Chapter 8, this guy can communicate with zombies

Now she stir-fried the monkey leg vegetables with cured meat, and surprisingly, it tasted quite good. She still waited for Tang Ao to eat first, as Tang Ao actually understood her thoughts to some extent. She knew that he was the one who needed strength the most, but she was unsure how long this food would last. Therefore, she wasted not even a little bit.

"I am really sorry, Dad," said Hai Momo in a sweet and childish voice, though there was no sense of apology in her tone. For the first time, Tang Ao felt that his intelligence was insufficient; he had truly dug a pit for himself. However, he really lacked experience in this matter

However, there are still no lighting tools, and it seems that those fleeing must have also considered the lack of light at night ... Hai Momo is keeping watch in the small truck; she certainly can move things, but Tang Ao is already doing that ...

As the sky gradually darkened, Hai Momo slowly leaned over and wrapped her arms around Tang Ao's waist. The two of them squeezed together, perhaps to keep warm. Tang Ao also reached out and embraced her.

Tang Ao pressed his lips tightly together. His female secretary had been staying in the Asa Living Garden since the first day of the virus outbreak. How could she suddenly die here? Could it be that the Asa Living Garden has been overrun by zombies?

Returning to the small shop, several zombies were wandering around the iron fence outside. Tang Ao parked the vehicle, took out the chainsaw, and swiftly dealt with them in two moves

Tang Ao couldn't help but smile—this girl is good at everything, except that she often feels sleepy

He drove out, this time heading towards the city center. At this point, there should not be many survivors in City E, but the zombies encountered on a regular basis are not numerous. After last night's events, Tang Ao began to understand that they were likely mostly gathered in places like supermarkets and food courts, where humans would first go to seek food.

Hai Momo was in his arms, and gradually, drowsiness began to take over: "But many of them can only say hungry, and they rarely say anything else. The two just now were a bit smarter than the others"

He got dressed and brought some alcohol to cool down Haimo. Haimo kept mumbling nonsensically, but it seemed to be a zombie version; he could not understand this foreign language—thank heavens, and he never hoped to understand it.

At this moment, Tang Ao was finally in the mood to continue the previous topic: "Can you communicate with zombies?"

In the past, there were beautiful women surrounding me, but today I am left with only a young girl who still smells of milk. Truly, thirty years in the east and thirty years in the west

As the sky gradually brightened, a drizzling rain began to fall from the overcast heavens. The temperature dropped further, and Tang Ao decided not to continue his search. He drove back, occasionally spotting scattered remains along the roadside, most of which belonged to women, the elderly, and children

In the small shop, candles were lit, as they did not know how long the storm would last, they dared not light more. The flame of a single candle flickered, casting a dim light. However, it was certainly much better than being unable to see one's own hand. Hai Momo was serving rice, while Tang Ao used a fishhook to heat the candle until it glowed red, popping the blisters on his hand.

Hai Momo's cheeks are rosy: "Daddy will wash too"

Could this be the legendary retribution

Tang Ao was originally working without his coat, now he is only wearing a shirt, which is completely soaked with sweat. He did not feel it while working earlier, but now the cold wind penetrates his body, and it is drizzling from the sky, making him inevitably feel cold

More tragically, when he finished digging the pit and thought to himself, "At this height, it would be extremely difficult for an adult to climb back up," he realized that he indeed found it very hard to climb back up.

Both individuals were extremely cold, and there was no time for further conversation. Tang Ao started a fire at the entrance of the small shop using gasoline and heated a large basin of water with an iron pan. He placed Hai Momo into the hot water basin, disregarding everything else, and stripped her of her clothes, thoroughly dousing her with hot water.

Hai Momo hurried over and threw a rope tied with iron bars to him at the bottom of the pit. Wang Wang stood at the edge of the pit, wagging his tail, and finally sneezed in disdain, indicating his concern for someone's intelligence.

Tang Ao first dealt with the two zombies wandering outside, and then used the remaining iron bars to tightly insert a circle around the small shop, resembling an iron fence. Finally, he intertwined iron wire between the iron bars to create a simple protective barrier. The iron bars were driven deep into the ground, and if only zombies were to come, it would likely hold them off for a while. This area should be relatively safe now

Tang Ao could only feel it was incredible: "Morse code."

Hai Momo's body temperature began to rise again. When he fed her medicine, Hai Momo opened her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and sweetly called out: "Daddy"

After all, sitting in the office for too long has made his hands delicate. He thought to himself

This iron fence took an entire afternoon to complete. Tang Ao had been twisting the iron wire with pliers, and by this time, blisters had already formed on his hands. The sky had turned completely dark when he finished twisting the last section of wire and entered the small shop

She only cooks just enough each time, and if Tang Ao wants to eat more, she will eat less. She is like a pitiful creature, so understanding that it makes one feel heartbroken

At least one will not suddenly see a zombie face upon opening the door

At the stairway, the dog lay on the cotton coat, occasionally barking softly, its four paws continuously digging as if it were running, unaware of the beautiful dream it was having. He glanced at the dog and extinguished the candle—after all, if even a dog could have beautiful dreams, why should he be pessimistic?

At this time, only antipyretics are needed; by then, it is likely that we will have to resort to brain-dead pills

Hai Momo opened the door, and only then did Tang Ao let out a sigh of relief. She had already cleared all the fishing gear from downstairs to outside the small shop, and the space that had been vacated downstairs was cleaned thoroughly. Tang Ao frowned and said, "Didn’t I tell you not to open the door?"

A pair of red high heels caught his attention; he recognized those shoes as the ones he had given to his female secretary, custom-made in Italy. Now, not only were the shoes here, but the beautiful and delicate feet were also inside them

Hai Momo's face turned crimson: "It's nothing, a good sleep will do the trick." After saying this, she fell asleep again

In a chaotic and fragmented world, those who are ruthless and merciless are undoubtedly more likely to survive than those who are kind and compassionate

At the bottom of the pit, two people covered in mud silently exchanged a glance before looking towards Wang Wang at the edge of the pit. Wang Wang covered his face with his paws, displaying an expression as if his titanium alloy dog eyes had been dazzled.

Hey, this girl in my arms is really soft and tender, warm and cozy. If I were to hold her ten years from now... Damn, I'm thinking nonsense again

Tang Ao always felt that something was amiss, but he did not inquire further—Hai Momo had fallen asleep

He felt bored again and stopped talking, going to the car to move things. Wang Wang circled around him, watching as he carried items one by one into the small shop. When the last box of eggs was brought in, it sat in front of Hai Momo, drooling, with an expression that clearly indicated it was waiting for a meal

Tang Ao spent the entire day digging a pit, and the progress was merely a small trench measuring two meters wide and seven to eight meters long, directly in front of the small shop's main entrance—one cannot blame him, as the excavator was not very effective for digging trenches

Hai Momo also hummed at the bottom of the pit, while Tang Ao tightly embraced her: "Don't make a sound"

Tang Aoyue's frown deepened as he observed—these individuals had all been consumed recently, indicating that they had previously found places to hide. What event could have compelled them to emerge from their hiding spots, only to meet their demise in the jaws of death?

The next morning, I naturally woke up around 5 o'clock again. Tang Ao also called Hai Momo to get up—rather than letting her wander around here as a snack to attract zombies, it would be better to take her out together. After all, she wouldn't obediently stay in the small shop. Moreover, although this girl is small, she is not much of a hindrance.

The car was not moving quickly; he was attentive to his surroundings as he drove. The two people and a dog first stopped in front of a home textile store, with the dog eagerly leading the way. It ran swiftly, darting into the store like the wind, and after a short while, it emerged panting, indicating that all was well.

The sound of rain was tapping on the roof outside, and he had not slept all night, only feeling that the girl in his arms, Hai Momo, was as warm as a ball of fire. In the end, Tang Ao reached out to touch her forehead—damn it, she had a fever

Hai Momo was as happy as a dog seeing an egg, eager to wag her tail off at him

Tang Ao continued to climb up the rope, and just as he was about to reach the top, he suddenly noticed Hai Momo effortlessly gripping the other end of the rope, as if he had no weight at all. His gaze shifted, and he instinctively saw a shadow flash before him, followed by a gasp in his ear as Hai Momo fell down. Fortunately, Tang Ao was quick-witted and agile, reaching out to catch her.

"I was ready, they only opened the door after they didn't come." Hai Momo casually served herself some rice and also picked some wood ear mushrooms to make a stir-fried dish. Tang Ao was filled with indignation: "These dishes are not important, do you understand? What if you get bitten and turn into a zombie?"

"Hmm, good idea." Tang Ao's eyes flickered slightly as he immediately climbed up the rope. The two zombies were indeed preparing to pull Hai Momo up again. He wielded the axe, taking one down with each strike, settling the score on the spot, and then pulled Hai Momo up.

Tang Ao quickly moved the items with the help of the books and waved his hand to signal Wang Wang to get in the car

Hai Momo responded softly, still using cold water—she enjoyed this very icy and cool sensation. She finished washing the clothes, hanging them one by one on the iron fence

The cold rain fell like silk, incessantly and densely, as if it would never cease. Tang Ao caught a whiff of an extremely refreshing scent emanating from Hai Momo, and he took a deep breath, feeling invigorated.

Hai Momo obediently went to help him serve. Outside, there were zombies strolling about, and there were not many people here. The zombies gradually stopped coming. Those who could wander here were mostly tourists who had run down from Bai Liao Island upstream, merely passing by without any particular purpose.

Once the high fever of Hai Momo subsides temporarily, Tang Ao gets dressed and goes out—he needs medicine, rather than waiting here anxiously.

He turned to ask Hai Momo, and Hai Momo tied the rope around his waist: "I told them that my meat is tastier than yours, but if they want to eat me, I have to pull you up first"

He loaded these into the car and then went to the gas station ahead to refuel, using two white fuel cans to fill two large barrels of gasoline. The car continued to move forward, and he discovered several digging machines and gasoline-powered saws at a landscaping company's storefront nearby, which were indeed valuable items. He loaded these into the car as well

Hai Momo continued to emit a sound similar to that of a zombie, humming and chuckling, and the two zombies above began to respond. In the end, the two of them stood before the pit, looking down at the two individuals at the bottom of the pit

Tang Ao then took the axe and went inside, leaving Hai Momo to watch the car. There was almost nothing missing in the home textile store, as it was unlikely that many people would think about sleeping comfortably while escaping for their lives. Tang Ao picked up several sets of French brand bedding, a few thick duck down quilts, and matching pillows.

Traveling from Bailuzhou to the city, one must pass by the place where the two people and a dog had previously stayed. Tang Ao was very attentive to his surroundings, yet he did not see the three men from last time. Perhaps they have migrated; individuals like those three are unlikely to die easily.

After Hai Momo finished tidying up the dishes, there were no entertainment activities in the evening, so Tang Ao had no choice but to carry Hai Momo upstairs to sleep. The floor was a bit cold, so Hai Momo spread one of her cotton jackets on the floor to use as a blanket for Wang Wang

After taking the medicine, she finally began to slowly recover from her fever. Tang Ao let out a sigh of relief and lay down beside her fully clothed. Hai Momo nestled into his arms, tilted her head back, and her warm lips brushed against his face. He gently stroked her head, but his mind was occupied with other thoughts—this guy can communicate with zombies, haha, just look at what treasure he has found.

Hai Momo has not yet woken up, he used two iron bars to nail the door shut, and then drove away

Hai Momo cooked two eggs for it and mixed fish with rice for it. Its tail was almost wagging off, and it happily started to eat. Tang Ao sat at the table and also began to eat. After several days without vegetables, the wood ear mushrooms were truly refreshing. In the past, he had eaten bird's nest, shark fin, truffles, and abalone; what had he not tasted? However, none of those delicacies could compare to this bowl of wood ear mushrooms. His appetite was wide open, and he ended up eating an extra bowl of rice. Yet, despite all those delicacies combined, they could not rival this bowl of wood ear mushrooms. His appetite was wide open, and he ended up eating an extra bowl of rice.

There are at least twenty zombies in the clinic, and Tang Ao swings the axe down repeatedly, his trench coat splattered with dark green blood, his face contorted in a grimace

Tang Ao could no longer sleep. He had never taken care of a child before, but he understood that a fever could be serious or mild. This girl was already rumored to be somewhat slow-witted; if her fever worsened, it would be a disaster if she became exponentially more so!

The nearest community clinic is about three to four kilometers away, which is not far. He drove to the entrance of the clinic, where he could faintly hear five or six zombies groaning inside, almost as if they were about to sing a duet with nunchucks.

Hai Momo handed him a pair of leather gloves, and then began washing the clothes for both of them. The water was somewhat cool, yet her hands remained fair and delicate, showing no signs of stiffness or redness from the cold. Tang Ao unconsciously reminded her, "Use hot water"

I swear! He cursed loudly, "Hai Momo, pull me up!"

Tang Ao's eyes were filled with concern: "Are you feeling better?"

The two parties were surprisingly engaged in conversation. Before long, the two zombies actually threw down a rope. Tang Ao tugged at it forcefully; the rope was very sturdy: "Can you understand what they are saying?"

After the meal, Hai Momo tidied up the dishes. She was quite small, but the sink was a bit high. She had to stand on a chair and then kneel on it to wash the dishes. Tang Ao dared not get his hands wet—his hands absolutely could not be harmed. In such circumstances, one's body is the capital for survival

Hai Momo did not wake up until the car stopped. She jumped out of the car to prepare breakfast. The breakfast consisted of a pot of wild vegetable porridge, two fried eggs per person, a plate of cold mixed fish mint, and two pieces of cured meat pie. Although Hai Momo's cooking skills were not particularly impressive, her hands and feet were quite nimble.

Having found what he was looking for, Tang Ao then drove back. Outside the small house, there were many fishing tools piled up. Tang Ao raised an eyebrow and stepped forward to knock on the door: "Hai Momo!"

Dinner remained abundant, while he was making the iron fence, Hai Momo was foraging for wild vegetables. Since this area belongs to the Bailuzhou Nature Reserve, the environment is still very well preserved. There are also plenty of wild vegetables

Upon reaching this point, he felt something was amiss—if she were to be bitten and turned into a zombie, it would be a complete fulfillment of his wishes, a liberation from suffering! What should he do? Would it be appropriate to set off some firecrackers to celebrate?

Because they are not very focused, the threat is not significant. Tang Ao merely observes where they all go, needing to eliminate them first to prevent them from springing out unexpectedly.

Wang Wang is doing well, with a thick coat, and has not been drenched. At this moment, it is still lying at the stairway entrance, squinting its eyes to glance at Tang Ao and then at Hai Momo.

Hai Momo nodded: "Of course, zombies can say 'hehe', 'hahaha', 'hmm', 'roar', 'ah'... Each sound has different lengths and tones, which convey different meanings. If you say it like that, they will understand."

Hai Momo was originally cooking before she fell into the pit, and now she continues to do so. Tang Ao used to never concern himself with these matters, but today he stands by and watches her cook. Tonight's dinner consists of a plate of steamed rabbit meat, a dish of stir-fried clams, and a bowl of wild vegetable egg drop soup. Neither Tang nor the library is aware of how this girl gradually learned to prepare these dishes, but it must be said that the taste is quite good—especially after being frozen and hungry for a night.

He gathered all the antipyretics and cold medicines, packed up the commonly used medications, bandages, antiseptic solution, and injectable solutions, taking everything he could. Upon returning to the small shop, he dismantled the door, and exactly forty minutes had passed.

Outside, a light rain pattered down as Tang Ao moved the items from the vehicle inside, filling the entire downstairs area to the brim. After having his meal, he filled the oil tank of the digging machine with gasoline and stepped outside. He began to dig a pit five meters away from the iron fence—setting up some traps to strengthen the defenses

Tang Ao sighed, "There is no need to be too frugal with food; you won't starve to death." Hai Momo nodded, and Tang Ao picked up some vegetables and placed them in her bowl, "Eat up."

The vehicle continued to move forward, and on this foggy early autumn morning, the sky was somewhat overcast, still not fully bright. Ahead, a zombie that had risen early was wandering about, as if engaged in morning exercise. Tang Ao did not hesitate to crash into it, while Hai Momo wrapped herself tightly in her cotton coat and surprisingly fell asleep again

It seems that the places in the city where food can be found are already overcrowded with corpses

"It's nothing, let me think for a moment." He held Hai Momo in his arms as the rain fell heavier and heavier, with no place to take shelter in the ditch. Before long, Hai Momo was completely soaked. They waited until after midnight, when two zombies stumbled over, grunting and groaning.

Tang Ao lightly kicked it and exclaimed, "Damn, this dog has become a spirit!"

Having eaten and drunk to satisfaction, it is time to get back to work

Tang Ao rarely tenderly patted her head: "It's alright, Dad can hold on." Hai Momo truly felt heartbroken for him and splashed water on him. Once he warmed up, he took some clothes to dry both Hai Momo and himself, and then changed into clean clothes

Hai Momo really enjoys going out with Tang Ao, but it is still dark outside, and it is too early for her, making her sleepy. Tang Ao drapes a thick cotton coat that can be used as a sleeping bag over her, truly embodying a maternal role, thinking of everything.

There is a leather shop ahead, and Tang Ao stopped, clearing out all the leather shoes, leather gloves, and leather hats. He did not spare even the unprocessed leather goods; this time, it was quite a bountiful harvest. However, as he passed by a barbecue restaurant, he vaguely saw at least sixty or seventy zombies wandering inside.

Tang Ao still wore a thick cotton coat, and then wrapped Hai Momo in a large cotton jacket— that coat was almost becoming her sleeping bag. In his arms, Hai Momo leaned against his chest, sleeping soundly and sweetly. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder; who could have imagined that just ten days ago, he was a charming figure in a grand house, and now, ten days later, he was huddled in this small room.

The likelihood of this is truly minimal; he is well aware of how meticulous the security system there is. He drives in the direction of "home," unable to comprehend it no matter how hard he tries.

After the two finished their meal, they locked the door and went upstairs to sleep. Hai Momo spread out the blankets, quilts, and other items she had gathered in the morning on the bed, which greatly enhanced the appearance of the entire small attic. The warm bedding was indeed the most comfortable place, and Tang Ao let Hai Momo lie down first while he slept on the edge of the bed