In the end of the world, the most useless and empty thing is time, and time cannot be touched and seen. For people who exist here, life is just as good as it should be.

Of course, everything has the opposite side, and time is also precious. Obviously, this is for some people, the preciousness of time is even more rare than the supplies and food needed by survivors.

The 17th year New Year is fleeting, and then the winter snow melts, and the cold winter leaves the desolate city of the end of the world.

The spring rain is continuous, and the warm wind in spring is mixed with drizzle, which previews the arrival of the gentlest season of spring.

After Qingming Festival, in the end of the world, a nature and city with few persecutions by humans, various alienated plants filled this desolate but greener world.

The sunshine and heat waves of early summer in May and June also began to invade the world, and summer came quietly, time always passing so quickly and silently.

In such a blink of an eye, the summer in August came, and this end of the world finally took two full years from 15 years to now.

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The day in early August is still hot, and it will only be slightly cooler in the early morning. However, from the morning, the sun shines on the earth will make people feel the heat, not to mention the time before the evening at noon. Such weather may be exposed to the sun outside, which may dehydrate and consume more water and food.

Located near the Wulei Mountain Scenic Area at the junction of Cixi and Ningcheng, it runs through two avenues, June 1st Provincial Highway and Shenhai Expressway.

However, for the expressways and provincial highways in the end of the world, most survivors will only use the direction of provincial highways to determine their goals. For these main roads that are full of rusty vehicles that have been scrapped in the past two years, making it impossible for them to use transportation easily.

Cixi and Yuyao Xiangkui are a little smaller than Ningcheng. Of course, they are just county-level cities like Fengxian.

The closest area to Cixi and Ningcheng is Cicheng north of Ningcheng. In fact, Cixi and Yuyao are both under the jurisdiction of Ningcheng, a sub-provincial city, but everyone is clearer in their divisions.

At this time, on the side of Wulei Mountain Scenic Area, a few kilometers away from Cicheng, Mojia Village, which is also leaning on Provincial Highway 61, it seems extremely quiet.

This place connecting Cicheng and Cixi is full of dense mountains, rivers, villages, and various emerging industrial areas. It is located here. However, the arrival of the end of the world has long turned this place into an extremely desolate existence for two years.

Mojia Village is just one of hundreds of small villages here, but in this desolate and uninhabited village, there are three men who are scattered and carefully looking for something, making the village look a little different.

It is obvious that these three men who walked cautiously in Mojia Village could tell at a glance that they were looking for food. For these three men who looked a little dirty but were still energetic, the importance of filling their stomachs in the end of the world was self-evident.

The small village was quickly read by the three of them. Judging from their ability to quickly solve some sporadic zombies, the past two years of life in the apocalyptic world has been a difficult growth process for most survivors.

The three men gathered together and found a house closest to the provincial road in the village. Then they carefully observed the surroundings and entered the house.

The three men are almost the same age. They are all in their twenties, but their dirty faces and their wanton stubborn stubbornness make them look a little mature and vicissitudes.

The old-fashioned rural floor-standing houses look quite spacious, and the sun shines in through the windows and open doors, which is bright and the dust in the room is a bit floating by them.

A few coughs came from their mouths, and they waved their hands without much resistance. The hardships in the end times had long been learned to endure them. They took some of the things they found and began to talk in a low voice.

"Chengzi, I found some biscuits here, but they are all expired, but they can still be eaten. After all, it won't kill anyone!"

On one side, the thinnest man looked like he was carrying a spear with a clear mark of modification, and happily said with a few bags of biscuits. Obviously, such expired food was a good harvest.

In two years, some vacuum-packed foods have long passed their shelf life in the end of the world, so as long as they do not rot or mold, most people will choose to try out expired foods.

A man on the other side looked even happier with some pickles wrapped in plastic bags and a bag of intact rice.

"Haha, I'm even more lucky. I found a bag of rice and a jar of pickles, but there was a jar of rice cake next to it, but it was a bit moldy and I didn't take it, but I wanted to wash it with water and it should still be edible!"

"It's just that we're short of water now, so I'll just forget it if I think about it!"

The man sitting on the dusty sofa, the man who became Chengzi, was obviously the older guy among the three and the leader. He wiped a somewhat old crossbow in his hand with a piece of cloth, nodded with a smile, and said, "Yes, now we are short of water, and the water on our bodies seems to have to last for two days. It's summer now, and the consumption of water is even greater. And I also found it. Apart from some simple weapons, there is nothing to gain from the water source!"

Seeing that his companions were also worried and sighed, Cheng Zi didn't say anything and arranged to make breakfast in the early morning. They also wanted to rush to the city of Ningcheng as much as possible today, because there was hope that they might be able to survive.

The breakfast was full of white rice, with some leftover bacon they carried by their backpacks, and then a plate of pickles fried, which made the three of them very satisfied. After all, they hadn't tasted the staple food of rice for a long time, let alone a whole bag of ten kilograms of rice this time, so that they could eat as much as they could.

The breakfast ended soon. Because of the weight and size of a backpack, they had to carry various daily necessities and supplies, as well as weapons, the jar of pickles and rice cakes. They chose to bring a little, while the bag of rice was still left with them.

From the early morning after breakfast, they quickly extinguished the fire source and exited the village entrance, and then walked along Provincial Highway 61, carefully and quickly towards Ningcheng.

During this period, they passed many villages and some industrial areas beside provincial roads, but they did not stay. For them, these unknown areas may have various food and supplies, but dangers are often accompanied. Now they only have one purpose, which is to quickly reach Ningcheng, so they will not try such risks easily.

Finally, after nearly three hours of long journey, they walked from Provincial Highway 61 to Jiangbei Avenue, which belongs to Ningcheng. Although the signs of the villages next to them were dilapidated, it can be seen that this is Cicheng in Jiangbei, Ningcheng.

It was already past ten o'clock. Three men on Jiangbei Avenue looked at the countryside on the road and the wreckage of various vehicles that were still chaotic on the road. They decided to rest and move for about three hours in a row, so that they urgently needed to replenish their moisture.

A huge house next to it, with the Cicheng Miaoshan Health Service Station written on it, attracted their attention. Under Chengzi's command, they ran towards the service station. They decided to rest there for a while, and then rushed into the city of Cicheng before the hot noon.

But just arrived at the door of the health service station, Cheng Zi was about to enter the room with the open door. The sound of words and footsteps inside instantly attracted the vigilance and nerves of the three of them. In an environment like the end of the world, the small group of three people had long encountered similar invasions. I believe that those mindless zombies and survivors fighting each other for food and resources may be even more bloody and cruel.

Sure enough, when the three of them stopped and were highly alert, several men walked out of the open door of the health service station, which made them retreat, and they also picked up their respective weapons in their hands, ready for battle.
Chapter completed!