Quick Wear: I Became the Savior of the Doomsday

No matter how small Wu Yue Town is, it is still a town. It is about 13 or 14 square kilometers. When the doomsday breaks out, there will still be a population of at least tens of thousands. If half of the population turns into zombies, there will be 10 to 20 thousand zombies.

This does not include the mutated zombies and plants. If those were included, Han Shuangjian was afraid that he would quit his job.

In order to ensure the safety of Dr. Bian Xiuming to the greatest extent possible, Zhong Suhan had to exploit Han Shuangjian and the others and not give them any rest time at all. After clearing one batch, they would immediately move to another place to continue.

Han Shuangjian's throat was almost smoking from the exploitation, Luo Baijing's hands were shaking as he held the gun, and Ji Senbai felt like he was being drained out and was losing his hair every day.

In the whole team, only 'Yao Huaixu' is still energetic. Today he tells this zombie that they had a connection in the previous life, and every day he tells that zombie that we will continue our connection in the next life. He keeps saying one set of nonsense after another, and none of them are repeated.

Mingqiu was sighing that this man was definitely a sea king who owned the four oceans before the end of the world.

Zhong Suhan just thought that this man was noisy, so he combed its hair expressionlessly, then rolled the combed hair into a ball, preparing to go back and ask Luo Baijing to make a rabbit felt for him.

As night fell, the few people who had completed today's cleaning returned to the base to rest. Han Shuangjian took three or four gulps of mineral water mixed with Jinshengzi lozenges. The cool water made her sore and itchy throat feel much better.

"I really would like to thank you, Captain Zhong, can we take a break? My voice is so sore!"

Her voice used to be mature and sweet, like a ripe peach in autumn. Now it is not only hoarse and low, but she is also unable to speak from time to time.

Luo Baijing sat beside her and helped Xianggu make a fire and cook. His right hand was shaking slightly and he could hardly hold the pot, falling to the ground several times.

"Captain Zhong, take a break for two days. It's already been five or six days. Our mission is not to clean up, but to find Dr. Bian Xiuming. I know that we can guarantee his safety by cleaning up the zombies, but since he has the ability to enter alone, he must have the ability to save his life. Can we not be anxious?"

"Let's put this matter aside for now. Do you think this town is a bit strange? There are so many zombies, but we didn't encounter any zombies above level three. Most of them are level one or two."

Ji Senbai picked up the pot that fell on the ground, rinsed it with boiling water, and then put it on the fire.

"Based on the number of zombies here, it's impossible that there isn't even a single level three zombie."

His words made everyone start to ponder, except Yao Huaixu.

Yao Huaixu was cutting vegetables. It was cold at night, so he planned to make some warm and easy-to-swallow food, such as a bowl of warm pickled mustard greens and shredded pork noodles.

The noodles are filling and filling, and they are also very smooth, making them suitable for Han Shuangjian, who has a sore throat and cannot eat dry and hard food.

After fighting for a whole day, they were now cold and hungry. The aroma of pickled mustard greens and shredded pork wafted into their noses. The hungry men soon gave up thinking and started arguing over whether to add chili peppers to the mixture, which eventually turned into an armed struggle.

The battle ended when the noodles were cooked and Yao Huaixu took out the chili sauce.

After eating the warm noodles, everyone had the mood and energy to continue the previous topic. In fact, Zhong Suhan also noticed this.

If those zombies are not here, they must be somewhere else. Now they know of only one zombie that can drive other zombies - Evil Thoughts (Red-eyed Zombie).

"Is the red-eyed zombie... establishing a zombie kingdom, with her as the king and the zombies as the generals, counselors, and soldiers?"

Ji Senbai put forward his own guess, but it was quickly rejected by Luo Baijing. He thought it sounded a bit ridiculous. Those were zombies. The lowest level zombies didn't even have intelligence. This was not a novel.

"I think it's still possible." Han Shuangjian supported Ji Senbai's point of view, "Before the end of the world, weren't zombies also something that existed in novels?"

This issue was very controversial, and none of the people had good tempers. After a long period of adjustment, they agreed on a way to deal with controversial issues - throwing it to Zhong Suhan.

So Zhong Suhan, who was petting a rabbit, felt the gaze of Ji Senbai and the others and said, "That zombie is very special. It is not impossible to establish a zombie empire."

Unifying the zombies and destroying the base, humanity’s refuge at the end of the world, is the most effective way she can think of to destroy the world.

She believed that Xie Xian thought so too.

The snowflakes that began to fall from the dark night sky proved that this year's winter had come earlier than in previous years. They were blown into the dilapidated house by the wind and slowly melted into water on the ground.

This was the first time that Zhong Suhan saw white snowflakes. She couldn't help but hold Ming Qiu and walked to the window. She opened the curtains and looked into the dark night, trying to see the falling snowflakes clearly.

"Is this...snowing?"

Her tone was too surprised, Ming Qiu asked in confusion: "Yes, Ahan, have you never seen snowflakes?"

"I've seen gray ones, but this is the first time I've seen white ones." Zhong Suhan was a little excited. She turned around and grabbed the scarf on the camping stool. After saying that she was going out for a walk, she opened the door and went out.

After five or six days of cleaning, Wu Yue Town was exceptionally quiet. Only the sound of falling snow could be heard, making the town seem even quieter.

Zhong Suhan hugged Ming Qiu and let the snowflakes fall on her head and wet her hair. She was a zombie and had no temperature. Seeing that the breath Ming Qiu exhaled turned white, she curiously tried to exhale white air, but failed.

"You have no body temperature now, and your air is cold." Ming Qiu said with a smile, "Ahan, isn't there any white snowflakes in your world?"

"Well, because of the heavy pollution, the snow over there is gray, just like human ashes." Zhong Suhan recalled, "The air is not as good as here, and it always smells like death. But I heard there is a small town on the edge of the Arctic, where the snow is white and the air is not polluted. I want to take my sister there."

It was rare for her to talk so much, Ming Qiu did not interrupt her, but listened quietly. Suddenly, he felt someone was looking at them, "Ahan."

"Yeah, I felt it." Zhong Suhan could feel that this gaze was not malicious, but she didn't like the feeling of being spied on, so she pretended to continue walking, secretly observing the other person's movements, and finally quickly disappeared from the other person's sight.

Her disappearance made the man hiding in the dark stunned for three seconds. He soon realized that he was exposed. He turned around and wanted to leave, but saw the girl appear in front of him.

Zhong Suhan looked at the man carefully. He was not ugly, with soft long hair that he tied into a small bun. There was a coldness in his clear eyes, and the frameless glasses made him look more gentle.

She held Ming Qiu with one hand, and with the other hand she suddenly supported the side of his body, and tiptoed towards his neck, "You... smell so good."