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(This chapter is sub-paragraphed for plot purposes)

"Whew...... Hu ...... "Looking at the increasingly clear fist marks on the stake, Dou Dong fought continuously for half an hour, and finally was so tired that he could no longer hold on to the ground and collapsed on the ground.

"Hey! Stand up. The man dragged the porcelain bowl and walked towards Dou Dong with one hand behind his waist. As soon as he finished speaking, the man coughed heavily several times.

"Father, I've worked hard. Whew, whew, why can't I rest since I hit in the early hours of the morning......" Dou Dong turned his gaze to him, and said deliberately quibbly with the sweat from his tired body.

At this time, he wanted to lie on the ground and put aside all distractions, close his tired eyelids, and sleep beautifully to recover his strength. But in the face of the stern man in front of him who was always fierce to himself, all the beauty he had imagined was shattered in an instant.

"If you don't redouble your efforts to train martial arts now, how will you survive in this world in the future, and how will you defeat those infected who are rampant?" The man stood on the edge of the square, staring fiercely. After he finished his serious speech, he lowered his head slightly and took a sip of water.

"We live in isolation, how can we talk about the ...... of the infected"

"Bastard!"

"Huh!" Seeing something thrown towards him at a fast speed, Dou Dong subconsciously raised his body out of thin air, and his action reaction in the process was very flexible.

Bang - bang!

The porcelain bowl was still filled with water, and it was smashed to the ground by the man who had lost his temper. He opened his angry eyes, suppressed the fire in his lungs, and then coughed non-stop, and after coughing for a while, he reprimanded Dou Dong and said: "Only the most stupid people would want to live an isolated life, Dou Dong, sooner or later, you will have to face this end of the world independently, and survive in the corners of the world!" ”

"But I don't like to go out, I don't like to travel, I don't like anything! Is there anything wrong with just wanting to live a peaceful life like this? Dou Dong shrugged his shoulders and stood up helplessly. In the face of his father's repeated outbursts of anger in front of him, he has long since grown accustomed to it.

"You--settle for the status quo, sooner or later it will hurt you. Alas...... Titicaca, Titicaca......" The man seemed to be very angry, and he stammered for a while. His face was pale and weak, and he was getting thinner and thinner, and finally returned to the house with a heavy sigh and a cough that he could hardly straighten up.

In the empty square, only Dou Dong was left standing alone.

"What the hell is he (father), what's wrong......" Dou Dong looked at his back respectfully, his eyes flashing.

Looking back, my father had to go far away every once in a while. And never bring yourself with you every time, and will keep enough food in advance.

At that time, Dou Dong was lying on the window alone, looking out at the pure and natural wilderness with no signs of human activity, and the surrounding hills were raised one after another. He also looked forward to what the outside world would be, but his father always threatened himself by saying: The outside world has been destroyed, the whole world is now rampant with zombies, and only we are the safest here.

Dou Dong grew up as a teenager, he was fortunate to listen to his father's words honestly, and never dared to set foot in the outside world. And the strong desire to go out in his heart, as he grows, it gradually dissipates in his heart.

One day, his father took Dou Dong on another exception, and that time was deeply impressed in Dou Dong's memory. In fact, looking at his entire youth, the number of times he has been out of the house is only a handful.

At the farthest point, I had come to an abandoned road paved in the wilderness. Standing in the middle of the flat road that day, he looked up at the rusty sign fixed on the side of the road with strange letters written on it, which his father said meant the direction of Ed. The end of the highway disappears on the horizon where the wilderness meets the gray sky, and perhaps the town of Ide will be somewhere behind the horizon disappears.

The most impressive time was when his father took him to the Changqi Mine, which was very close to his home. It was only since that time that Dou Dong learned that he could reach a small mine in half an hour by walking west along his homeyard.

Walking up the winding mountain road, you can see that the nearest mine to the surface has been tightly blocked with stones. Dou Dong was intrigued and asked his father why, but his father told him that there were infected people inside. The original people in the mine blocked the mine in order to prevent them from coming out to harm the humans, and Dou Dong was convinced of this.

At the bottom of a steep slope, you can see a cluster of living life fighting against the environment. It was a large clump of grass that Doudong couldn't name, and when you walked in, you could see a shovel that had been thrown away, a pair of dirty black gloves, a small chandelier, and a safety helmet that had been turned over and lying quietly.

Both sides of the mountain road are piled up with all kinds of weird gravel, those colors and appearances are special, and Dou Dong will carefully pick them up. When he had just picked up a square piece of granite under his hand, when he stood up, he saw a natural stone intertwined with white and black, which looked like a pebble, and like an ordinary gravel, in short, he threw away the granite in his hand, and ran over to pick up new stones.

"Dou Dong, look." With one hand crossed on his waist, his father stood near the slope on the side of the mountain road with Dou Dong in tow. He stretched out his hand and pointed to an old dormitory house in the distance, as well as the rudimentary support structure at the half-mined ore for Dou Dong to see.

If you follow the mountain path, you will come to a flat ground with a high slope but a low height relative to the ground. It was a swept ore square, surrounded by a rudimentary barbed wire fence. Wooden supports were erected below the vertical hillside, and the ground was parked with a large truck with a flat tire, a pile of unused wooden pillars, and boxes of supplies that seemed to have been intentionally discarded on top of the slag. At the end of the tracks was a small pile of iron ore that had not yet been screened under the low racks of the empty plank house. The front end of the rails extends to the second heave mine found, disappearing into the darkness of the scaffolded interior from the outside.

In a low and hoarse voice, my father pointed to the mine and said, "This is the site of the Changqi Mine. At that time, the virus spread from the Mono Plains to the vicinity, and some people became infected and became ......"

[To be continued]