Published: February 6, 2025
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After the apocalypse began, the grain depot in Yingchun County had attracted attention from various forces, both big and small, who attempted to invade it.
However, the results were evidently poor. Aside from increasing the number of zombies, they couldn’t even break open the depot's main gate.
Of course, there were a few individuals who had come here at the start of the apocalypse. Along the way, they found some scattered grain bags revealing moldy grains inside.
But such occurrences were rare, leading Ye Zhongming to believe that there must be food here.
"Charge forward!"
With Ye Zhongming's furious shout, the team suddenly accelerated, quickly approaching the gate.
Ye Zhongming took the lead, cleaving the iron gate with a single slash. As the gate fell, a swarm of zombies poured out of the grain depot.
This left the team momentarily stunned. The depot was supposed to have high walls and few people; how could there be so many zombies inside?
However, there was no time to speculate on this. With no chance of retreat now, the team charged straight in. To complete their mission, they needed to clear everything ahead.
Today, Ye Zhongming unleashed the sealing flame blade for the first time.
This move had immense power. As it sliced through the zombies on the road leading to the warehouse, the high-temperature flames left behind burnt corpses that exuded a strange, foul smell of charred flesh.
The team quickly reached the entrance of the grain depot. Little Tiger, using the edge of the moon, cut open the warehouse door.
What greeted them was a pile of white grain bags stacked together.
Food!
The thought surged in everyone's minds, replacing the anger from the recent battle with delight and joy.
This was life!
In the chaotic order of the apocalypse, no one was planting or farming. Food would become increasingly precious. Aside from what could be produced on the roulette, they would have to rely on hunting. But hunting was dangerous, and one couldn't live solely on meat; grains were a staple that humanity had become accustomed to, and it wouldn't be easy to change that in a short time.
Thus, everyone understood the significance of the bags of grain stored here. As Ye Zhongming had said before taking action, these grains could sustain the current people in the base for over a year, and if supplemented with meat, they could last for a year and a half.
Little Tiger stepped inside, and at that moment, Ye Zhongming felt a bone-chilling cold.
"Little Tiger, retreat!"
Ye Zhongming shouted angrily, disregarding the surrounding zombies as he rushed into the warehouse, swinging his blade towards the left side of the door.
The aura of full power flashed as it narrowly brushed past a mass of black substance.
Immediately, Little Tiger let out a muffled grunt, his body collapsing to one side of the warehouse.
Ye Zhongming, who had rushed to his side, focused and saw that a black, soft, and collapsed mass had stuck to Little Tiger's left hip.
"Black mud zombie!"
Ye Zhongming's eyes widened slightly.
This type of mutated zombie was powerful and more disgusting to survivors than others.
The black mud zombie's skin and flesh had turned into a viscous black substance. Its attack method involved shooting this sticky material to trap its prey, then moving slowly to envelop the prey with its black mud and digest it.
When a black mud zombie had a high level of evolution, it could spew forth thousands of black mud blobs, which could easily form into a skin-like substance to wrap around its prey, absorb it, and then seamlessly merge back into the black mud creature.
This black mud was not only extremely sticky but also carried mental toxins, making it as hard to defend against as sandworms.
It was said that the conditions for a black mud zombie to form were very harsh, so Ye Zhongming was surprised to encounter one here.