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Chapter 1128 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (9)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (Part 9)

After walking for about an hour, Song Ning slowly walked out of the residential area.

It was the hottest time of the day, and the ground was steaming with heat waves. Fortunately, he was different today. Having brought a pot of water, Song Ning felt fearless.

After leaving that neighborhood, there were obviously more buildings and less vegetation outside.

Unfortunately, most of these buildings had been reduced to ruins. He even carefully observed each building and searched for almost half an hour before finally discovering a building that should have been a breakfast shop.

The shop's signboard is unusual because it's made from a single piece of wood, giving it a vintage feel. Song Ning guessed that this signboard must have been quite old before the apocalypse.

The signboard fell in a very subtle position, creating a triangular doorway at the entrance. Song Ning peeked through the doorway and noticed that the inside had been searched as well.

"They can't possibly take everything with them, can they?"

Song Ning thought of throwing pebbles in to test the way, but after waiting for ten minutes without any movement, she gripped the knife tightly and crawled inside.

The shop was better preserved than he had imagined; even after more than a decade, it was impossible to tell whether food had ever been there. But he soon found other good things inside.

"This must be the same model as the pot we have at home, right?"

Song Ning held the iron pot in her hand and examined it with surprise. The iron pot had been sitting for a long time and had some rust on it, but not much.

It's easy to see that it was used and cherished by its owner in the past, which is why it's still in such good condition.

Besides the pot, he also found a large iron basin, seven ceramic bowls, and a large long spoon, which were obviously kitchen utensils.

Song Ning searched again, but unfortunately, it was estimated that other people had been here before. Apart from these inconvenient items to take, the rest of the place had been thoroughly looted. This pot and the other items were probably left because they couldn't take them with them.

However, the counter in the store is made of wood, and there is also a wooden shelf.

These two pieces had become rotten after more than ten years, but he easily dismantled them by tapping them with a long ladle like a hammer. Song Ning, beaming with joy, carried the pieces of wood to the door, planning to take them away in batches later.

He searched the place, and as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed something dark in the corner next to what should have been a stove. Song Ning squinted and leaned closer, only to discover that it was actually a door.

What kind of room is this?

Song Ning tentatively pulled the door open, releasing a musty smell that had been there for a long time. But Song Ning looked at the contents inside with surprise and delight.

There's a small cart here for pulling things, and a big bucket on it!

"Good stuff!"

He couldn't wait to go closer and take a look. He guessed that the big bucket was originally used by the store to store kitchen waste, but it was empty and very clean, with only a layer of dust and animal and insect droppings inside.

Song Ning tried it, and it still worked.

He took the bucket down and then tried the small cart underneath.

The trolley was probably used for hauling goods, and its quality was surprisingly good. Apart from the wheels being a bit rusty and not very easy to use, it had almost no problems.

Song Ning was overjoyed; this little cart was more useful than anything else!

After much effort, he finally managed to move the cart and bucket outside the door.

"call!"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Song Ning smiled and took two big gulps of water before continuing to work.

He placed the large bucket upright on the cart, and filled it with the wood he had just piled up at the door. Some of the wood that was too big to fit was placed at the bottom, making the cart look completely full.

Worried that the large bucket would fall, he took out the rope he had brought with him and secured the bucket to the cart, then tried pulling the cart.

At first, the wheels were a bit stiff, but after walking for a while, the wheels of the cart became smooth, and even pushing this bucket of firewood didn't take Song Ning much effort.

"That's perfect. We can take those three piles of firewood back with us later."

Song Ning felt a surge of joy as she thought about it, and her mood improved.

It took about an hour to get out, but it took almost three hours to get back.

Loading all the firewood onto the truck was quite a challenge for Song Ning, but in the end, he managed to bring all the collected wood back thanks to the cart and rope.

By the time Song Ning could smell the faint aroma of mutton fat in the air, she was already exhausted.

Although the cart reduced most of his weight, Song Ning was already so thin from hunger that he looked like a bamboo pole. Pushing all these things back home, the few fried eggs he had eaten that morning were completely gone.

“Huh, huh, huh.”

Finally, after pushing the cart to its destination, Song Ning used the last of her strength to crawl into the shade by the tin shed and plop down. She hurriedly took out her water bottle, shivering as she drank a few mouthfuls.

"Ha, ha, he's alive again."

Although he was tired, Song Ning couldn't hide his happiness. There wasn't much firewood, but what made him happy was the little cart. With this, he should be able to stock up on a lot of supplies before winter really arrived.

At least we won't be freezing anymore.

Song Ning was leaning against the doorway, lost in thought, when she heard something approaching.

He immediately took out a utility knife from his pocket and leaned out to look. It turned out that the big cat, which had run out without a sound that morning, had returned.

Not only that, but just like yesterday, the big cat had a prey in its mouth.

It was so big that Song Ning didn't even recognize it at first glance.

"Why did you bring back prey again?"

Song Ning was puzzled. If the big cat wanted to eat it, it should have eaten it outside, right?

Humans only bother with him when they have prey, the black panther thought to himself, and then he spat forward.

Song Ning looked down and it took him a while to barely recognize that it was also a sheep. But this kind of sheep shouldn't be in their area, right?

"Forget it, it's already apocalypse, just surviving is already a feat, why bother with all that?"

Song Ning muttered to herself, then felt several pats on her lower back.

"what happened?"

Unable to resist reaching out to pet the large, smooth-fured cat, Song Ning felt great and lay back down to continue resting.

The human looked strange. The black panther pressed its paw pads against Song Ning's thigh, then stretched its neck over and sniffed.

The salty taste of sweat means humans are tired?

Having determined the outcome, the black panther picked up its prey from the ground again and placed it in front of Song Ning.

Song Ning seemed to understand, and he waved his hand helplessly.

"No, I'm too tired right now. I need to rest before I have the energy to make myself something to eat."

He explained, but unfortunately the big cat obviously couldn't understand.

Seeing that the human didn't move, the black panther, filled with confusion and a bit of anxiety, slapped its tail several times. Just as Song Ning was about to stand up and deal with the prey, he saw the big cat suddenly approach the prey. Its sharp fangs quickly tore open the sheep's belly, and it tried to stuff a piece of the freshest, tender, and succulent meat into Song Ning's mouth.

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