I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1038 - 1035: The Breathing Paw

Chapter 1038: Chapter 1035: The Breathing Paw

In the deserted streets of Longyang City, a survivor led several Peace Party soldiers through complex alleys and then into a small bungalow.

"Brother Jiang Hong, it’s right inside, take a look."

As they entered the bungalow, the survivor turned on a powerful flashlight, illuminating the dark room. The lock at the entrance had been forcefully broken, and with the group’s entry, the long-accumulated dust scattered around.

The man called Brother Jiang Hong instinctively covered his nose and mouth with his collar to avoid inhaling the dust, and his eyes followed the flashlight’s beam further inside. He saw numerous snake-skin bags filled with unknown contents, covered in thick dust due to the lengthy abandonment, obscuring any writing on the surface of the bags.

"What’s inside these?"

Brother Jiang Hong asked the survivor, puzzled.

"It’s flour."

"Flour, good stuff," Brother Jiang Hong’s eyes lit up. He gestured to the soldiers behind him and then took out a knife, randomly picking a bag to cut open its seal.

Dust fell off as the seal was torn, revealing the contents. As the survivor had said, it was flour, but it had been stored for so long that it had turned into clumps stuck together, the originally white flour now covered in dark green mold spots.

The flour was no longer edible, but even so, Brother Jiang Hong’s soldiers were still excited. Although they could not consume the flour, processing it in a decomposition machine could produce a large quantity of nutritional supplements.

At a conservative estimate, one bag of flour could be synthesized into twenty-five nutritional supplements. A supplement could sell for 0.2 Yajin, so a bag of flour was worth five Yajin. With so much flour here, even though all of it was moldy, it would still amount to six or seven hundred Yajin!

In the United District, two Yajin could support an ordinary person for a month, fifty Yajin was considered a fortune, and nearly seven hundred Yajin could keep them, this group, happily living for several years.

The soldiers’ faces instantly broke into excited grins. Because the Peace Party had established peace with the zombies—preventing them from attacking people—the United District did not tax the survivors’ scavenged materials, giving people even more incentive to venture out.

When Peace Party soldiers had some spare time, they too would go out looking for resources. If luck was on their side and they stumbled upon some incredible finds, it could mean overnight riches.

"Brother Jiang Hong, we’ve struck it rich!"

"Heh, isn’t that obvious," Brother Jiang Hong’s face wore a proud smile. As the saying goes, people are in high spirits at happy events. Quickly, he remembered there was one more person who needed to be dealt with and looked toward the survivor, his smile fading.

"Er-hem, you’ve done well. Here, this is for you. Come on, guys, take out the Yajin you have on you."

"Alright!"

In their eyes, each bag of flour was like a shiny Yajin coin. With so much wealth, each person could share over a hundred coins. Such an amount had made them indifferent to smaller sums of money.

As they spoke, the soldiers took out all the Yajin they were carrying, totaling more than thirty, and gave it all to the survivor.

The person was briefly stunned by the amount of Yajin, but soon joyously accepted it.

"Thank you, Brother Jiang Hong, thank you!" the survivor gratefully sobbed, unaware of the true worth of so much flour in Yajin.

"Alright, hurry back now. Remember if you find anything good in the future, tell us, alright?"

"Sure, sure, Brother Jiang Hong, I’ll definitely let you know if I see something good."

"Good, good. As long as we brothers have meat, you’ll surely have broth, ha. We won’t shortchange you."

"Alright."

Brother Jiang Hong waved his hand, happily sending the person off.

"Go bring our truck over."

After the person left, Brother Jiang Hong spoke to the other soldiers. A voice responded, followed by the sound of running. Shortly after, a pickup truck drove over.

"Get to work!"

Brother Jiang Hong tore open a pack of transparent-wrapped speedy food, grabbed a few bites with his hand, then lit a cigarette and took a drag before commanding.

The other five soldiers were filled with urgency, slinging their weapons over their backs and hefting bags of flour onto the truck.

"Move it, don’t dawdle."

One soldier shouted to his companion, who gave him a glance and casually responded, "Got it."

After unloading his bag of flour, he walked into the small flat-topped house. As more flour was moved onto the truck, more space cleared up inside the house, and they needed to go deeper into the building to move the flour. Finding the closest spot to him, the soldier secured his gun, bent down, and was about to lift a bag.

But just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something flashing past, his heart tightened, and he straightened up with a start.

"What the hell was that?"

"What’s up?"

His sudden odd behavior immediately drew the attention of the other soldiers.

"I think I just saw something weird flash by."

"You saw it wrong, right?"

"There are no zombies here. You must have seen it wrong."

"Maybe?"

The soldier muttered uncertainly, but he still felt uneasy. He turned his flashlight toward the place where the unknown thing had flashed past, only to see a hole leading into darkness, clueless about what was inside.

"Hey, you guys come take a look."

Upon discovering the hole, he quickly called over the others. Brother Jiang Hong, hearing the commotion from outside the flat-topped house, placed the food on the table and entered the kitchen as well.

"Are you sure you saw something just now?" Brother Jiang Hong asked the soldier.

"Yeah, I’m not sure what it was?"

"Alright, it might be dangerous. Just in case there really is something, get ready for battle."

Brother Jiang Hong wasn’t taking any chances. He immediately picked up his weapon and unlocked the compact pack he was carrying, and the exoskeleton combat armor clicked and clacked as it covered his entire body.

The rest prepared for combat, following Brother Jiang Hong toward the hole.

"What’s inside?"

The beam of the flashlight shone into it. There was no flour inside; however, Brother Jiang Hong spied what seemed to be something hanging in there.

As they got closer, they saw it clearly—it was a huge meatball hanging from the ceiling!

Its bright red surface was covered with purplish veins, contracting and expanding as if breathing!

"What the hell is this thing, it’s freakin’ revolting."

Brother Jiang Hong couldn’t help commenting; the meatball looked sticky, much like vomit expelled from a person.