Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 80 Mountain Road
"Can you treat the wound on your back yourself?" Jiang Shi'an took the dry clothes that Song Jinhe took out from her space and looked at her back.

"It's not very convenient, but it'll be fine for a couple of quick meals," Song Jinhe said, sounding a little sleepy.

"If you don't mind, I can reprocess it for you."

Song Jinhe's gaze met his dark, indifferent eyes. "I don't mind, anyway..."

"what?"

Song Jinhe immediately denied it, saying, "It's nothing."

Anyway, she's not at a disadvantage.

Jiang Shi'an has dissected quite a few zombies and knows the human anatomy very well, so she's not embarrassed to put medicine on her back these days.

Song Jinhe turned her back and unbuttoned her clothes, exposing her wound to the cold, damp air. She instinctively shivered.
Then a warm and strong body approached, blocking the cold wind blowing in from the window, and gently pulled her into its embrace.

With her back to him, Song Jinhe could only hear her own heartbeat clearly, and her breathing instantly became tense and hot.

The alternating sensations of hot and cold made her pause, unsure of where to put her hands.

Thankfully, it wasn't face-to-face.

After finishing, the hand that was covering her clothes behind her carefully avoided touching her.

Such a sense of propriety makes it even more difficult for one to remain calm.

Song Jinhe paused, her gaze falling on his slightly lowered eyelashes. She subconsciously reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead, and Jiang Shi'an did not move, letting her do as she pleased.

"Don't catch a cold, here." Song Jinhe poured ginger tea from the pot into a disposable paper cup.

Jiang Shi'an took the ginger tea, drank it, picked up the clothes and handkerchief, and said, "I'll go to the back room to clean up."

Song Jinhe responded, saying that although it was called a room, it didn't even have a door, just a wooden frame. Even someone as tall as Jiang Shi'an felt a bit cramped inside.

She didn't want to see it; the problem lies with the house.

When she looked up, her gaze swept over the smooth lines of her back muscles. In this desolate wilderness, she would accept it even if a fox spirit appeared.

Song Jinhe lowered her head, her mind filled with images of the electronic wooden fish, which had diminished all her merits.

When Jiang Shi'an came out after changing his clothes, he saw Song Jinhe sitting there with her eyes vacant, and he was surprised. "What's wrong with you?"

"No." Song Jinhe cleared her throat.

The weather is much better now than last night, but the two of them are between two mountains and can't get up there anytime soon, so they simply set up a tent in the house and rest for a couple of days.

Of course, Jiang Shi'an took the lead, with Song Jinhe watching from the side.

Once the tent is set up, it can not only keep out the wind, but also prevent snakes, insects and rodents from biting you in the middle of the night, so you can rest more peacefully at night.

“The mountain road you were on earlier was severely damaged by landslides, and many parts were impassable. It was also difficult to climb up.”

Jiang Shi'an used a wooden stick to indicate the direction on the ground, "They went through this tunnel. If nothing unexpected happens, they will head towards the mountain to the north. We should be able to meet them if we go around from below."

"Mm," Song Jinhe nodded.

In fact, she couldn't tell which way was which in this kind of place. In the past, when she was alone in the city, she at least recognized some landmark buildings and main roads.

The sky outside had barely brightened for two hours before it darkened again, and the sound of sparks flying in the drafty house mingled with the sound of raindrops outside.

The flowers on the tree were knocked to the ground, and they didn't smell very good.

No one knows when, but Song Jinhe sat by the charcoal fire, leaned on Jiang Shi'an's shoulder, and fell asleep.

When she woke up, she looked at Jiang Shi'an, who was breathing evenly with his eyes closed. His face looked less distant and more gentle when he was asleep. She slowly raised her head and moved it a little away so as not to wake him.

What she didn't notice was that the next second after she left, the long eyelashes of the person next to her trembled slightly.

During the day they could rest in the house, but at night, when it was windy and rainy, they had to take turns keeping watch.

Fortunately, Song Jinhe had all the supplies, so even here, the food they ate wasn't bad.

The cooked food in the space was enough to last for more than a month. In order to help her wound heal faster, Song Jinhe resisted the urge to eat hot pot and followed the doctor's advice to switch to light food.

Jiang Shi'an was supposed to keep watch after midnight, but he came out of the tent around 11 o'clock.

"Remember to wake me up at 5:30." Song Jinhe had left him some food for a late-night snack.

"Well, let's go rest."

Song Jinhe suddenly stopped what she was doing. Her eyes started to itch again, and she couldn't help but rub them a couple of times. The more she rubbed, the itchier they became, and the harder she rubbed until her vision became a little blurry.

"Don't move." Jiang Shi'an reached out and grabbed her hand as she rubbed her eyes vigorously, his voice slightly deep, "Let me see."

He turned on the flashlight and gently placed his finger on Song Jinhe's eyelids. "It looks like it's inflamed."

Song Jinhe took out levofloxacin from her spatial storage. The cool liquid stung a little when it dripped into her eyes, but the itching finally subsided.

As her vision gradually cleared, she realized how close they were, their breaths mingling.

Song Jinhe snapped out of her daze in time and almost reached out to pull him closer.

She quickly entered the tent, covered herself with the blanket, and could only lie on her side because of the injury on her back. Looking at the sparks dancing outside and her tall, slender figure, she inexplicably recalled that line, "You're just after his body!"

But to be fair, given his looks, physique, abilities, and reliability, it's quite normal for him to have ulterior motives.

In the apocalypse, we don't even know how many days we'll live, so why worry about so much?

Song Jinhe shook her head, and as she thought about it, she began to regret it.

-

They stayed together in the red brick house for several days. Song Jinhe's injuries were no longer a big problem, and it was time for her to leave.

But a sudden downpour kept them away for another day.

After packing my things, including clothes and shoes that were easy to move in, and putting on my raincoat, I set off while the weather was still alright.

Song Jinhe handed the long knife to Jiang Shi'an so that he could cut through the tangled vines to open the door. Although the muddy path ahead was full of potholes and you would sink into the soft mud with every step, it was better than the situation where there was no path at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the red brick house was so dilapidated, with water accumulating all over the floor after the rain, and yesterday's storm blowing down many tiles, they would have considered staying there a little longer.

The mountain path was difficult to walk on, with water flowing down into the ravines. If you encountered a place that you couldn't cross, you had to find another way.

From the outside, you can see the entire mountain range; inside, there are only dense trees.

Their ability to traverse unfamiliar mountainous areas is also due to the combined advantage of their talent and outdoor experience.

On the way, Song Jinhe also picked up some wild bracken, two pieces of isatis root, and four pieces of wild ginger.

Jiang Shi'an looked at her with some surprise; it really didn't matter where she went, it didn't stop her from finding supplies.

At this time, the other side.

Qi Sixing, his clothes soaked and covered in mud, his face gaunt and thin, walked through the woods sighing as he carried a tree branch and a compass.