"Brother, I'm not afraid of death. How about we move out and live separately? You have a strong resistance and good health. Maybe nothing will happen to you!" Jiao San couldn't help but speak first. If Hong Tao died with a snap or mutated directly, it would be easier to handle. But watching the mutation happen and then having to kill him personally was even more torturous.

"Enough, shut up! If you're not afraid of death, I won't live with you either. You don't even know your own worth! Whether you mutate or not, from now on, you all have to do this. If anyone gets injured by a zombie, don't say a word, just tie them up and observe for a few days. This has nothing to do with emotions. Zombies have no memories, they are not the same people anymore. It's too sentimental to talk about emotions with walking corpses! Oh, when you attack later, aim for the back of the head, don't hit my face, and don't shoot arrows at the face either!"

Hong Tao didn't want to talk now. He wasn't afraid of death, and he had even committed suicide in a previous life. After becoming a zombie, he shouldn't feel pain anymore. But when he thought about the possibility of continuing to travel through time, he had to consider his face.

He wasn't particularly attractive to begin with. If he got more injuries and scars, it would affect the quality of his future life. Especially Jiao San, this guy always lacked something in his head. Who knows if anyone would be willing to attack him. If he shot an arrow at himself, he must remind him properly.

When they left, they were full of ambition, like going on an adventure. But when they returned, they were speechless the whole way. This might be the first time they watched acquaintances get infected by zombies and had to kill them with their own hands. It was inevitable to feel a sense of sadness and depression in the carriage.

"Unload the car, I won't go in. If I haven't mutated by tonight, send someone to bring some food out." Fortunately, the journey wasn't far. When the car stopped at the entrance of the small courtyard, Hong Tao spoke again.

"Let them come out and move things. I'll chat with Hong Brother..." Jiao San didn't move and took out a cigarette, handing one to Hong Tao.

"Hong Brother, do you feel anything? Let me take a look, what if it's caused by something else?" After Sun Jianshe and Liu Quanyou carried the boxes into the courtyard, Jiao San slipped to the back door and pointed at Hong Tao's back.

"I estimate that the wound is not small. It was scratched by the zombie that jumped down from upstairs. Ah, we didn't have enough experience this time. We forgot to look at the sun, forgot to check our tools, forgot to wear protective gear. If we had noticed any of these things, it wouldn't have turned out like this."

Hong Tao knew where the injury came from, but he still turned his back to the car window. While Jiao San lifted his shirt to examine the wound, he summarized his experience and lessons. Although it was a hindsight, it wasn't completely useless. Even if he couldn't use it himself, they could still learn from it.

"...It really looks like it was scratched by nails. The wounds are not small at all! It's all my fault. Why did I want a gun? Even that small cannon wouldn't be of much use. It can't even kill a dog with one shot!"

Jiao San looked up, down, left, and right at the sun for a long time, but couldn't find any reason other than a scratch. Whoever sees this kind of wound would know it was caused by scratching. Not only were there wounds, but there were also two other marks on his clothes, they just didn't break the skin. Together, they were exactly the size of four fingers.

"Alright, stop pretending. Say something useful. Observe my changes carefully and record them. It might be useful in the future. Is the wound still bleeding? Besides itching, I don't feel much pain!" Instead of analyzing whose fault it was, it was better to do something useful, like carefully studying the wound and observing how people mutate after being infected. In order for Jiao San to see clearly, Hong Tao jumped off the back seat and crouched under the sun.

"It's not clear, the blood has coagulated. Let me rinse it with water..." Jiao San was about to pour the mineral water onto Hong Tao's back, but he quickly reminded him, "Put on gloves!" Who was afraid of infection? How could he let a reserve zombie worry so much!

"Hong Brother, Hong Brother... Grandpa Hong, Grandpa Hong..." Before Jiao San could put on the rubber gloves, a man and a child rushed out of the courtyard. Chu Qiu and Zhang Ke also heard the news.

"Stop, don't cross the middle of the road, and stop crying. As the ancients said, if you often walk by the river, how can your shoes not get wet? Today, my shoes got wet. If you two care about me, go and bring out the recliner. Eating dumplings is better than being comfortable, lying down is better than anything else. Let me be comfortable for a while."

After finally persuading Sun Jianshe and Liu Quanyou to stop arguing with him, another woman and child started crying. He simply didn't let them cross the road and told them to speak face to face if they had something to say. If they had nothing to say, they could do whatever they wanted.

"Don't leave, what will I do if you leave..." Zhang Ke immediately turned around to move the recliner, but Chu Qiu didn't move and continued crying.

"I told you last night, now no one can rely on anyone. The most reliable person is yourself. You've seen how I dealt with electricity, how I found food and drink, and how I killed zombies the most. You've learned the most and for the longest time. You should have gained something, right? Practice more, and soon you won't have to rely on anyone. Besides, Jiao Qiao is here too. He's not too stupid... Right, you're not stupid, right?"

Just as Hong Tao was halfway through speaking, he felt like he was bragging. Jiao San could only say he wasn't dumb, but he couldn't be considered not stupid. If he didn't have a good father, this guy wouldn't even graduate from high school. He was both dumb and lazy and didn't like to study."Sister-in-law, don't rush to cry, he hasn't changed yet! You were a nurse, come and help check the wound on his back, my eyes are getting blurry!" Even the toughest person would feel a pang of sorrow at such a scene of life and death, especially the older ones.

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Jiao San felt a sting in his eyes, but he didn't want to shed tears in front of others. He simply handed over the task of cleaning the wound to Chu Qiu and leaned on the railing, looking at the rippling water to calm his emotions.

"Does it hurt..." Chu Qiu finally stopped crying when she had something to do. However, she didn't use mineral water to clean the wound. Instead, she went back to get the first aid kit and used tweezers to hold the alcohol cotton and wipe it bit by bit.

"It hurts a little, but it's mostly itchy..." Hong Tao curled up and lay on the lounge chair, carefully feeling the changes in his wound and body. To be honest, he didn't feel much even after almost an hour.

"...The edge of the wound is a bit gray, the color is a bit like Early Summer's skin." Chu Qiu's voice was very small, and it was clear that she didn't hold much hope. She had seen her sister at the beginning of the mutation, her skin was this color, and the current zombies were already purple.

"That's not right, look at the zombies we found in Building 52 and 56 who were bitten and then mutated. They definitely didn't have an incubation period of an hour. Even if they couldn't fight, they could shout and run, or at least struggle, but there were no obvious signs of a fight at the scene, right?"

Hong Tao was not very desperate. He wanted to learn more about the secrets of the zombies with a research mentality. How to put it, besides his personality and curiosity, he thought that if he ever traveled to the end of the world again, this would be first-hand information.

"...They were all bitten, you were scratched, maybe the poison in the nails is lighter!" Chu Qiu's eyes lit up, as if she had some hope again.

"Yeah, that's right... Go to the room where you keep the flowers and get my fishing gear. I'm idle anyway, I'll fish to pass the time! San, unlock my handcuffs and chain my ankle to the railing."

Hong Tao was not so optimistic, this thing was definitely not a toxin. So many people around the world were infected, which showed that the human immune system basically didn't work against it. Once infected, it was over.

As for why there were survivors, he couldn't explain it. Maybe some people had some kind of antibody, or they accidentally killed the virus or bacteria during the incubation period through something. Like having a fever or a cold, or smoking and drinking. It is said that the stronger the virus, the more fragile it is, and it is easy to kill.

In fact, it is very troublesome to completely exterminate a species. Even in the heyday of mankind, it took months and years of effort to make some animals and plants extinct, and most of them were relatively delicate. Like ants, cockroaches, and rats, thousands of years of extermination have not yielded any results.

Human adaptability is also strong, in some aspects even stronger than cockroaches and rats. So it's unrealistic to expect everyone to mutate in a few days, there will always be some who slip through the net, like the people in this small courtyard.

But if they can't adapt to the changes and resume production in a short time, maybe in a few years, when all the resources they have now are exhausted, they will gradually go extinct.