During the Qingming Festival, rain falls steadily, and travelers on the road feel as if their souls are leaving them.
In this Doomsday, the season of steady rain can be fatal.
Survivors have long accustod themselves to staying indoors during rainstorms, promptly seeking shelter to avoid Zombies.
In Doomsday, everyone's purpose for living varies.
Everyone's way of life is different.
So people will do anything to survive, so only seek self-preservation, while others seize the opportunity to expand their power in Doomsday......
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So people strive continuously, just to be able to live.
In a city north of Xin City.
Xing City.
A small team has persevered through this brutal Doomsday until now.
"Ai Shan, the water is full, put it in the plastic barrels and take them downstairs," Lu Kuan said under the eaves on the top floor, looking at the array of various containers in front of him.
Ai Shan glanced at Tang Xing beside him and said, "I can't do this alone, let Tang Xing join ."
Tang Xing heard Ai Shan call him and was visibly displeased.
Lu Kuan glanced at Tang Xing and said, "You two go together."
Tang Xing unwillingly moved his feet towards the curtain of rain.
On this top floor, there's a conservatory seemingly built by the house's owner before Doomsday, now filled with various crops, covering only about a hundred square ters.
But outside the conservatory, there are still so sparse plantings of various crops, totaling half an acre in size.
This is the most luxurious neighborhood in Xing City, with duplex flat floors, its own large balcony, and over eight hundred square ters across two levels.
The forr owner here was soone who loved plants and flowers, having built a conservatory and a large swimming pool on the top floor.
When Lu Kuan and his group discovered this place, they fell in love with it at first sight.
Though it's 32 floors high and extrely inconvenient to go up and down, it can avoid Zombies.
They collected seeds, cleared out the remnants of green plants inside to use as fertilizer, and gradually built a rooftop garden in this place.
Although the yield is not much, their numbers are small, so they manage barely not to starve.
After Doomsday, the tap water was cut off, making water sourcing in the city very troubleso.
Though there are water sources in places like rivers and lakes, one must face the danger of Zombies in the water.
If they want to dig a well, it's also inconvenient in the city given the need for specialized equipnt and tools; otherwise, relying solely on manpower to dig slowly would take forever.
Therefore, they cherish every rainy ti, as the swimming pool naturally becos their reservoir when it rains.
Besides, on another building, they've opened up the water tanks, allowing rainwater to flow into them each ti.
Moreover, in their daily search for supplies, they always pick up jars and bottles, then fill them with water and store them in a room downstairs.
This water guarantees their crops' irrigation and daily usage.
As for their waste, it's naturally used as natural fertilizer, following simple composting to fertilize those plants.
The storm rages on, the rain falls harder and harder.
Lu Kuan looked down at the building, seeing so Zombies wandering below it in the rain curtain.
But the building's ground floor had long been sealed shut ahead of ti, making it impossible for those Zombies to co in.
The elevator had also long lost power, though they had to climb for a long ti each ti they moved up and down, it gave them a sense of security to stay in this place.
The raindrops patter away; if it weren't for the Zombie threat, staying indoors would be quite comfortable weather.
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So people live to pursue the Tao.
North.
Lüliang.
A middle-aged man in a tattered Taoist robe stood atop a Cross-river Bridge, looking down at the clawing Zombies below.
The wind and rain soaked his Taoist robe, and in the wind, his drenched robe flapped loudly, splashing raindrops mixed with the falling rain from above.
He sported a goatee, with a thin build and sunken cheekbones, making him look extrely lean.
At the mont, he held a Longsword in one hand while grasping the iron fra of the bridge with the other to prevent himself from falling.
Bridge surface, a dense crowd of thousands of Zombies.
Beneath the bridge, the Yellow River surged endlessly, swishing loudly.
Occasionally, so Zombies at the edge of the bridge get shoved by others and fall into the Yellow River below, creating small splashes.
The Taoist reflects on the events of today, shaking his head with a laugh.
Even though he saved them, when the storm ca, these people ran faster than anyone.
Six seats, seven people.
Unexpectedly, these six people looked at him in unison.
They drove away.
If it weren't for his martial skills, he would have died beneath the Zombies.
Despite such experiences, his heart wasn't much troubled.
Instead, he sat atop the bridge, observing the union of heaven and earth, the expansive Yellow River winding majestically amidst the thunderstorms and torrential rain.
In the distance, heaven and earth seem to converge.
The spectacle is so magnificent.
Currently surrounded by Zombies, unable to escape.
At the point where water ets the horizon, he sits watching the storm.
Vanity of vanities, all is but vanity.
He acts only for his peace of mind and desires.
Seeking no outco, no reward.
Thus, he saves those people rely because he wishes to save them.
That group left him behind and fled, it was rely their deed, unrelated to him.
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