Tang Xue's meal was very small, and she was satisfied with a small bowl of porridge, plus a bowl of tomato soup and a baked potato.

She wasn't used to eating too much, and she said that if she stuffed herself, she would feel a feeling of vomiting coming from her stomach.

Kyungwon said that he would wash the dishes later, and he poked off a small piece of sausage with his chopsticks, scooped up a bowl of soup-soaked dry rice, and put it at his feet.

This is fed to Xiaobai, Xiaobai has been dangling at his feet for a long time, it buries its head and eats very happily, its tail is shaking one after another, obviously Jingyuan cooks on weekdays, it is not so active.

Jing Yuan couldn't finish such a big table of dishes, he put the leftovers in the freshness layer of the refrigerator, and he didn't have to cook tomorrow, and when he boiled water, he could eat it directly by steaming by the way.

The generator was still on, the upper floor of the refrigerator was open, the lights were on, and he ripped off the plug of the refrigerator so as not to waste electricity.

He has always used the refrigerator as a cabinet, he didn't expect it to have any freezing and preservation functions, this weather, there is no need to power the refrigerator, the temperature is cold enough, if there is anything that is frozen for a long time, he is moved to the basement in the freezer with ice cubes.

He was very satisfied with this meal, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most satisfying meal he has eaten in this world.

Although it is said that as usual, there is no taste to eat, but tonight the lights are on in the house, the air conditioning is on, and the dishes on the table are not very rich, but they look like it.

The hall was neither dark nor cold, and there was someone to talk to him, and he even felt that it would be good to live like this in the future.

With his current combat effectiveness and physical strength, there is no need to worry about food, spring is coming, he can grow vegetables in the yard, as for the meat and protein he must have, he can always find a source, the southern suburbs are surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the big deal is to go hunting in the mountains.

In the southern suburbs on the edge of the city, the ecological environment is very friendly, if according to the "hive theory" inferred by Tang Xue, then in the mountains and forests farther away, in the area separated from another "hive", there should be a narrow safety zone, there will be some wild animals, fish, wild boars, backed by such a big mountain, is it not easy to feed two people?

Why risk your life to find those mutated creatures who don't know the details? I don't know what I can get in return, like the so-called "evolution material", God knows what will make him become.

The snake gall bladder taken before is okay, and he can probably know that it has something to do with snakes, but like that "small mold colony", he is really afraid that after he uses it, those molds will grow all over his body, making him a monster with skin moss, thinking of this possibility, he can't help but see the deformed eyes bulging out like a mutant like a goldfish, and his heart is very disgusting.

He remembered that the mutant weavers were like that, some of the feathers fell off, and the bare skin was entangled in black mycelium, although the rot was not high, but it still looked disgusting, and if it weren't for the torches all the finches scorched, he really didn't want to touch them with his hands.

After more than 90 days of research, he basically figured out that mutant creatures will take the initiative to attack him, so they will be identified as hostile monsters, and humans are fresh blood food for him, so they will be used as event rewards, and the information he gets is provided based on his identity as a "zombie".

So this "evolution" is very interesting, will it change in a more human-like direction according to his ideas, or will it become more like a monster from the perspective of a monster?

If you think with your heel, you can know which side has a higher probability.

He has always been a person who is content with the status quo, but he has lost his sense of taste, and he is not going to die, and there are some people who are born without a sense of taste, and don't they also survive well?

That kind of bloodthirsty desire, he can also suppress it, although he has to endure it all the time, it is very uncomfortable, but as long as he wants to control himself, he can still control it, hasn't he been so patient all along?

He thought about it carefully, what else was missing, and thought as he washed the dishes.

He wanted him to eat and live, and in addition to the lack of electricity and water, this big villa was much more comfortable to live in than his original rental house.

In terms of material conditions, in fact, it is not very scarce, on the contrary, as Tang Xue said, his life, in this dilapidated and gloomy world, is almost "Arabian Nights".

In terms of mental state, in the initial period, he had the experience of going crazy, but now that he has stabilized, even if he is alone, he will not be able to say that he can't help but want to commit suicide, let alone that he is now accompanied by Tang Xue, in the past few days, he does not feel lonely and lonely at all, and his mood is becoming more and more relaxed.

It doesn't seem wrong to just live like this

What more bikes? Isn't it possible to devour evolution everywhere and turn yourself into a kun?

He didn't have any lofty ideals, and he felt that he should be content with his current state of life.

It is impossible for the world to change back to its original state, listening to Tang Xue talk about the tragic situation of the survivors' gathering place, he felt a sadness in his heart, those disciples who worship the Death Religion, cut out their tongues, gouge out their eyes, cover their heads with paper bags, and without saying or looking, they knelt on the beach, listening to the sound of the waves and waiting for death.

It's not a sect at all, it's just a ritual to die.

What do those who seek death think of before they die?

What do they see and hear in the white foam that rises and falls with the waves?

Do you think of the days when your family, friends, and loved ones were still around? Will you recall the vibrant, colorful city in the midst of pain?

The world used to be so beautiful, Kyungwon felt that they gouged out their eyes, just to make the memories more complete, they cut out their tongues, just to keep themselves from crying, they knelt on the beach, just thinking that the sound of waves could wash away their scarred hearts.

Compared to those people, Kyungwon felt much luckier.

At least, he knows that this is not his world, his family, his friends, and his favorite anime authors and favorite writers are all alive and well in another world.

He's the only one who stayed up all night and died suddenly.,He's the only one who suffers such a misfortune.,He doesn't have to worry about his parents becoming that kind of cannibalistic monster.,The anime he didn't finish watching is still being serialized smoothly in another world.,Maybe he can't see the ending.,But there's always someone who can see the ending for him.。

Will he be able to accept it if it goes on like this?

After he finished washing the plate, he stood on the water drying rack resting on the metal, and glanced back at Tang Xue who was knitting a scarf.

He didn't hate Tang Xue, and even he felt that it was impossible for him to find a better human than Tang Xue who could communicate with him.

Regardless of whether Tang Xue pretended to be or not, at least, after knowing that she was a monster who might eat people, she was still willing to sleep in the same bed with him and hug him.

He didn't dare to think what would happen to him if he met other humans in the Gathering Area, who would want to embrace a monster infected with mold that claimed to still have human minds?

Even the AIDS patient begging for a hug on the street will be criticized, given blank eyes, and discriminated against, and it is easy to think of what kind of malice he will suffer, and he feels that he can no longer show his true identity to another person.

In fact, he didn't take the initiative to tell Tang Xue, it was Tang Xue who guessed it, and he confessed.

If Tang Xue hadn't pierced that layer of window paper, he probably wouldn't have dared to confess, just thinking of the screams and panicked shouts from other people's mouths, he had a feeling of suffocation.

He asked himself again, can he accept this kind of life?

Accept that you are a monster, accept that you will always have to endure this bloodthirsty desire that will not go away, and accept that you will never taste any food again.

Like, it's not so hard to accept, if you can just be so bland, live until the day you die, it seems, it's not bad, he thought.

(End of chapter)