Doudou couldn't answer Fu Hongyang anything, in fact, their roles in the dream were just playing a black seed.

Fu Hongyang didn't know why he had such a dream, probably thinking about it day and night.

So after teasing the black tree seeds that represent Doudou for a while, and couldn't find new fun, he continued to blow and sway in the wind bored.

This swaying swayed until dawn.

I got up, rubbed my eyes, and opened the door to see the black dog beans sleeping soundly in the next room, and the few black tree seeds on the ground were only the shells. Obviously, Doudou was hungry in the middle of the night and couldn't find anything to eat, so he had to get up and eat the black tree seeds one by one.

Now that I'm fine, Doudou is fine, which means that the seeds are edible.

Thinking that the tree was full of black tree seeds, he was basically sure that he would not have to worry about food for the next few days, but when he came to the courtyard, he quickly became worried again.

The originally sloping wall has opened a crack the thickness of a finger, and it may collapse at any time.

"We can't wait any longer, we must build the treehouse today!" After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he began to build the treehouse further.

The sleeping place of the tree house has been arranged, and the haze is more like smoke than fog, there is no moisture, and the quilt cannot be wet. The sheets are also propped up with wires on both sides, so that no matter how much you turn over at night, you can't fall down. He now has to get a bucket and a place to put his debris, and a place to go to the toilet.

With yesterday's manual experience, these processes didn't take much time.

He even made a small bed for the black dog Doudou - a hammock, with three ropes tied to a sheet and hung on two branches.

In this way, in one morning, the simple black tree house was completely completed.

He fetched water from the well and filled three full buckets, all of which were transported into the canopy of the trees, which was the basic guarantee that he would not have to go down the trees for the next few days. With food, drink, and bed, he dared to guarantee that he would definitely be able to live in the canopy for three or five days, or even a week.

"The haze seems to be much lighter, and it shouldn't be far from returning to normal!" At noon, while eating the unpalatable black tree seeds, he stayed on the bed of the tree house and looked around.

In the area centered on the black tree, the smog has obviously faded a lot, and even if you don't wear a mask, you can't feel the choking smell.

The crown of the tree is also much clearer, and even the zombies gathered under the tree can vaguely see their faces clearly, one of the old people makes Fu Hongyang sad, that is, his distant uncle - the distant uncle is a five-guarantee household, he has never married anyone in his life, and he has always loved him very much.

When I was a child, I remembered that if there was anything delicious, I would give him something.

It's a pity that before Fu Hongyang could make a return, this haze disaster took the life of the old man, and now he has recovered into a zombie, roaring like a beast from time to time.

In addition to distant relatives and uncles, there are also a few zombies, which Fu Hongyang can vaguely recognize, and they are all acquaintances in the village.

After sighing, he no longer showed any sadness, and continued to look around. The tree is also full of fruit, and the red fruit is particularly eye-catching, but there is no fruit that may give off a fragrance. The canopy of the tree and the canopy of the tree is already close to overlapping one-fifth of the area.

It is true that you can jump on the branches of the tree along the black tree, but it is difficult to climb back.

"Maybe I can tie a rope to the branch of the black tree, and after picking the fruit, pull the rope back?" This is a good way, there is still half a roll of hemp rope in the house, "Try this method now, pick the fruit first, let the zombies disperse quickly, and reduce the threat!" ”

I didn't care about observing anything anymore, so I quickly took out the hemp rope, found a strong branch and tied it, and tied the other end to my waist so as not to accidentally fall and be eaten by zombies.

"It's sturdy, yes!"

I tried to pull the rope and fell, but the branches didn't move, and I could hold on.

At this time, the movement in the canopy of the tree attracted the attention of the zombies, and these tireless zombies no longer circled around the tree, but raised their heads one after another, and their slightly red eyes stared at Fu Hongyang, who was sliding down the rope on the canopy, and roared spontaneously.

"Roar!" The two-meter-tall zombie, whose body became stronger and stronger, directly pushed away the zombie that was in the way, came to the bottom of the canopy, and roared at Fu Hongyang.

Fu Hongyang had already judged that zombies couldn't climb trees, so he didn't care about the zombies under the tree at all, just stood cautiously on the trunk of the tree, and then grabbed a branch to stabilize his body.

Untie the rope around your waist.

I began to search for the scent along the trunk of the tree, and in fact as soon as I landed on the canopy of the tree, I smelled the fragrance of the fruit. This scent is different from that of black birch seeds, but it is just as attractive. A moment later, in the center of the canopy of the tree, he found the scented fruit.

The red fruit of the tree is as big as a small watermelon, and only this one exudes fragrance.

"What is the fruit of the tree?" I don't know, I'm not specialized in trees, I really don't know the scientific names of these trees, "I don't care, I pick and eat them first, I remember eating the fruit of the tree when I was a child...... Now you can eat the seeds of the black tree, and the fruit of the tree must also be able to eat it. ”

Sitting on the branch, Fu Hongyang didn't pay attention to whether it was dirty or not, and began to eat it with the soft fruit of the tree. When I bite into it, my mouth is full of sweet juice: "It tastes great, a hundred times better than black tree seeds!" I don't have to worry about it these days, I just eat the fruit of the tree! ”

With the sweet fruit of the tree, who will eat the bitter black tree seeds.

His every move of eating the fruit was completely exposed to the eyes of the zombies, and then from under the tree came one violent roar after another, which was very harsh.

But Fu Hongyang was unmoved and continued to eat the fruit.

The zombies began to pound the trunk of the tree again, and now the tree has grown to the size of a bucket, and it is not at all that the zombies can easily break it. At most, the trunk of the tree is a little shaky, and you only need to grasp the branch with your hand, and you can sit firmly on the branch and continue to enjoy the delicious fruit.

After eating a fruit, I was refreshed.

There was no reaction in the stomach either, everything was normal, and the lips and teeth were fragrant.

He then returned to his place, tied the rope around his waist, and returned to the black tree house the same way, lying down in the warm quilt, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

The zombies under the tree made a fuss for a while, and when the aroma completely dissipated, they began to pace unconsciously around. Soon, the zombie groups gathered outside the wall of Fu Hongyang's house fled into the thick haze one after another, disappearing, and only one or two roars came from afar.

"It's a little strange that the smog should be lighter, but why is the visibility of the field of vision still restricted?" He climbed up from the treehouse and looked into the distance.

Around the black tree and the tree, the haze has thinned to the point that only a faint layer of thin veil remains.

But five meters outside the tree, the haze was still rolling, like a monster engulfing the world, without the slightest sign of decay.

"How so?"

"Why hasn't the haze lifted?"

Discovering this cruel question, Fu Hongyang's heart suddenly contracted, and there was a kind of sadness that hope was shattered in an instant, and despair was shrouded in an instant.

"The haze does not dissipate, what is the point of all this I do!"