Chapter 0005: Reinforcement and Hunting

Indeed! Just as Zhou Yulong was troubled by the six zombies in front of him, he noticed a long bamboo pole on the rooftop where clothes were drying. Suddenly, an idea struck him: "Uncle Zhang's rooftop is very close to mine, and his rooftop area is not large either. I don't need to go over there myself to deal with these zombies! The biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans can create and use tools. Hehe! This is it..." Looking at the long bamboo pole on the rooftop, he chuckled lewdly. The biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans can create and use tools. Hehe! This is it..." Looking at the long bamboo pole on the rooftop, he chuckled lewdly.

What? I slept for three days straight

Sigh, my physical strength is still lacking. I become exhausted after dealing with just one or two zombies. There are probably millions of zombies in Changsha, and even if they stand there for me to kill, I wouldn't be able to finish them all. It seems that exercising is still the most important thing. But what about water? Sigh, I won't think about it for now. After I finish the last pack of milk tomorrow, I will have to go to Uncle Zhang's place for another attempt. Six of them. Sigh, I hope to survive and get some water.

What is this?

Just as Zhou Yulong was about to express his excitement, a phenomenon plunged him into contemplation. It turned out that after the zombie had died, a blue liquid began to extend towards him along the bamboo pole, but it evaporated into a blue mist after extending less than one meter. At that moment, Zhou Yulong realized that he had an instinctive craving for the blue liquid, but this feeling came quickly and left just as fast. Once the blue liquid transformed into mist, that sensation seemed to vanish, yet the occurrence struck him as somewhat peculiar. Why did he have the urge to drink that blue liquid? Moreover, he found himself instinctively craving the blue liquid again, but this feeling was fleeting, disappearing as soon as the blue liquid turned into mist. This left him with many questions: Was his strength related to that blue liquid? What exactly was that blue liquid? Did every zombie secrete such a liquid upon death? He had too many questions, and these inquiries calmed the excitement he felt from successfully hunting the zombie. He seemed to understand something and decided to experiment once more.

After aiming for quite some time, he finally thrust the spear forward with force. "Puff!" After a faint sound, he observed carefully. "Damn! I missed!" He muttered angrily, realizing that it was his first time using such a long spear, and his aim was slightly off. He had almost aimed at the zombie's head, yet it still struck the zombie's shoulder. However, he was not in a hurry this time; after all, the zombie could not bite him, and he had plenty of time to aim slowly. He withdrew the spear and continued to aim. This time, he calmly focused for a long while before steadily thrusting the spear forward. "Yay!" He waved his hand excitedly; he hit! The spear had perfectly penetrated through the zombie's eye and emerged from the back of its head, shaking slightly before becoming still.

Zhou Yulong looked at the date displayed on his watch, unable to believe it. He clearly remembered going to fetch water on the 24th, so how could it be the 27th today? Could this all just be a dream? Yet the zombies lingering on the opposite balcony seemed to confirm that everything was real.

What exactly happened? That day... I remember I killed Sister Zhang and they turned into zombies, and then... Oh right, I have a headache

Forget it, as long as I am alive. Could it be that I have contracted some illness? Am I infected as well? No, that can't be right! I haven't consumed anything contaminated, not even tap water. Could it be... that day, Zhou Yulong suddenly recalled the bizarre blue liquid that had appeared. It was this blue liquid that had seeped into his body, causing him such excruciating pain. What exactly is this blue liquid? He pondered for a long time without arriving at an answer, so he simply decided to stop thinking about it.

After sighing for a while, Zhou Yulong returned to the rooftop balcony, exercising as he contemplated solutions. At that moment, he noticed a significant change in his body, or rather, an enhancement.

Zhou Yulong lewdly aimed his spear at a zombie's head, and now he no longer wanted to look at the zombie's face, after all, they were all neighbors. So he deliberately chose to ignore what the zombie looked like, mentally treating them as groups of data in a game. Only in this way could he avoid being tormented by guilt to the point of madness. Only in this way could he maintain a good, even playful, mindset when facing the zombies. He knew that his mental state could be considered somewhat abnormal, but there was no choice; the apocalypse was a test for a person. If you don't go crazy, you can only die

Zhou Yulong had a very long dream, in which he relived his entire life. From the innocent memories of his birth, the love of his parents and family, the indulgence of his grandfather towards his eldest grandson, the pain and sorrow of facing his grandfather's death, the glory of studying hard to attend prestigious schools, the joy of noisy gatherings with his close friends, to the agony of job hunting after graduating from university, and so on. It ultimately froze on the disfigured face of Sister Zhang, bitten by zombies. He seemed to see his parents crying over his corpse, as if he saw his own portrait in the mourning hall, as if he witnessed himself being devoured bite by bite by the zombies.

"How did I suddenly become so powerful?" he muttered to himself. "Could it be because of that blue liquid and the headache from that day?" Zhou Yulong thought for a long time and could only come up with this answer. Remembering the Resident Evil series of movies and some apocalyptic novels online, weren't the protagonists all enhanced by the virus to become so formidable? Could it be that he was the same? If so, didn't that mean he was quite powerful now? Just as he was feeling pleased with himself, he saw six zombies on the opposite balcony, resembling those from the books. Another wave of disappointment washed over him: "Damn it, even if I became Superman, I couldn't possibly kill so many zombies in Changsha. Millions of zombies could easily overwhelm me; it's just a bit more strength. Sigh! If only I could fly with my underwear on the outside..." His otaku tendencies began to resurface again. Another wave of disappointment washed over him: "Damn it, even if I became Superman, I couldn't possibly kill so many zombies in Changsha. Millions of zombies could easily overwhelm me; it's just a bit more strength. Sigh! If only I could fly with my underwear on the outside..." His otaku tendencies began to resurface again.

Uh, how long did I actually sleep? My head hurts

The creative potential of a homebody is indeed limitless. Zhou Yulong took down a long bamboo pole and tightly bound one end of it to a short spear. To ensure it was secure, he also found several clamps to fix it in place. Thus, a super long spear was essentially formed. He initially considered sharpening the bamboo pole into a very sharp spear for direct use, but after some thought, he decided against it. Who knows if a zombie's skull might be harder than the bamboo pole? That would be troublesome. Therefore, he directly attached the sharp short spear to the top of the bamboo pole and began what he referred to as his "fish spearing activity." He had originally thought about sharpening the bamboo pole into a very sharp spear for direct use, but after some consideration, he decided against it. Who knows if a zombie's skull might be harder than the bamboo pole? That would be troublesome. Therefore, he directly attached the sharp short spear to the top of the bamboo pole and began what he referred to as his "fish spearing activity."

Recalling that day, the intense headache made Zhou Yulong tremble slightly; it was excruciating! In his life, he had never experienced such pain, a thousand times worse than the dislocations he had suffered while playing basketball! He dared not think back on it, and he did not even know how he managed to endure it.

I cannot die! I absolutely cannot die! I am still young; I cannot just die like this! I still have my parents; I cannot let them see my corpse and weep! I cannot die! Absolutely not! The will to survive gradually filled my mind, ... Zhou Yulong also slowly began to awaken along with the books, opening his eyes ...

How could this happen! Just now, while eating and thinking about things, I didn't feel it; now I've eaten six packets of instant noodles and only just realized I'm not hungry. How has my appetite changed so much?" Zhou Yulong counted the packets of instant noodles on the table and was startled.

After sleeping for three days, he was indeed very hungry. He decided to go eat something, and as for water, he would have to find another way. Straightening his body, he looked at several zombies on the balcony opposite him, sighed in resignation, and then turned to the kitchen. He took out instant noodles and milk, crushed the noodles, and began to eat them dry. It wasn't until he realized that after finishing one pack of noodles he was still hungry that he opened a second and then a third pack. By the time he felt full, he was astonished to discover that he had eaten six packs of instant noodles.

"What is going on? Why am I running so much faster? And why does it feel like I am piercing the wooden board with my spear as if it were just a piece of paper? How have I suddenly become so strong?" Zhou Yulong looked at his hands in astonishment. Clearly, there was no change in appearance; they were still the same slightly pale and tender hands. How could his strength have increased so dramatically? Previously, he could only pierce the wooden board with all his might, but now a casual strike could break through it effortlessly. Moreover, he felt that his speed and jumping ability had also significantly improved, but the rooftop was too small to conduct any experiments.

Rubbing his still slightly aching head, Zhou Yulong glanced at his watch