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Chapter 1120 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (1)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (Part 1)

Thirteen years into the apocalypse, human society, invaded by an unknown virus, X, has been torn apart by zombies. Many small countries have been wiped out, and many medium-sized countries have also been destroyed. Only less than twenty countries have survived this catastrophe.

Due to the sharp decline in population and biological pollution, productivity has regressed by almost a century, resulting in none of the dozen or so remaining countries having the capacity to seize other lost territories.

This also gave some ambitious individuals an opportunity to build their own power in the apocalypse and create survival bases in their own names.

In these bases, their relatives, friends, and connections enjoy the best treatment. Others who join the bases with ability can also benefit, while those without ability can only be bullied and oppressed. However, in order to survive, and because most of these people do not have the ability to cross vast territories to seek refuge elsewhere, they all choose to swallow their anger.

After all, there are hardly any cars left that can be put into normal use these days, and people who can repair cars are highly sought after by various bases. As for the most important thing, gasoline, it is controlled only by the people in power at each base.

Escaping is not easy either. You will encounter zombies from time to time in the wilderness outside the base. It's okay if you encounter a lone zombie, but if you are unlucky enough to run into a horde of zombies, you can basically only wait to die.

There's something even more fatal: nowadays, mobile phones are almost only capable of simple standalone functions, and the once-basic map function is now practically useless.

Some of those once-prosperous towns have long since turned to ashes. People can only travel by fighting their way out. Sometimes, even after going through great hardships to reach a new base, the exploitation is either even more severe than before, or the base may even collapse and disappear before they arrive.

Regardless of the possibility, it was Li Dabiao, the actual controller of Yecheng, who told Song Ning this.

Li Dabiao was speaking on stage. Although he was somewhat thin, his muscular physique was quite intimidating compared to the other people in the audience who were as thin as bamboo poles.

"I'm not trying to fool you. If you don't believe me or insist on finding another new base, fine. Just turn left out of our Da Biao base. Our hunting team runs out that road every day, so it's clean and there aren't any zombies. Just follow that road out."

"But let me make this clear first: if you really run away, you'll be betraying our Big Biao Base. If you want to come back and ask us for protection, the treatment will be very different from now."

He sat imposingly on a single sofa on a small hill, while about two hundred people below listened quietly to his meeting.

Apart from a dozen or so people standing guard at key points who were somewhat stronger, the rest of the people in the audience were almost all as thin as bamboo poles, dark-skinned and skinny.

Some of the men and women who appeared somewhat attractive had slightly fairer skin, but most of them had troubled expressions, clearly indicating that they were not doing very well.

Li Dabiao then launched into a long speech, and only after he had had his fill of it did he stand up to end this one-sided meeting.

The crowd below the stage breathed a sigh of relief. They stretched their numb legs and were about to leave when the darkest-skinned young man in the crowd was called back.

Li Dabiao: "Song Ning, don't leave yet, come with me."

After deliberately going out to bask in the sun every day, Song Ning looked up and felt a jolt in her heart.

He was all too familiar with Li Dabiao's eyes. The reason he chose to tan himself into a dark brown tan was because he had suffered too much hardship in the past, and had even killed three people in order to escape the clutches of evil.

Clinging to the last shred of relief, Song Ning forced out a 'simple and honest' smile.

"Brother Biao, what do you want from me?"

The moment he opened his mouth, his accented and rustic accent immediately made Li Dabiao frown.

But Li Dabiao stared at Song Ning's face for several seconds and felt that his little lover at home was right.

This guy is just living a really bad life. If he gives him some good stuff to eat and use, he'll probably be much more agreeable then, and he'll be more willing to eat it.

As for that local dialect, we can just shut people up later.

After thinking all this through, he yawned and waved his hand.

"Don't worry about all that. You can either come now, or clean up yourself and come at eight o'clock tonight. You can choose one."

He didn't even try to hide it, directly revealing his purpose.

Song Ning's heart sank completely, and she still spoke in that local dialect.

"Then, I'll go find your brother Biao tonight."

"Alright, tonight is fine too, but don't forget."

Li Dabiao glanced at him sideways and said, "I didn't see anyone at eight o'clock. You can expect to go out with the hunting team tomorrow."

He walked away without looking back, leaving Song Ning standing there feeling a chill run through her body.

Someone glanced at him sympathetically and then left.

Some people, clinging to a sliver of goodwill, advised him, "You...you should just give up and stop resisting. You're really too good-looking; even if you get tanned, you'll still be the best-looking one among us. You know, if you don't listen, the hunting party will probably drag you behind the vehicle. You...you'd better watch yourself."

The people at the foot of the earthen slope gradually left, just like Song Ning's current desolate mood.

A gust of wind blew by, and the sandstorm hit us in the face, as there was no vegetation to shield us.

A grain of sand got into Song Ning's eye, and two lines of tears streamed down his face.

After a long while, he finally took a step and walked back to his little nest, which he had built with sheet metal, cardboard boxes, and yellow soil.

The first thing he did was dig out two large 1.5L bottles of purified water that he had treasured for a long time. He bit the dry skin on his lips, then suddenly sneered, twisted open the cap, and gulped down half of the bottle.

"Ha, I never thought that being able to drink water in large gulps would be such a blissful thing."

He stared at the bottle for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Indeed, people should live life comfortably; why make it so stifling?"

He took out a gray towel, washed it clean, and then used the towel to carefully wipe his entire body clean, bit by bit.

I used more than half a bottle of water to thoroughly wash my buzz cut, and the itchy scalp disappeared for the first time in three years. I felt refreshed all over.

"It feels so good. I wish I could take a shower every day."

He muttered to himself, then pulled out a set of clothes he had treasured for more than half a year from behind him.

These were clothes he originally planned to wear when things got better. This set of clothes, which was about 70% new, would be quite expensive outside, just like his two bottles of water, which were rare items.

Song Ning carefully changed into the shoes, then used the dirty water from washing her hair to clean them as well. She then transferred the remaining half-bottle of water to a small bottle and put it in her pocket. She also found a pack of compressed biscuits that had expired ten years ago, and finally touched the toes of her shoes.

"hiss."

A slight stinging sensation, and a drop of blood quickly seeped from his fingertip.

Song Ning stared at it for a while, then smiled with relief.

"That's good. In the end, I was able to leave this world peacefully."