Yang Xiaohai, who wanted to hide from his leisure, has been very busy recently. The mere task of keeping one's "shelter" functioning properly and maintaining basic hygiene takes a great deal of energy. Every day is busy like a spinning top, and I can't live in peace for a moment.

But being busy also has the advantage of being busy, at least he doesn't have time to think about it. The previous things seemed to be passing by, and gradually dissipated in the trivialities of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

It is gratifying that after a period of time, Yang Xiaohai found that he had developed again during a certain bath. This made him extremely emotional and happy. However, there are joys and sorrows, and the transformation from an "infected person" to an adult is by no means cost-effective.

First of all, Yang Xiaohai's size of 170 was forced to shrink back to 165. The sturdy physique is like a balloon, which bursts when it is said. After experiencing a short period of strength, Yang Xiaohai returned to the physique of an otaku.

However, Yang Xiaohai was still grateful, at least he didn't wear glasses again, and he didn't lose his nature in the infected state. I used to be a little fat, but now it's better, and it's become a clothes rack. People, the most important thing is contentment. Yang Xiaohai is very open to the changes in his body.

Ordinary life always passes quickly. Before I knew it, more than a month had passed. The scorching heat is finally gone, and the cool autumn is coming. From summer to autumn, although Yang Xiaohai's body has not fully recovered, it is much better than before.

Not long ago, Yang Xiaohai finally had a more accurate understanding of his home: the materials he took from the dilapidated "shelter", plus the original materials, not only did he not lose anything, but he also made a lot of money. In the case of water draft, it seems that it can last for a long time.

He can't calculate the specific time, anyway, a few years shouldn't be a problem. Maybe in a few years, all the infected will be dead? Who knows what is to come? Anyway, the sequelae of a series of events is: Yang Xiaohai became silent. No one could communicate with him, so he couldn't speak two sentences a day.

Without someone to talk to, even his former curiosity has faded a lot. For example, sometimes on the way to fetch water, occasionally you will hear some different sounds. But without exception, he chose to avoid it. It's not that he is not curious, but Yang Xiaohai has changed from having no city in his heart to being inexplicably afraid of strangers.

It was another morning when the sun was gone, and dozens of "ground cages" by the lake had already been collected by Yang Xiaohai. Only five "ground cages" remained, swaying shallowly underwater. Yang Xiaohai wrapped himself tightly: inside, was a high-quality camouflage suit produced by "Shelter".

Outside, bulletproof vests, thick canvas gloves, and sturdy, big-toed hiking boots from some of the base personnel were there. On the shore not far from the "ground cage", Yang Xiaohai clumsily poured lake water into the bucket. He mechanically repeated the movements hundreds of times. It was as if these jobs had penetrated deep into his soul and become a life skill that he had crooked.

Even if he wears bulky clothes, Yang Xiaohai still does it with ease. Compared with the spring, Yang Xiaohai can be said to be fully armed, and even has a lot of confidence. With an M16 on his back, the "Sand Eagle" in his pants is shining, two leper grenades are dangling on his chest, and a military dagger is hidden at his ankle.

All of these add up to a fierce spirit. Yang Xiaohai carried the flat shoulder, hooked the two buckets, and straightened up with a little difficulty. At this time, he missed himself when he was strong. In fact, he is not weak now, but it is just worse than before.

Following the path that would not be wrong with closing his eyes, Yang Xiaohai walked towards the "refuge". Today seems to be a bit unusual, it is almost noon, but the sky is still low and terrible. When several wandering infected people spotted him and ran towards him with a roar, Yang Xiaohai put down his shoulder in no hurry.

I haven't seen him for a while, and Yang Xiaohai has a familiar feeling of the "infected" who ran towards him. Familiar to familiar, Yang Xiaohai has no idea of dedication. So he took a moment to straighten the M16 he was carrying.

"Da Da Da", a crisp gunfire rang out, and the three "infected" who ran towards Yang Xiaohai poured one. The remaining two were not affected at all, as their prey was approaching and sped up. In the blink of an eye, the two "infected" were less than three meters away from Yang Xiaohai. The spear was too late, Yang Xiaohai slightly sideways his legs, and pulled out the "sand eagle" with the most perfect posture he could do.

"Boom, boom...", seven times, an "infected" who was blasted off half of his face fell into Yang Xiaohai's arms.

After his pounce, Yang Xiaohai suddenly lost his balance. When he fell on all fours and fell on his back, the only remaining "infected" saw the stitches and smashed them hard on Yang Xiaohai's thick buttocks.

"Ahh

Yang Xiaohai screamed, pulled out a sharp dagger with his left hand, and stabbed backwards without looking. Luckily, Yang Xiaohai's stab hit the opponent's temple. And although it hurt a lot in the buttocks, I didn't see any redness. Solid fishing nets once again meritorious.

Covering his buttocks, Yang Xiaohai bared his teeth and looked into the distance. A little farther away from him, there were still figures moving. The pain in the heart sounded the alarm for Yang Xiaohai.

Yang Xiaohai said to himself: "I'm careless again." ”

Take out the white medicine and spray it on the buttocks, it is useless or not, it is good to take the medicine. The smell of Chinese medicine is very strong, but the "infected" don't seem to like this smell very much.

Bypassing a few "infected" from a distance, Yang Xiaohai swapped his shoulder and carefully controlled the balance to prevent the water in the bucket from spilling. Let the slow-moving "infected" linger behind him, and he will not be able to look at them. Yang Xiaohai is confident that as long as he accelerates or turns, he can shake off the tail that follows.

Who knew that after only walking a few hundred meters, there were a few more "infected people" wandering in front of them. Yang Xiaohai sighed lightly, and could only adjust the direction of progress again.

After walking for a few minutes, when he was about to reach the small dirt slope, Yang Xiaohai stopped. Because in the distance as far as his eye could see, he saw a group of infected people. Despite a few hundred meters to go, he let go of the bucket and sprinted towards a safe and secluded place, only to distance himself from the infected behind him before falling to the ground.

Yang Xiaohai glanced at the small soil slope. "Where did the 'infected' come from, there must be hundreds, right?" Yang Xiaohai estimated that these guys must have come from out of town. In the past, Yang Xiaohai had not seen such guys. At first sight, he was full of vigilance, but when he saw more, he became numb to these wandering "infected" wandering around.

Lying on the muddy ground, Baba waited for the group of "infected" to leave. But the group of infected people, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right, wandered for a few minutes, and they were still shaking in front of them. Yang Xiaohai's ears sounded "buzzing". Mosquitoes surrounded him.

The reservoir is inaccessible, and these mosquitoes finally caught a living person, and they didn't kill at all when they sucked blood! After a while, the skin that was exposed to the air became itchy. You don't need to look to know that it must have been caused by the kisses of countless "flight attendants". "It's not okay to go on like this!" Staring into the distance, Yang Xiaohai secretly scratched the back of his hand.

The big red bags bulged one by one. And the "infected" who were thrown off before are also approaching. "! Even the fingertips are biting! Yang Xiaohai couldn't help it. He crawled backwards. I'm going to go around to a little higher up the hill and see what is going on with these guys who are gathering and not leaving?

At the same time, he shook off the slow but resilient guys behind him.

The cat's waist sprinted for dozens of meters, and Yang Xiaohai stood up straight with the help of a slightly thick willow tree. Through the cover of dense silk, he circled in a large circle from a distance, and carefully hid to a place about 20 meters away from the "infected" group before stopping.

Sticking out a finger, dipped a little foam, and stood in the air for a moment. The feeling from his fingertips determined the direction of the wind, and Yang Xiaohai lay down again to adjust his position.

The group of "inpatients" was just below the hillside in front of them. Crossing the "infected" swarm is a small slope leading to the "shelter". It can be said that Yang Xiaohai was robbed by the "infected".

Closer, the roars of the monsters could be heard clearly. Judging from his experience, the brainless guys must have discovered something, otherwise they wouldn't be so restless. After thinking about it, Yang Xiaohai decided to go up and take a look. It is not easy to stalemate with the infected people, no matter what it is.

At a glance, no matter what he sees, he won't be nosy! Yang Xiaohai quietly climbed the willow tree. The probe looked down intently.

At a glance, the number of "infected people" is much lower than when viewed from a distance. Countless wrecks were scattered all over the place. Yang Xiaohai was shocked, could it be another fight between the "infected"? Carefully adjusting his posture, he poked his head out from the other side of the willow tree.

So, a beautiful red suddenly broke into my eyes! Yang Xiaohai was dizzy a few times, closed it vigorously and opened it again, and the "flame" that seemed to be beating came into view again. The "flame" is very smart, but it is also very powerful. As the "flames" pulsed, the ugly bodies of the "inved" fell to the ground.

Some are still moving; Others injure the cerebellum and are relieved. As the "infected" fell to the ground one after another, Yang Xiaohai's mouth opened wider and wider. He didn't expect that he would be a lively person surrounded by layers of infected people!

It has been a while since the "infected" group was discovered. But the beating "flame" was still alive and showed no signs of stagnancy. What I didn't expect was that the man barely made a move, and the surrounding "infected" broke into pieces.

Not only that, Yang Xiaohai also noticed that a cloud of cold light protected the "flame" very tightly. But Yang Xiaohai never saw what that cold light was. The "Flames" action is simple, but very useful. As long as he stood next to the intested, the cold light automatically chopped up the "infected".

In a flash, Yang Xiaohai, who was staring at the person, saw a miserable green face! Yang Xiaohai immediately "chuckled" in his heart, isn't he another monster? Yang Xiaohai's curiosity was aroused. The decision to leave at a glance was thrown out of the sky by him.

But seeing that the bright red clothes were windless and automatic, they wrapped people tightly up and down. Yang Xiaohai realized that the other party was likely to be a master of technical attack, and the ancient and mysterious stunt appeared in front of him, which even seduced Yang Xiaohai to straighten his neck.

Just as he was watching from the wall and giving the man a secret thumbs up, a black line suddenly rose on the horizon in the distance. A little closer, Yang Xiaohai saw clearly, it was actually hundreds of infected people who made up the scenery. As soon as this scene came out, Yang Xiaohai suddenly retreated.