Chapter 113 Young Zhang Jie

The old man's name is Zhang Shuguo. He joined the army when he was young and took part in that unspeakable counterattack. Later, the army laid off a large number of staff and he transferred to work in the Luoshan Forestry Bureau.

This old building was the house that Zhang Shuguo was assigned to by his workplace. It is several decades old and was demolished before the end of the world, so all the neighbors moved away.

The old man's son died early and his daughter-in-law remarried, leaving only the old couple and their autistic grandson. So, until the meteorite shower came, they had no time to move.

Unexpectedly, the grandfather and grandson survived because of the house that survived the meteorite shower.

It's just a pity that Zhang Shuguo's wife was in the hospital at the time...

After the zombie outbreak, the grandfather and grandson were the only ones nearby, and their dilapidated house was not attacked. They have survived to this day by relying on a sweet potato vine that produces a sweet potato every three days.

"Grandpa, go find grandma." After a while, the fat boy said again.

"You can't get out. There are zombies everywhere. Your grandma is long gone."

Zhang Shuguo said calmly: "My old bones can't hold out for a few more days, and your fat will be fed to the zombies sooner or later!"

Zhang Shuguo had already prepared for the two-month apocalypse, and they couldn't survive for much longer.

However, as long as he is alive, he will not let his grandson Zhang Jie die.

"Master, I'm hungry." said the fat boy again.

Zhang Shuguo stood up and walked into the kitchen. Under the stove was a plastic bag containing discounted vegetables that he had bought from the supermarket the night before the meteorite shower.

Now, only one sweet potato sprout is left with its roots there.

Three days ago, the leaves of the sweet potatoes were still green, but today, several leaves have withered and the vines are turning yellow...

This sweet potato vine can produce a sweet potato as big as a fist every three days, and one bite of it can satisfy your hunger for a day.

Sweet potatoes should have grown today, but right now there is nothing under the stem.

The old man was in a dilemma, should he eat the sweet potato vines?

After eating it, the grandfather and grandson's hope was completely gone, but even if they didn't eat it...

The old well in the yard dried up a week ago. Without water for irrigation, the family could only watch the sweet potato vines wither and die.

"Eating it can only provide a full meal, what about the next meal?" Zhao Shuguo muttered.

He still felt unwilling to accept that his grandson would die after this meal.

Finally, a look of determination flashed in old Zhang Shuguo's eyes, and he turned and staggered out of the kitchen.

"Zhang Jie, grandpa is out looking for water, you stay at home."

Zhang Jie looked up at his grandfather, moved his lips, and remained silent.

The few words I said earlier were already an extraordinary performance. People with autism will only occasionally speak when they care about the things they care about the most.

Zhang Shuguo sighed, found his crutches, opened the door and slowly walked out.

At this moment, the midday sun is bright and dazzling, but the world is desolate.

Zhang Shuguo is almost ninety years old. He knows that once he leaves home, he may never come back.

He couldn't help but look back at the house where he had lived all his life.

A month ago, vegetation climbed up the walls of the house and the cement was decomposed. After Zhang Shuguo discovered it, he took a lot of effort to clean it up.

Now it is covered with vines again.

Zhang Shuguo sighed again. He no longer had the energy to clean up.

Just as Zhang Shuguo took a step forward, he heard footsteps behind him. It was Zhang Jie.

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Shuguo said angrily, "Get out of here!"

"Master." Zhang Jie only said one word and looked at him with fear.

"go back!"

Zhang Shuguo raised his cane and hit Zhang Jie hard: "Are you still listening or not?"

Zhang Jie didn't move, letting the cane fall. Zhang Shuguo was too old, and the beating didn't hurt at all, but he was exhausted and panting.

Finally, the old man could only look up to the sky and sigh: "I'm going to die anyway, so I'll just take the risk!"

Zhang Shuguo put away his crutches, took his grandson's hand, and walked forward with a limp.

I remember there was an ancient well in the urban village. If there was a water source nearby, it must be there. It was also within the demolition area, so there shouldn’t be many zombies nearby.

Half an hour later, the grandfather and grandson came to an ancient well, most of the well mouth had collapsed.

Zhang Shuguo bent down with difficulty, picked up a stone and threw it down.

Pfft!

There was a sound of splashing water.

"have water!"

Zhang Shuguo was immediately surprised, and wrinkles appeared on his old face when he smiled.

With water, there is still hope for his grandson!

Just when Zhang Shuguo was happy...

Roar!

A zombie suddenly appeared out of nowhere and pounced towards Zhang Jie!

Zhang Shuguo was horrified and quickly put himself in front of Zhang Jie. Before he could say anything, the zombie bit his neck.

Zhang Shuguo's eyes widened with fear, and then became complicated. In the last moments of his life, he shouted to his grandson who suffered from autism: "Zhang Jie, go!"

Stab it!

The zombie tore off a large piece of flesh on the neck, along with the blood vessels and fascia inside, and began to chew it in big mouthfuls.

Zhang Shuguo's eyes began to blur: "Go... idiot, go...!"

Click!

The zombie bit off his neck bone, and the old man died...

Zhang Jie was stunned, watching the zombies pounce on his grandfather and tear into his flesh. Their sharp nails cut open his belly and pulled out his internal organs...which were steaming hot.

"Master!"

Zhang Jie yelled loudly, and then went completely crazy: "Ah ah... Master!"

He pounced on it regardless of everything, pressed the zombie under him, and bit the zombie's neck with his mouth.

The zombie immersed in fresh flesh and blood instinctively turned back to bite Zhang Jie...

So, the man and the zombie started to bite each other. Finally, Zhang Jie found a meteorite and smashed it hard on the zombie's head, once, twice...

A few minutes later, Zhang Jie's arms were bitten by the zombies to the point of bones, a piece of flesh on his face was torn off, his body and face were covered in blood, and finally... click!

The zombie's head was smashed by him.

The dark brown brain matter flowed out.

Zhang Jie was completely indifferent and continued to smash...

boom!boom!boom……

Click!

A piece of transparent crystal mixed in the brain was also smashed by him.

Suddenly, a pure extraordinary energy overflowed and instantly penetrated into Zhang Jie's palm.

His whole body was shaken suddenly, and then a black line twisted like an earthworm appeared on his face...

Then, two... three...

Soon, raised blue-black blood vessels covered Zhang Jie's entire face!

Roar!

Zhang Jie roared towards the sky, making a sound that was not like that of a human.

He stopped hitting and rolled on the ground.

If there were anyone here, they would be able to vaguely distinguish from his voice that what he said was: Master!

……

Two hours later, Zhang Jie woke up. He should have turned into a zombie, but he survived.

He opened his eyelids. The afternoon sun was very dazzling. He turned over and slowly climbed up from the ground with his fat body.

At this time, Zhang Jie's injuries had already recovered under the infusion of unknown energy.

He looked at the old man's body on the ground and moved his lips: "Master!"

A hoarse and unpleasant voice fell, and Zhang Jie's tears fell, drop by drop, like dots of light ink.

When the wind blew, Zhang Jie's increasingly tattered pants swayed slightly, looking a little bleak and desolate.

……

At this time, Zhao Yin, who was far away at the other end of Luoshan City, had just killed a wave of zombies.

He sat on a big rock, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to light it, suddenly, Zhao Yin felt something.

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the east of the city.

"Zhao Yin, what did you hear?"

At this time, Song Xiaodao had just completed his evolution and walked out of the invisible tent and asked.