Chapter 474: Chapter 474: Uncle Wang’s Favorite Music

"Replenish... blood?"

Bai Yifan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, immediately thinking of the Water Python smelling the scent of decay in this village.

This village has zombies.

Bai Yifan suddenly recalled something from before the apocalypse.

Cows eat grass and produce milk.

But the survivors imprisoned here, they eat spinach and have their blood drawn.

Just thinking about it, one can imagine how hopeless it is.

Bai Xiqin held her arm by the car window, allowing the Water Python to sniff the scent outside.

"Master, every household has humans, and there are also zombies."

The Water Python carefully distinguished the scents, then relayed what it detected.

"Could they be using their blood to feed their relatives who have turned into zombies?"

Bai Zhengxuan’s first reaction was that this place was like Taovillage, where humans and zombies lived together.

They were unwilling to abandon their relatives who had turned into zombies, especially since there was a Zombie King to control the zombies from attacking people.

But if zombies don’t feed for too long, their bloodthirsty frenzy might grow uncontrollable, perhaps even the Zombie King wouldn’t be able to suppress it.

The villagers couldn’t bear to watch their loved ones starve, so they eat spinach to replenish their blood, and then feed the zombies?

All of this was something Bai Zhengxuan instinctively thought of in an instant.

Because the people of Taovillage fed their zombie relatives with livestock, he thought everyone would be reluctant to give up on their relatives who had turned into zombies.

"No." Bai Xiqin glanced at the tightly closed gate and shook her head.

The atmosphere here seemed similar to Taovillage, yet it was filled with a depressing and dead feeling.

Moreover, if the villagers were truly coexisting peacefully with the zombies, they wouldn’t have captured outsiders.

Capturing outsiders suggests that the villagers won’t use their own blood.

But... this village is too desolate, looking clean yet scarcely any signs of human activity.

It’s doubtful whether there are any original inhabitants left in the village.

The bus slowly drove inside, surprisingly unimpeded, with neither zombies nor humans stepping out of their yards.

Except for an old man trailing a distance behind the bus.

After entering the village, the old man no longer shouted for the Bai Family, but merely followed the bus as fast as he could, brows knitted, face full of worry.

It’s unclear where he discarded the basket on his back.

He had only one thought in his mind.

This family should take the opportunity while they haven’t been discovered, and leave quickly!

But the bus moved slowly, seemingly observing the village deliberately.

The old man hunched his back, his face growing more worried.

He looked southward with his weathered eyes, filled with worry.

At first, he worried that the Bai Family would be in danger by entering the village.

But upon learning there were superpower users here, he started worrying about the "people" in the village.

The old man’s heart was in his throat, hoping this family wouldn’t cause too much commotion and could exit the village quickly.

Just like that, drive, and slowly leave the village!

But he was wrong.

"Sister, you sit at the boat’s bow~ Brother, I walk on the shore~"

Suddenly, a familiar tune played inside the blue and white bus.

The music instantly spread throughout the silent village, from the east end to the west, it was all the same song of ’Boatman’s Love’.

This was Uncle Wang’s favorite song to play when hunting zombies.

Back then, Uncle Wang needed to play music to attract zombies when driving.

Now, simply standing there attracts zombies.

A human zombie-attracting machine!

"Stop playing it! Hurry up and leave here!"

The hunched figure, upon hearing the music, rushed toward the bus, waving his sickle in apparent anger.

At the same time, he was in a panic.

Anyone daring to make such a commotion in the apocalypse is definitely not ordinary.

What about his son...

With that thought, the old man’s pace quickened, standing more upright despite his stoop.

Alas, he still couldn’t catch up with the bus’s speed.

"In a loving swing of the tow rope~~"

The music inside the bus grew louder instead of waning, deepening the worry on the emaciated elder’s face.

Afraid of innocent people dying, more afraid of his son being harmed!

After the song finished, the village was silent, except for the elder behind the bus urging them to leave.

"Why didn’t we hear anything?" Bai Yifan blinked, thinking perhaps the Water Python made a mistake, and maybe the village had no zombies after all!

So, Bai Yifan played the music again, this time louder.

Bai Xiqin, sitting on the sofa, watched the old man chasing the bus.

Before the apocalypse, she would have thought such behavior very unethical.

But now, in the apocalypse, in such an eerie village...

Besides, Bai Xiqin didn’t miss the flash of alarm in the old man’s eyes.

Initially, the old man genuinely wanted them to leave, or rather, he knew there were zombies in the village, and wanted the Bai Family to leave for their own safety.

Yet after witnessing their daring actions, he grew anxious and frustrated.

It seems he’s worried about the zombies here.

What’s his relationship with the zombies?

Bai Xiqin didn’t know, but from his expression, it was significant.

"Roar――"

As the second round of music played, zombie howls echoed from each yard in the village.

The howls carried a bloodthirsty impulse; chaotic footsteps approached.

"They’re coming!"

Bai Yifan’s fingers trembled on the steering wheel, foot poised on the accelerator, ready to flee at any moment.

Bai Xiqin focused on the yard closest to the bus. It looked quite ordinary yet filled with zombie howls and their heavy footsteps.

A creak.

A zombie awkwardly used its stiff joints to open the gate.

The first to rush out was an elderly zombie, followed by a middle-aged couple and two child zombies.

The child zombies appeared around five or six years old, their faces covered in decaying flesh.

They all had a row of dark wounds on their necks, like teeth marks from a zombie bite.

All the zombies from this yard bore such wounds on their necks.

Evidently, before the apocalypse, they were a family of five, turned into zombies in the same manner.

It’s hard to imagine how the zombies restrained their instincts, only leaving a virus-laden bite mark on each family member’s neck!

The family of zombies charged directly at the bus without hesitation.

"Drive forward."

Bai Xiqin instructed in a deep voice.

The zombies from this yard were average, not the Zombie King; apparently, Uncle Wang wasn’t among them.

Regular zombies couldn’t possibly control Uncle Wang and Wang Liu!

"This family is truly unfortunate!"

Bai Zhengxuan glanced back at the zombified family of five, sighing slightly.

A family turned into zombies together, uncertain if it’s unfortunate or fortunate.

"They were deliberately turned into zombies with intent." Bai Xiqin watched another gate being opened in front.

From there emerged another zombie family.

A zombie grandparent, zombie parents, alongside zombie grandchildren.

Each zombie’s neck bore a neat row of bite marks.

It’s not that they were too unlucky to accidentally become zombies.