Niuquanzi Town is still the same as before, the barbed wire untouched, which shows that there really aren't many survivors nearby. No one has come here to look for supplies; two excavators that Zhang Su had his eye on stand quietly at the town's entrance.
"In the end, it's just a handful of yellow earth, a pile of white bones..."
Zhao Dezhu saw the bodies of the group that attacked him originally, now highly decomposed after so many days, exposing ghastly white bones.
His arm wasn't fully healed yet, but he couldn't stand being idle, wanting to do some work, so he joined in to do whatever he could manage.
"Wow, Zhuzi, found yourself an educated father-in-law, your speaking skills have shot up!"
Zhang Su teased.
Zhao Dezhu waved his hand in front of his nose, smiling helplessly, "That's right, I have to improve. Hey, buddy, this stinks too much, give me a cigarette."
