Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Apocalypse, Hot Pot

The eyes of the zombie carpenter had been closed for a long time; it couldn’t think yet, only instinctively feeling that closing its eyes to meet death might seem better.

At the very least, a bit of dignity remained.

Although it didn’t understand what dignity meant, that didn’t stop it from maintaining its own sense of dignity.

A long while passed.

It seemed like it was still alive.

An hour later, it slowly opened its eyes.

In front of it, the figures of the two people were long gone.

A glint of joy flickered through the zombie carpenter’s vacant eyes, and it staggered around, picking up its woodworking tool, and started planing wood again.

Surviving a near-death experience, it began to plane wood as a form of celebration.

Shhh—

The pile of shavings on the ground grew larger as the zombie carpenter tilted its head to look at them vacantly.

A barely audible, heavy sigh escaped.

A trace of helplessness flitted through its vacant eye, and with reluctance, it put down its tool and squatted slowly.

Cre-eak, cre-eak.

Its stiff joints creaked, and its grotesquely twisted fingers scooped towards the ground, barely gathering some shavings.

Its rigid arms didn’t bend well; with the slightest movement, the shavings rustled to the ground.

The zombie carpenter took five minutes to stand up, then ten more minutes to walk to a smaller door inside.

A few shavings were tossed inside the room, tracing a graceful arc in the air before landing on top of a pile of shavings.

As if hiding a treasure, the zombie carpenter clumsily twisted its head to check its surroundings.

Afraid someone might see its treasure.

After confirming no one was there, it stretched out its grotesquely twisted fingers, spending five whole minutes barely balancing a nearly broken finger on the doorknob.

It managed to close the door with difficulty.

Then, the zombie carpenter slowly squatted to the ground again, cradling some shavings, and headed to the small inner door to hide its treasure.

For normal people, this would be an extremely boring and exhausting task.

Not even a lunatic would want to spend so much time doing this.

For the zombie carpenter, this was its only form of entertainment since the apocalypse began.

Yes, entertainment.

It didn’t understand what happiness was; it only knew that it didn’t mind this behavior, and it was even more obsessed with it than with flesh.

Perhaps it was an obsession left from its years of carpentry work while it was still alive!

Even in death, it still thought about its work.

If the furniture factory boss were still alive, he could have given the zombie carpenter an award for dedication to work.

…

Bai Xiqin sat on the back seat of the bicycle, the breeze stirring her bangs but not her face of worry.

“Do you think I’m too soft-hearted?”

Bai Xiqin’s voice was muffled.

Zombies were clearly the greatest enemy of her life; she had no psychological burden in killing them.

Yet Xiao Luo’s death, and the depression in the zombie carpenter’s vacant eyes, left Bai Xiqin feeling utterly restless.

She could mercilessly kill those expressionless bloodthirsty monsters.

She could kill those ill-intentioned villains without a second thought.

But for those zombies who bore no hostility and even looked a bit pitiable, Bai Xiqin hesitated every time.

“Xiao Niu is always the best, the gentlest.” Leng Yebai chuckled softly, “You can kill whoever you want, let whoever you want live, whether they’re zombies or humans, as long as you like them, it’s fine.”

Xiao Niu’s choice was his choice.

“And you?” Bai Xiqin leaned her head gently on Leng Yebai’s back, asking softly, “What do you think deserves killing and what doesn’t?”

Leng Yebai didn’t think, replying immediately.

“What’s worth killing are those who would harm you and the zombies. There is nothing that shouldn’t be killed.”

As long as it crossed his line, there was nothing and no one in this world that couldn’t be killed.

His bottom line was the Bai Family.

Everything he had ever had in terms of family love, romantic love, friendship, was fully displayed with the Bai Family.

Even if the Bai Family became the great villains, he wouldn’t care.

No matter what happened, no matter when, he would always stand firmly with his family.

Bai Xiqin let out a gentle sigh, feeling heavily burdened.

Zombies, humans, Superpower Users, high-level zombies, made an already complicated world even more so.

“Xiao Niu, there’s a hot pot restaurant ahead; would you like to eat?”

Perceiving the aura of melancholy from Bai Xiqin, Leng Yebai quickly pointed out a hot pot restaurant in front, trying to change the subject.

In the post-apocalyptic era, hot pot restaurants were long deserted, with glimpses of chaos visible inside.

The pitiful supplies inside had long been scavenged by survivors, even the small gas stoves embedded in the restaurant’s tables had been completely dismantled.

“Let’s go take a look!”

Bai Xiqin suddenly became interested.

A woman’s greatest passion was hot pot.

Wandering, eating, wandering, eating…

After the apocalypse began, to eat hot pot, one had to do it at home; there was no ambiance like eating in a restaurant!

Seeing Bai Xiqin’s interest, Leng Yebai pedaled faster, heading straight into the dilapidated hot pot restaurant.

The ’Authentic Hot Pot’ sign hung crookedly as if it might fall at any moment.

Leng Yebai parked the bicycle at the hot pot restaurant’s entrance, secured it with a big lock, and then led Bai Xiqin inside.

The hot pot restaurant was messy, barely navigable.

Fortunately, there was no black blood inside, nor was there any pervasive stench of decay.

Leng Yebai found a spot that appeared relatively clean, pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, and carefully wiped the dust off the chair, letting Bai Xiqin sit down.

By this time, there was nothing to eat in the hot pot restaurant, as it had long been emptied by survivors.

Fortunately, Bai Xiqin had space.

She retrieved a small gas stove from her space, along with some ingredients and hot pot base.

To avert suspicion, Bai Xiqin also pulled an empty backpack out of the space.

If anyone saw, she could casually lie and claim she brought the foodstuff in the backpack.

No matter, she felt down and just needed a hot pot to cheer up.

With a click, the flame flared up from the gas stove, burning brightly.

The rich aroma of hot pot spread everywhere, Bai Xiqin’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at the hot pot.

Completely unconcerned with the chaotic surroundings, eating hot pot in a restaurant held its own unique charm.

Leng Yebai indulgently watched Bai Xiqin, a smile playing around his lips.

He didn’t think Bai Xiqin was courting danger, believing that whatever Xiao Niu did, it all seemed adorable.

The pot bubbled and boiled; the hot pot base completely melted; it was time to add the ingredients.

Outside, suddenly came the jubilant voice of Bai Yifan.

“Wow! Grandma, see, I told you, it’s definitely our family, isn’t that just Sis!”

Bai Yifan, with a broad smile, entered the hot pot restaurant with Liu Jing, not minding the mess inside, and casually tossed into the boiling pot the ingredients Bai Xiqin had prepared.

“You’ve got a sharp eye, kid!”

Liu Jing chuckled warmly as she looked around; for a moment, it felt as if she had dreamt of an apocalypse.

Having hot pot with family in a restaurant was a casual thing before the apocalypse, yet now it became a luxury dream!

“Haha, I saw the bicycle at the door!” Bai Yifan scratched his head.

Who dares have hot pot on the streets in an apocalypse?

Besides our family and Uncle Wang, no one else is so bold and skilled.

Whose broken bicycle has a big lock on it?

It must be his brother-in-law!

Combine the two, Bai Yifan quickly deduced the answer.

Probably only their family and Uncle Wang would be so whimsical, having hot pot on the apocalyptic streets.

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