be hard to co by.
I’m not sure if the dicines in this world differ from those in reality.
If there’s a big difference, even finding a pharmacy won’t leave much ti to research formulas for unleashing internal strength.
However, if there are conditions, learning so knowledge is still possible.
Zhang Feng pondered, stood up, and took a can of beef from the shelf.
It just ca out this year, 2011.
Rustle—
Zhang Feng tore it open and ate. After a few bites, he looked at the other ridians in his body, continuing Spirit Awakening and resonance.
...
"That’s about it."
A dozen minutes later.
The young man seed to have cleaned out the supermarket’s stock, placing it beside Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng looked at it; it was enough for a normal adult to eat for three days.
At the sa ti, Zhang Feng also found it curious that in the apocalypse, people like this young man are quite rare.
If it were soone else, they might not have woken him up and taken everything instead.
Even worse.
He might have even beco food himself.
At least if it were Little Tiger, King Snake, or those big villains.
Under the pressure of survival, this would be nine tis out of ten.
’I do miss Brother King Snake.’
Zhang Feng felt a bit sentintal, thinking Brother King Snake and the others would probably enjoy the freedom of the apocalypse, running along the edges amid the zombie tides.
"What’s your na?"
At this mont, the young man sat across from Zhang Feng, passing him a bottle of water, "I’m Mao Yasheng, but my friends call Ah Sheng.
I also have a nickna, Shengzi. It’s what my dad liked to call , telling to have kids, hahaha."
Ah Sheng said with a slightly nostalgic smile as he opened a bag of food.
’He’s not in the right fra of mind.’ Zhang Feng noticed a flicker of daze in his eyes, realizing he had a psychological problem.
After all, it’s the apocalypse, and he’s still able to laugh so cheerfully?
There must be sothing wrong, likely.
But it’s probably not severe, maybe just a little neurotic, or absent-minded?
"Zhang Feng." Zhang Feng didn’t mind and also picked up a packet of crackers, "Just call Zhang Feng."
"Then I’ll call you Ah Zhang." Ah Sheng nodded, then earnestly said, "Ah Zhang, I gathered my courage to leave ho today, and you’re the first person I’ve t.
Can we talk for a while?"
"Alright." While eating, Zhang Feng continued to resonate, "Let’s start by talking about food.
You see."
Zhang Feng hadn’t dealt with a ntal patient before, but he seriously said, "First of all, these things are enough for two to three days, but the supermarket isn’t safe, so we need to find a safe place.
Do you know anything around here?"
"Where to go?" Ah Sheng had no idea, "This place seems safe to , so I thought of staying here."
"No use, the ground floor isn’t safe." Zhang Feng ignored his words, only asking questions, "Is there a large mall nearby?"
A mall has floors, and there might be plenty of food.
There’s no way that just one month into the apocalypse, soone would have emptied an entire mall.
Only, Zhang Feng searched his mory, but realized he had just started his internship in this city and was completely unfamiliar with the geography.
So he had to ask him.
"About five or six miles away?" Ah Sheng knew and pointed to the right, "From here, after crossing three streets, you’ll get there."
"Okay." Zhang Feng finished the crackers and then ate a sausage, "It’s morning now, let’s head over while it’s daylight."
"Hmm." Ah Sheng nodded, initially hesitant to leave, but now he wanted to go.
"Then let’s get ready to set off."
Zhang Feng got up, looked around, and picked up two long stainless steel kitchen knives, fitting nicely.
The supermarket only had these weapons; the rest, like fire axes and extinguishers, had been taken away.
The shelves were modular, strong per inch, and could be used, but they didn’t handle as smoothly as knives.
Zhang Feng tried them all, choosing to wield the double knives and carry a shelf crossbeam, about 1.2 ters long, on his back.
Ah Sheng didn’t take anything, just stood there, wide-eyed, staring at the fully equipped Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng pointed to the food, "There’s a bag over there, pack it and carry it."
"Okay." Ah Sheng found a bag and began packing things, but suddenly paused.
His gaze was fixed on a sausage.
Zhang Feng found it strange, looked at him, then at the sausage, not seeing anything unusual.
"What’s wrong?" Zhang Feng asked.
He didn’t speak, just stared at the sausage.
Then after about ten seconds, he resud packing as if nothing had happened.
Zhang Feng thought for a mont, looked at his numb yet natural state, ’Initially, I thought he was a bit neurotic, but now I can tell he must have been traumatized, driven mad.
Damn this wretched apocalypse.’
Zhang Feng thought to himself, patting Ah Sheng on the shoulder, "Ah Sheng, once outside, stay close to .
No matter what happens, don’t stray from around .
If we need to run, I’ll let you know in advance."
"Okay." Ah Sheng obediently followed alongside Zhang Feng, but after two steps, suddenly said, "My mom ate my dad, I locked my mom at ho. I don’t want to go ho, can we not go ho?"
Zhang Feng paused for a mont, then hefted his knife and headed out, "Let’s go, find food at the mall."
"Sure!" Ah Sheng was very happy.
Leaving the supermarket.
Zhang Feng looked up at the sky.
Damn sun still rises just the sa.
"Stay close to ."
Zhang Feng surveyed the surroundings, seeing cars, electric bikes, and automated vehicles involved in crashes on the front and back streets.
Skeletons, darkened bloodstains, shattered glass, mixed with dust covering the streets.
Further a hundred ters away.
Several zombies in tattered clothes were wandering, their flesh sowhat dry, as if sun-parched.
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