"Bang, bang... bang, bang..." Before I even opened my eyes, I heard tapping in my ears. The sound came from outside the house, and there was no one on the kang.

After getting dressed and getting off the kang, she looked at the pot on the stove. There was only a little water in it. Then she looked at the toilet she had used last night. Zhuma's face immediately turned red and she quickly picked it up and opened the door.

There was a burst of white light that made it difficult to look straight at, and it took a few seconds to open the eyes. The snowstorm stopped, but the snowflakes were still falling, the sky and the earth were completely white, and the woods in the distance were also dyed white.

The entrance to the cabin is even more extreme. There is half a meter of snow, but someone has shoveled a gap in the middle. Two lines of footprints are deeply imprinted on the snow and winding to the left. There is a big tree stump there, and there is a tree.

A man wearing a coat was taking turns chopping firewood with an axe.

His whole body was steaming, and the snowflakes melted immediately when they fell, turning into water, which wetted his hair and shirt. Every time he raised the ax high and struck it down, he would exhale a long, thick and rich breath. This made

Zhuma couldn't help but think of the men in the village, who also chopped firewood in this way.

My mother once said that the easiest way to judge whether a man is strong is not to look at the size or just the muscles. The easiest way is to watch them chop wood.

The thicker, thicker, and farther the breath exhaled when chopping firewood is, the stronger the man is, not only in the flesh and bones, but also in good internal organs. If you want to marry, you must marry such a man, so that one day

Suddenly fell ill and died.

Zhuma has received special training to seduce men, but those are monks in the ascetic order and can only be regarded as sparring partners. Over time, they have never been regarded as men at all. There are very few men who have actually had close contact with zombies.

She was a ten-year-old girl when the disease broke out, and she had no time to think about such things.

But now she feels that Bigesbi is stronger than the men in the village, because he breathes out the most, like a locomotive, huffing and puffing all the way. Moreover, his movements of chopping firewood are also very beautiful, and the muscles on his back are not bulging.

, but there are shapes one by one, constantly changing with the rise and fall of the axe.

"Is that a tattoo?" After staring for a long time, Zhuma gradually withdrew her gaze from the man's muscle lines and looked at the whole thing.

He is tall and has a slender figure... Hey, how come there is a face on his back? Yes, it is a face. Through the top that is wet with sweat and snow, there is indeed a vague face.

's face was reflected.

"...You are a little pervert, standing in the snow and peeking at a man wearing underwear, you are not afraid of freezing the wound!" He was focusing desperately, trying to penetrate the fabric to see clearly what was painted on that face, and suddenly another picture

His face came into view, and he was still smiling evilly.

"Bah...not serious!" Zhuma blushed, especially when she realized that she was still holding the urinal. She quickly lowered her head and held on to the wall and limped to the other side of the wooden house.

.

"Don't go too far, get some clean snow and go back and boil the water!" Hong Tao looked at the little nun's twinkling eyes and suddenly remembered the painting on her leg last night and couldn't help laughing.

No matter at any time, even if the blood is almost gone, as long as there is still breath left, he is particularly happy to see others in embarrassment. It is really a joy from the bottom of his heart.

"Good morning Birges... cluck..." The little nun suddenly turned around and shouted as she was about to reach the corner of the room, then she hid behind the wall and let out a clear laugh.

"Huh...it's immoral to seduce the elderly!" Seeing the woman's childlike behavior and listening to her silver bell-like laughter, Hong Tao felt that his whole body was full of energy, especially the central area.

But he has never been able to overcome the hurdle in his heart, always fearing that one day his identity will be discovered, and whoever is closest to him will follow him to death, and at worst, he will be exiled to the end of the world, or at worst, his beauty will be lost.

Breakfast was relatively rich. Hong Tao opened a bag of individual soldier rations, which tasted like curry chicken. However, he didn't eat much. He just made a cup of coffee and continued to eat compressed biscuits and dried meat.

"This is sick food. If you can recover as soon as possible, I will be happier than if you eat big fish and meat every day. Eat more, don't skimp, we have a lot of food, it's best to eat everything you can't take away!"

Faced with Zhuma's doubts, Hong Tao explained the situation with facts and excuses, and then began to wash clothes. He washed the clothes Zhuma had changed out of and the two layers of clothes he wore, and hung a climbing rope to dry in the house.

"Let's set off when the snow stops. You can't be idle during this period. This is a crutch. Get used to it after eating. First, walk around the house fifty times. Remember, you can only use one leg. If it hurts,

Don't use force on your legs!" After breakfast, Hong Tao picked up two hiking poles and announced in a serious tone that the sick leave was over.

Although Zhuma was not used to the fact that the man who was kind and gentle last night suddenly became so strict, she did not object. She is not a delicate girl, and physical fitness and military training are compulsory courses every day. Although her leg is injured now, she can still use the

Walking with a crutch is no problem.

In addition, she could also understand the man's intentions. He was not deliberately torturing himself, but was doing adaptive training to let his body adapt to the cold climate and the feeling of trekking long distances in the snow as soon as possible.

The heavy snow fell for another day and a half, and finally stopped on the third night. During this period, the two of them not only ate as much as possible, did more outdoor hiking activities, but also made a small sled and two pairs of shoes out of tree branches and wires.

Snowboarding.

Hong Tao is also an expert on how to trek long distances in the snow. Moreover, he is also an expert on soil. He can achieve his goal without any help from modern technology and only relies on materials readily available in the mountains and forests.

This technology was of little use in the old world. Just buy some finished product and it would be a hundred times more useful than what he made. But now it is of no use. One more skill means one more life.

The injury on Zhuma's leg recovered well. Hong Tao checked it carefully the next night when changing the dressing. He found that there was no redness, swelling, fever, or gray lines. He should have passed the critical period.

"Poor Teacher Fang, did I hurt him?" When the two of them packed up and stood in front of the sunny cabin ready to set off, Zhuma mentioned Fang Wenlin again.

"He was already dead from the moment he ran away with you. I estimate that he would eventually be killed in the nun's plan, and only you and the two children could escape. In this way, there will be no evidence of death, you

Say what you say."

"With the entire hunting process and Camilla's identity as a cover, the rebels have to treat you with courtesy even if they have doubts. If I have the chance, I really want to meet your bishop and nun, they are both characters!

"

Hong Tao is also very sad about the death of Fang Wenlin. He was a good man, a pure good man. He used his meager efforts to raise two unrelated children in an environment where people were almost cannibalistic, and saved two lives.

This kind of care for human beings cannot be matched by most people. I have saved people, but it is based on taking advantage of it and making a profit, at least it must not infringe on my own interests.

.Compared with Fang Wenlin, he stands out. His nobility lies not in saving others, but in sacrificing himself.

Of course, I don't envy Fang Wenlin's qualities at all, let alone regret my choice. Since ancient times, good people have not lived long. I have sharpened my head and become a bad guy, and bad luck is always around me. As long as I show more kindness, I will die without a burial.

Land. Some people are born to be noble, while some people are not worthy of being noble and cannot be forced to do so.

But in order to express his respect for the noble man, Hong Tao dug up the pit and buried Fang Wenlin's body in it again. Then he spent a lot of effort to climb up the steep slope next to him, digging and prying, and finally came down.

Many stones were used to build a pile as tall as a person for Teacher Fang, and the words "good man" were carved on the stone slab.

Hong Tao had no other way to dispose of the bear's body, so he had to shovel the snow and bury it first. It would probably freeze solid if it snowed again, and it wouldn't attract other animals to bite him until spring.

Speaking of which, this new zombie virus that can cause animal mutations really cannot spread. Although it cannot stop the spread, it is a good thing to slow it down a little. It is better than nothing.

As for why this bear did not mutate when it was alive but had the ability to spread, and then mutated after being killed, it is not something Hong Tao can figure out. He is a Mongolian doctor at best, and he knows very little about the field of medical research.
Chapter completed!