This realization made Jiang Ya no longer want to sleep.
She stood up and packed up quickly, glanced at the bright sky outside, ate a few bites in a hurry, and then set off on the journey to find Fu Zheng.
No matter what, whether he was dead or alive, she must find him.
Two days later, Jiang Ya had reached the edge of Hecheng.
Going further, there is a metropolis called Qingshi.
Before the end of the world, Qing City had a huge population, which also meant that there would be more zombies there.
But looking at the only traces left by Fu Zheng, it turns out that he did come in this direction.
Standing in a tall building at the entrance, Jiang Ya once again asked No. 222 to search carefully.
But the answer he got was that he still couldn't feel Fu Zheng's breath.
There was no other way, Jiang Ya could only continue to move forward.
As expected, she had just walked to the entrance of the city when she encountered a wave of zombies.
Among the fifty or sixty zombies, there were only seven or eight first-level mutant zombies. This scale was no longer a threat to Jiang Ya.
She threw out the vines and easily knocked away more than a dozen zombies. Yingying took the opportunity to open her fangs and suck the zombies' brains dry.
After it finished sucking it, it didn't forget to get into the zombie's chest and find two crystal nuclei for Jiang Ya.
In about ten minutes, Jiang Ya finished killing all the zombies.
She shook the vine and asked Yingying to wipe off the unknown liquid on her body before coming back.
Just when Jiang Ya turned around and wanted to continue on her way, out of the corner of her eye she saw a piece of charred charcoal lying on the ground not far to the left.
She immediately ran forward to check, and after careful inspection she discovered that it was not charcoal at all, but a zombie arm that had been struck by lightning.
"A Zheng, it's A Zheng..."
She murmured something, which was the evidence Fu Zheng left behind after the battle.
There are no zombie corpses here except for this charred arm, which means that this arm comes from the zombie he lured away.
He was so patient that he actually chased Fu Zheng across the whole city.
After discovering this, Jiang Ya didn't care about anything else and immediately drank another bottle of speed potion and ran forward quickly.
***
In a three-story villa on the outskirts of Qing City, early risers are busy preparing today's breakfast.
She washed a small handful of white rice and put it into the boiling pot, and cut up a box of canned meat and put it in.
After simmering for a while, the aroma of rice mixed with meat spreads.
After a while, a door in the corner of the first floor was opened, and a young woman walked out of it.
The woman walked up behind the porridge cook, stretched her neck, took a look and asked, "Are you going to have extra food today?"
The porridge cook smiled slightly and nodded, "That man has several boxes of canned meat in his backpack, and he cooked them for a tooth festival."
Speaking of that person, a flash of worry flashed in the woman's eyes.
"Sister, do you think he can still wake up? It's a miracle that he can still breathe after being so seriously injured."
After the woman finished speaking, the door creaked open from the outside, and then a tall man walked in.
The man seemed to have heard the woman's words and snorted dissatisfied, "What's the matter, are you so anxious for someone to wake up and become your husband?"
After the man finished speaking, the woman cooking the porridge scolded him, "What nonsense are you talking about? That's not what Xiaomei meant."
"Tch," the man said, "If it weren't for his good looks, would your sister save him? She is usually a cold-hearted person, but I don't believe she is the kind of person who can save people!"
The porridge-cooking woman wanted to say more, but the woman named Xiaomei beat her to it, "Brother-in-law, you said this. If you hadn't gone through the supplies in his backpack first to take advantage of it, I could have seen his face clearly."
After a pause, she sneered, "Besides, if sister hadn't stopped me, wouldn't you have fallen in love with a little girl last time? How come it's okay at your place, but not at my place?"
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, the porridge-cooking woman quickly spoke out to dissuade him: "Okay, don't talk anymore. It's hard to say whether he can wake up. Don't ruin the harmony of your family for an outsider."
The two glared at each other, snorted and looked away.
After breakfast, Guo Mei and Guo Ting said hello.
"Sister, I'll go upstairs and see if he's awake."
When Guo Juan saw this, she didn't stop her. She just grabbed her husband who wanted to say something else.
"Okay, please stop saying a few words. I don't think that man is like an ordinary person. If he really wakes up and knows that we saved him, he will definitely not treat us badly. Besides, if Xiaomei can really become friends with him, , isn’t it a good thing for us? With more men here, we have more chances of survival.”
Wang Hong agreed upon hearing this and gave Guo Juan a thumbs up: "My wife, you are so considerate."
Guo Mei pushed open a door on the second floor, walked to the bed and stared at the man lying with his eyes closed.
She watched for a while, her eyes gradually becoming crazy.
He was so handsome. Although his face was too pale due to excessive blood loss, it still couldn't hide his smooth facial contours.
It seemed that he was frowning because of pain.
Guo Mei watched, her hand involuntarily reaching out to his forehead to smooth out the wrinkles between his brows.
Just when her fingers were less than two or three centimeters away from him, the man suddenly opened his eyes.
A sharp and cold gaze was directed towards Guo Mei. When she met those dark and emotionless black eyes, Guo Mei couldn't help but shiver, and she subconsciously retracted her fingers.
After reacting, Guo Mei said happily: "Great, you finally woke up!"
Fu Zheng hadn't fully recovered at this moment, and he never thought that he would still be alive despite the fact that he was bound to die.
Looking at the happy expression of the woman in front of him, Fu Zheng couldn't feel a trace of happiness about surviving the disaster.
He asked first: "How many days did I sleep?"
The voice was hoarse and dry, like rusty gears rubbing against each other.
But when Guo Mei heard this voice, she couldn't help but wonder why there was such a handsome man with such a magnetic voice in this world.
She had only seen it in novels before, but now that such a top-notch man was actually presented to her, she wondered if she was a candidate for the heroine in the apocalypse.
Fu Zheng frowned even more when he saw that the woman not only did not answer his question, but also looked like a nymphomaniac.
He repeated the question in a deep voice.
Only then did Guo Mei come back to her senses and said, "It's almost five days to the west. How are you? Are you still feeling unwell?"
As he said this, he wanted to step forward and help him.
But before he got close, Fu Zheng shouted him back.
"Do not touch me!"
Fu Zheng frowned in disgust, looking at her as if he was looking at some savage beast.
Guo Mei blinked aggrievedly when she saw this. She doesn't look bad, right? Why did that man avoid her so much when he saw her?
Then she saw Fu Zheng raise his left hand to show her the ring on his ring finger.
"I'm married, and my wife doesn't like other women approaching me, so please stay away from me."
