The Beginning of the Collapse of the Mutual Aid Society

While sitting in the car, Ren Anhua rubbed her legs to relieve the tingling sensation, so as not to cause any trouble when the fight started later.

She was in a good mood now that she was finally wearing shoes, and she would stomp on them from time to time to feel the stable and solid wrapping feeling.

Although she would feel that tingling sensation every time she moved her legs, she was still enjoying it, because strictly speaking, this was not an uncomfortable experience, but actually quite comfortable.

She guessed that she would not have any trouble even if she started fighting immediately at this stage.

In fact, Ren Anhua was overly concerned this time.

Unless it was a completely safe environment, there would be no movement.

If she went to the camp to kill people directly, she could even escape a ticket.

Of course, she had also roughly figured out these rules herself, but she just didn’t dare to take the risk.

Moreover, whether she wanted to escape a ticket or not was still a question.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, the moonlight was a bit dim, but she could still see some things clearly.

Broken shop doors, ruins, and some zombies hanging in strange shapes.

The reason why they were strange was because their postures were really funny, but such postures appearing on these dead zombies, or in other words, on human corpses, really had a strong sense of profanity.

The closer she got to the industrial zone, the more such scenes there were, which in a sense also reflected the living habits of these impostors.

What a bad taste.

Ren Anhua frowned.

She felt that the person was getting closer and closer to the one she had imagined.

Zombie entertainment, flesh trailer, third-rate destruction worship, she was almost sure it was that person.

The reason why she used “that person” here was not to be mysterious, but because although Ren Anhua remembered this person, she didn’t remember his name.

After all, these inferior guys were worthless to her.

It’s better to call him Er Gou.

This Er Gou was also a fire-type ability user, who could shoot a beam of fire from his hand.

If there was anything special about him, it was that he impersonated Ren Anhua.

In short, he only did it once, and then he ran away instantly.

Perhaps he only realized that doing so would kill people after he had finished having fun.

I have to say that this Er Gou ran quite fast, and Ren Anhua couldn’t catch him, but she was too lazy to care.

Anyway, if she saw him in the future, she would just kill him.

Why care so much? Just like this time, what was meant to be would be.

This was called fate.

After confirming some things in her heart, Ren Anhua turned her attention back to her slender legs.

There were only Ren Anhua, Shi Mu and Liu Weimin in the pickup truck.

Ren Anhua was playing with her legs out of boredom, Shi Mu was a silent person, and Liu Weimin had a serious expression on his face as he prepared for the battle.

Since they got on the car, no one had said a word, and the atmosphere was extremely dull.

However, these three people were not the type to care about such things, so it could be considered harmonious.

At least they would not feel uncomfortable, and they were glad that there was no one else in their car.

The two cars drove silently and quietly on the county’s roads, and the headlights were not on.

Although zombies were weak to light, a strong light at night was still conspicuous to them.

If they were directly illuminated, it would still cause them to gather towards the light source.

So if you were not confident enough in your car’s collision ability, it was best not to turn on the lights at night.

Of course, the car lights at night were not the only thing to pay attention to.

People who often drove at night would often modify a kind of ultra-weak light.

This kind of light was just enough to see the road conditions, but it would not trigger the zombies’ light sense, which would only be slightly enhanced at night due to the contrast.

Of course, Chen Shu’s team would not have this kind of car light.

They would not go out at night at all.

A team with only Shen Dinghui as an ability user would be courting death if they went out at night.

Liu Weimin was out of the question.

He needed to stay in the clinic often.

Not to mention at night, he had not even been out a few times during the day.

I heard that this time Liu Weimin directly released all the patients, causing a lot of commotion.

I don’t know how he solved it.

In short, Liu Weimin and Chen Shu could only rely on their naked eyes to see the road.

But this was not too difficult for them.

The improvement of their physical fitness after the evolution of their ability was very comprehensive, and there was moonlight tonight, although the brightness was really not very good.

It was in this not-so-good moonlight that Qian Shen was trying to find something.

She was not like Liu Weimin, who was an ability user.

She was middle-aged, or rather, almost half-old.

In short, her eyesight could be described as terrible.

She had been fumbling and searching for a long time in this small area of the Children’s Palace building.

Finally, her hard work paid off.

She finally found what she wanted: the bag that Ren Anhua had thrown away.

She had secretly peeked.

That pink hair and the stinky monk only went up to discuss something with Chen Shu after everyone had left.

There must be some unknown transaction in it.

In the end, Chen Shu seemed to have said something, and Ren Anhua gave up the things in the bag.

Although Qian Shen didn’t know what was in it, she was sure that it must be good stuff.

In order to hide from others, she deliberately waited until night, until there was no one around, before she came to find it.

Qian Shen was now very angry with Chen Shu.

Because of his decision, the Mutual Aid Society no longer existed, and everyone was packing up and running away, afraid of being retaliated against by the people of the camp.

She was the same.

In the future, she would not have a stable life.

She would have to snatch resources like everyone else, and she might even have to sleep in a forest with some insects.

Her life in the future would definitely be even harder.

In short, these were all things that Chen Shu owed her.

If it weren’t for Chen Shu, how could she have lived such a life of displacement?

She greedily took out a piece of corpse-attracting paste, opened it and looked at it, but didn’t understand what it was.

Although Chen Shu had told them about the corpse-attracting paste, he had been persuaded to give it up halfway, so he naturally didn’t have the chance to show it.

She touched it and found that it seemed to be a kind of paste.

Was it edible?

She took a bite, and an indescribably disgusting taste filled her mouth, giving her the illusion that this taste would stay with her for the rest of her life.

“Pfft! Ugh!”

She dry heaved a few times, but she didn’t actually vomit in the end.

Food was very precious in the apocalypse.

Qian Shen finally forced down the surging feeling, but the taste in her mouth still remained, making her very uncomfortable.

“What a piece of junk!”

She vented her anger by rubbing the paste on the ground fiercely.

In a short while, she had used up a whole piece of paste.

She seemed to feel a kind of pleasure, as if she had destroyed the expensive lipstick of those beautiful little things.

In this way, magically, she learned how to use the corpse-attracting paste without being taught.

The paste spread over a large area had already begun to emit a powerful medicinal effect.

When the zombies gathered, this effect would disappear due to excessive thinning and high-efficiency evaporation, which was one of the reasons why it had to be sealed and stored.

And when the zombies lost the attraction of the corpse-attracting paste, there was only one thing left that would attract them: humans.

Qian Shen angrily “destroyed” several pieces of corpse-attracting paste, and finally left resentfully.

She was so angry that she stomped her feet after all her efforts had resulted in such a piece of junk.

Ren Anhua still didn’t know that the garbage she had thrown away had eventually caused a catastrophe in the Mutual Aid Society.

This story tells us the importance of garbage sorting.

Don’t learn from this uncultured former bandit leader.

According to Chen Shu, the camp… Ren Anhua no longer allowed them to call it that.

The stronghold of that fake group was only allowed to be called a doghouse, the boss was called Er Gou, and the rest were dog legs.

Chen Shu didn’t know what grudge this pink hair had with dogs.

In short, they had more than one doghouse.

They were divided into three areas to facilitate the expansion of the resource collection range.

The boss, Er Gou, was in the main doghouse in the middle, and the other two had established strongholds a few streets to the left and right.

As the saying goes, clear the small monsters before fighting the boss.

Although the plan was just to go all out, Chen Shu still gave some strategies.

That was to break through the two branch groups first, kill them at the fastest speed, and not give them a chance to report, and finally deal with that Er Gou.

Although Ren Anhua’s opinion was to crush them one by one, three points in a line, and choose the shortest path, she was not the one driving, and besides, it didn’t matter if she compromised a little on such a small matter.

So they came to the first destination, which was called the Third District by the people in the “camp”.

“Where are the people?”

Before anyone else could ask, Chen Shu himself showed a look of questioning life.

Although Er Gou was an impostor, of course he wouldn’t go so far as to not even care about the corpses of his subordinates.

The man in the suit had already slaughtered this place, leaving a lot of corpses.

As long as the brainstem was intact, people would turn into zombies.

Even if he didn’t think about his subordinates, he had to think about his own safety, so Er Gou still came once, and asked people to gather the corpses and the zombie-fied little things, and then burned them all with gasoline.

As a fire-type ability user, he still had to bother others with gasoline to burn some ashes, which was enough to show that his B-grade was several grades lower than Ren Anhua’s.

Compared to Chen Shu’s thinking about life, Ren Anhua had some different opinions, because she smelled a very familiar smell.

The lingering smell of thick blood, this was different from the ordinary thin smell of blood.

As the number of deaths increased, the smell of blood would become more and more layered, so that a single lingering smell could make people feel a sense of weight.

Ren Anhua could swear on this point as the true leader of the survivor camp.

This place had experienced an extremely tragic massacre, with no one surviving and everyone dying.

Not only that, but there was also a more familiar smell, the smell of human flesh and blood being burned and incinerated.

Ren Anhua was even more familiar with this smell.

Obviously, not only did everyone die, but someone had also come to deal with it.

Ren Anhua turned on her handheld simple flashlight and checked the surroundings.

She instantly found large patches of blood on the ground, and the most blood was inside the factory building.

Interestingly, there were many steel pipes in this factory building, which were obviously man-made.

She didn’t know what they were doing with these steel pipes.

However, Ren Anhua soon discovered the purpose of these steel pipes, because she saw a large wave of zombies tied to the steel pipes.

“Dartboard? That’s really creative.”

Ren Anhua said sarcastically.

Even if they were zombies, Ren Anhua felt that these people were too low.

Although zombies were no longer human, they were still people in the past.

Playing like this was basically desecrating corpses.

She had never realized before that there was such a talent in her camp.

If Ren Anhua had discovered this trend, she wondered who would be hanging up there as a dartboard.

“They’re all dead, don’t be stunned there.”

Ren Anhua walked out and directly told Chen Shu and the others the conclusion.

“Dead?
How did they die?”

Chen Shu was clearly skeptical of this conclusion.

“How would I know how they died?
Maybe someone flew down from the sky and killed them all.
Who knows?”

Ren Anhua shrugged.

“Why think so much?
I just want to know if there are any of these fakes left.
Let’s go to the next stronghold.”

It was a good thing that the people in the fake stronghold were all dead.

Ren Anhua didn’t bother to clear their names.

She just wanted to find these dogs to try out the first offensive ability she had developed: aberrant healing.