Since the kitchen was occupied by so many zombies, all the materials there had been contaminated and could no longer be used. Vincent and others found some dry batteries and vacuum-packed food in the convenience store, and then hurriedly left the service area.

Fortunately, they brought a whole truckload of daily necessities with them when they came out this time. Even if they couldn't replenish them in a short time, they didn't need to worry too much.

The convoy continued to set off, heading north, and the mountains and jungles gradually began to increase. Many times, the convoy had to pass through the woods. The roads in many places were no longer visible, and the original roads were covered with weeds, small trees and moss.

Fortunately, the vehicles they drive are all military off-road vehicles with excellent performance. Even civilian off-road vehicles may not be able to get through these places.

The sky was gradually getting dark, and everyone was eager to find a safe place to camp. However, looking at the deep and dark jungle around them, and the looming zombies deep in the jungle, everyone had no choice but to turn on the car lights and continue moving forward.

After the convoy continued to drive hard for more than an hour in the increasingly dark jungle, two groups of fires suddenly came from the depths to attract everyone's attention. Vincent picked up the infrared telescope and took a look, and found that it was a large-scale room.

It is a fairly large wooden house. The light is projected from the windows of the wooden house. The wooden house is simply built from tree trunks. Such houses are very common in the northern forests. They are used by local hunters or mountain guards to temporarily stay overnight when they go into the mountains.

's residence.

The house is very crudely built, so it is not beautiful or sturdy, but it is enough to keep warm and prevent rain. The roof is covered with thick thatch, and it is not a bad thing to live in such an environment in a dense forest.

A very romantic feeling.

The convoy trudged through the rocky path and drove for about ten minutes before arriving at the wooden house. From a distance, the strong aroma of meat could be smelled from the house. It must be that the owner of the house was cooking some animal.

The aroma of the meat.

Since there was fire and the smell of meat inside, there must be people living there. Everyone opened the door and got out of the car. Although the weapons were still hanging on their bodies, there was no high-level warning to prevent the owner of the house.

Misunderstand.

He Yutian walked straight to the door, knocked on the wooden door softly twice, and shouted loudly: "Excuse me, is there anyone in the house? We are passers-by from a distant place. Because it is dark, we want to stay here for the night."

There was no movement in the house. He Yutian was unwilling to accept it and knocked on the door again. When he knocked for the third time, the wooden door suddenly opened with a creak. A man in his 50s stood inside the door and looked at him coldly.

, shocked He Yutian.

I saw that this man was unkempt, his face was covered with black ash, and his messy hair was draped casually on his face. It looked like it had not been taken care of for at least a few years. His clothes were in tatters and could not even be counted.

To make clothes, it is more appropriate to use strips of cloth to describe it. This man had not showered for an unknown amount of time, and his body exuded a strong sour smell.

However, everyone crawled out from the pile of dead people. Even Mu Juan, Ma Chengyan, Lao Pan and others, who had no fighting ability at all, had dealt with zombies countless times. Therefore, when everyone saw the old man's appearance, they did not show any signs of it.

No expression of disgust or disgust at all.

The old man looked everyone up and down, and perhaps found that everyone's eyes did not change at all when they saw him. This reaction made him feel unusually comfortable. He opened his mouth, and a sharp and hoarse voice came from his mouth.

Come out: "Oh, guests from far away? I haven't had guests in this small house for several years. Since you don't mind, then you can come in and sit for a while. It's a bit small inside and may be a little crowded. I hope you don't

mind."

No matter how hard life is, everyone has experienced it, so naturally they won't care about the crowding. On the contrary, apart from the sour smell in the house, having a safe and warm place to spend the night is already a big deal for them.

It was a rare treat. After all, when they killed the zombies, the unique putrid smell on the zombies was much worse than it is now. And if they couldn't find a place to spend the night, they would have to squeeze into an even smaller place.

Spending the night in a car is even more unacceptable.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time. The old man seemed extremely enthusiastic and kept talking. He was all introducing the local customs and the origins of the decorations in his house. The house was divided into three rooms, and in the middle was

The living room, where everyone is staying now

There is a big pot hanging in the center of the room, and the firewood underneath is burning there. Although the heat coming out makes the room extremely hot, it also drives away the mosquitoes and makes the jungle in this summer so hot.

It looks even more lovely at night.

One side of the house is a storage room. No one can stay in the storage room in the jungle at night, because all kinds of mosquitoes, flies and rodents will fill the entire storage room at night. Staying there is simply a matter of yourself.

I can't get through. The other room is the old man's bedroom. Everyone just comes in to stay overnight, so naturally I feel embarrassed to occupy the other person's bedroom.

So everyone sat around the big pot in the living room. Fortunately, the living room was not small, and it was not crowded with more than 10 people sitting there. From time to time, dark meat slices were tumbling in the pot, and I didn’t know where it was.

The meat of some animal, although it occasionally emits a strong meaty aroma after being cooked, makes people feel no appetite at all.

The old man turned around and entered the storage room. Not long after, he came out with a small bamboo basket, which contained meat slices that were as dark as the pot. He said enthusiastically to everyone: "This is the bacon I made myself. The smell is

Although it’s a bit heavy, it definitely tastes good, please give it a try.”

That piece of meat looked like some kind of dried rotten meat. Except for Dashan, who loved eating, who paid for a few pieces with great interest and praised the meat as being really good, no one had the urge to give it a try.

, after declining the old man's kindness, everyone took out the dry food they had prepared and started eating dinner.

However, Dashan seemed to be very interested in this kind of bacon. After eating a few pieces, he became addicted. He took a few pieces from the bamboo basket in the old man's hand, put them on the fire with branches and grilled them. In return,

Dashan took out a bottle of liquor that he always carried and drank with the old man. The old man looked like he was an alcoholic. He had not tasted alcohol for a long time, so he was full of gratitude for Dashan's behavior. The two of them went back and forth.
Chapter completed!