Since the kitchen is occupied by so many zombies, all the materials in it have been contaminated and can no longer be used. Vincent and the others found some dry batteries and vacuum-packed food in the convenience store, and then left the service area in a hurry. Fortunately, when they came out this time, they brought a whole truckload of daily necessities, but they couldn't replenish them in a short time, so they didn't need to worry too much.

The convoy continued its journey north, and the alpine jungle gradually began to grow, and many times, the convoy had to pass through the woods. In many places, the road is no longer visible, and the original road surface is overgrown with weeds, small trees and moss. Fortunately, all of them drive military off-road vehicles with excellent performance, even if they are civilian off-road vehicles, it is estimated that these places will not be passable.

It was getting dark, and everyone was desperate to find a safe place to camp. But looking at the deep and dark jungle around them, and the zombies looming in the depths of the jungle, everyone had no choice but to turn on the car lights and continue to move forward.

After the convoy continued to drive hard through the darkening jungle for more than an hour, suddenly two fires from the depths attracted everyone's attention. Vincent picked up the infrared telescope and looked at it, and saw that it was a large wooden house, and the light was projected from the windows of the wooden house. Wooden huts are made of simple tree trunks, and such houses are common in the northern forests, and are used as temporary overnight shelters for local hunters or mountain watchmen when they enter the mountains.

The house is very simple, so it is not beautiful and sturdy, but it is enough to keep warm and protect from the rain. The roof is covered with thick thatch, and living in such an environment in a dense forest is also quite a feeling of grandeur.

The convoy struggled through the rocky path on the ground and drove for about ten minutes before reaching the front of the wooden house. From afar, you can smell the strong smell of meat coming from the house, which should be the smell of the meat of some animal that the owner of the house is cooking.

Since there is fire and the smell of flesh in it, there must be people living in it. Everyone pushed the door and got out of the car, although the weapons were still hanging on their bodies, but they did not take too high a level of security to prevent the owner of the house from misunderstanding.

He Yutian walked straight to the door, knocked on the wooden door twice, and shouted loudly: "Excuse me, is there anyone in the house?" We are passers-by from far away and want to spend the night with you because it is getting dark. ”

There was no movement in the house, He Yutian was unwilling, and knocked on the door again, until when he knocked for the third time, the wooden door suddenly "creaked" open. A man in his 50s stood inside the door and looked at him coldly, startling He Yutian.

I saw that the man was unkempt, his face was covered with black ash, and his messy hair was casually draped over his face, looking like he hadn't taken care of it for at least a few years. The clothes on the body are tattered, and they can't even be counted as clothes, but it is more appropriate to describe them with strips of cloth. The man didn't know how long he hadn't taken a shower, and there was a strong sour smell on his body.

However, everyone crawled out of the pile of dead people, even Mu Juan, Ma Chengyan, Lao Pan and others, who had no combat effectiveness at all, and they had also dealt with zombies countless times. Therefore, when everyone saw the appearance of this old man, they did not show the slightest expression of disgust or disgust.

The old man looked everyone up and down, perhaps because he found that their eyes did not change in the slightest when they saw him, and this reaction made him feel unusually comfortable, only to see him open his mouth, and a snarky and hoarse voice came out of his mouth: "Oh, a guest from afar? I haven't had guests in this room for several years, since you don't dislike it, then you can go into the house and sit down, it's a little small inside, it may be a little crowded, I hope you don't mind. ”

No matter how hard life is, everyone has experienced it, so naturally they don't care about this crowding, on the contrary, in addition to the sour smell in this room, it is already a rare enjoyment for them to have a safe and warm place to spend the night. After all, when they killed zombies, the characteristic rancid smell of zombies was much worse than the current one, and if they couldn't find a place to spend the night, they had to spend the night in a smaller car, which was even more unacceptable.

Maybe it's been a long time since I've talked to anyone, but the old man seems unusually enthusiastic, and he talks endlessly, all introducing the local customs and the origin of the decorations in his house. The house is divided into three rooms, in the middle is the living room, that is, where everyone is staying now, in the center of the room is now hanging a large cauldron, the firewood under the shelf is burning there, although the heat from the house is extremely hot, but also disperse mosquitoes, making this summer jungle night more lovely.

On one side of the house is the storage room, and the storage room in the jungle is not to be left at night, because all kinds of mosquitoes, flies and rodents fill the whole storage room at night, and it is simply impossible to stay in it. The other room was the old man's bedroom, and everyone just came in to spend the night, so naturally they were embarrassed to occupy other people's bedrooms, so everyone sat around the cauldron in the living room. Fortunately, the living room is not too small, and it is not too crowded for 10 or so people to sit around. From time to time, the pot churned with swarthy slices of meat, and I don't know what kind of animal meat it was, although it was cooked and there was a strong aroma of meat from time to time, but people didn't have any appetite at all.

The old man turned around and entered the storage room, and soon he walked out with a small bamboo basket, which contained slices of meat as black as in the pot, and said enthusiastically to everyone: "This is the bacon I made myself, although the smell is a little heavier, but the taste is absolutely good, please taste it." ”

The slices of meat looked like some kind of dried carrion, and except for the appetite of the mountain, who was full of interest and praised the meat for its good taste, all of them had no urge to try it, and after declining the kindness of the old man, everyone took out the dry food they had prepared and ate dinner.

However, Dashan seemed to be very interested in this kind of bacon, and after eating a few pieces, he was very addicted, and took a few pieces from the bamboo basket in the old man's hand, and put them on the fire with a branch and roasted them. In return, Dashan took out a bottle of liquor that he had brought with him at all times and shared it with the old man. The old man was also a drunkard at first glance, he had not tasted wine for a long time, and he was full of gratitude for Dashan's behavior, and the two of them came and went, and it didn't take long for his face to turn red, and his tongue trembled when he spoke.