Rotting Land: Survive

Doing this material gathering thing is not a first-time experience for Old Xu and others.

Ever since the apocalypse began, everyone in their team has more or less been involved in going out to gather materials.

So, when it comes to speed, efficiency, and cooperation, there’s absolutely nothing to say, all are skilled hands.

Just like that, in no time at all, the vast wealth accumulated by the stud-earring man and his gang over more than two months was looted empty by the survivors.

However, he wasn’t in the mood to feel sorry for that right now. As the saying goes, wealth is external; what he cared about most now was what this group planned to do with him after their material transfer was complete.

Waiting is always agonizing, especially when it’s about life and death. The stud-earring man cringed in the corner of the wall, shivering like grass in a cold wind. Even though Old Xu and others were busy transporting goods and no one was guarding him, due to the previous inhuman "tyranny" of Old Xu, the stud-earring man had already lost the will to resist.

Indeed! It must be said that the stud-earring man was still aware of current trends, considering the current situation in the room, including Old Xu, who was among several members of the Survivor Squad.

No need to say anything else, even if the stud-earring man managed to deal with Old Xu, what about the remaining few?

Any one of them could turn him into dust, so ultimately the stud-earring man chose the most prudent method.

What was it? Leave it to fate.

Once the vehicles were fully loaded, Old Xu instructed Luo Baochun and Wei Dazhuang to each get into a vehicle, while Hua Biao continued to guard the alley entrance.

He himself led Tang Xiaoquan and others to the place where the stud-earring man was imprisoned.

Upon seeing the Demon God enter the room, the already extremely shaky stud-earring man recoiled like a mouse seeing a cat, retreating until he collided with the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

"Big, big brother, wha-what are you going to do!?"

Seeing the stud-earring man’s cowardly and death-fearing demeanor, Old Xu’s heart surged with a nameless fury.

Such rubbish actually ran rampant in the ruined city for over two months!

Old Xu sighed at the complexity of the apocalypse, while also feeling sorrow for those who were robbed.

Suppressing the urge to act, Old Xu coldly asked with a stern face: "You should have a way to contact your remaining comrades, right?"

What exactly is this guy trying to do? At this critical moment, he still wants to meet with my people? Could it be...

Thinking of a certain possibility, the stud-earring man became optimistic instead.

The thought crossed his mind: If they really intended to wipe us out, then... haha, heaven isn’t abandoning me, there’s still a chance to live.

With this in mind, the stud-earring man continued to feign shivering, stammering back: "Yes, there is a way to contact."

"Good, then contact them now."

"Th-this shouldn’t be a problem but, uh... big, big brother, do you, uh, what do you need me to say? Th-that is, what should I say once I get through?"

"Say whatever you need to say. Your core message has two points. First, find out their location; second, tell them you’ve been attacked by zombies here and are going over to meet them."

Undoubtedly, Old Xu was determined to clean up these gangsters.

So, he must first ascertain the specific location of the remaining hooligans while stabilizing the other party before taking action.

By doing so, our side can maintain initiative, and we can figure out the situation as well as the surroundings before the battle starts.

These reconnaissance tasks are what Old Xu and the Sharp Blade Company are best at, and what they’ve always been doing.

The stud-earring man had his own plans, which involved ensuring Old Xu would meet with his people as quickly as possible.

This would give him a chance to counterattack, so without hesitation, he nodded repeatedly like a pile driver saying "Yes."

After speaking, the stud-earring man reached into his pocket and promptly took out a cellphone.

Just as he was about to operate it, Tang Xiaoquan came forward and stopped him: "What do you think you’re doing?"

Never seen pork, but that doesn’t mean never seen a pig running.

𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Whether in movies or in reality, Tang Xiaoquan had seen reports like cellphone-activated bombs more than once.

So when the stud-earring man made a move, Tang Xiaoquan immediately reacted conditionally to stop him.

Shouted at by Tang Xiaoquan, not only the stud-earring man but also Old Xu and Hu Xiaodong in the room were taken aback with shock.

After overcoming initial panic, the stud-earring man anxiously whispered: "Con-contacting, contacting my, my people."

"Contacting!? Hah, do you think we’re fools? The telecom network has long been down, how can you contact anyone without a signal on your phone?"

"Yeah! You punk are trying to pull a fast one!" Hearing Tang Xiaoquan say so, Hu Xiaodong realized and understood. Perhaps due to not using the phone for a long time, seeing the stud-earring man take out a cellphone did not lead Hu Xiaodong to consider anything further.

At this moment, Old Xu also furrowed his eyebrows. Others might not frighten the stud-earring man, but facing this demon god Old Xu, he wouldn’t dare show any temper and immediately hurriedly replied: "Everyone, please do not misunderstand. How dare I pull a trick? I...I, I am just following your request to contact my people."

On the brink of tears, the stud-earring man was almost about to kneel and beg.

Old Xu let out a disgusted snort: "Don’t say nonsense; answer me straightforwardly. Now that the communication network is down, how do you plan to contact the outside world using a cellphone?"

"Th-this..." With a mournful face, the stud-earring man mumbled for a long time but didn’t come up with a reason: "I don’t really know."

"Not clear? I think you won’t cry until you see your own grave! Let’s see if your mind clears up with this!" Lifting the gun, he pointed it at the stud-earring man’s forehead.

Oh well, now the stud-earring man finally went weak at the knees and knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Big, big brother, don’t shoot. I truly don’t understand the principle of this connection. I use this method because I happened to find a note outside a while ago that said how to use a cellphone for contact. Initially, I wasn’t careful with it, but upon an inadvertent try, it worked. So... so I’ve been using it ever since."

Upon saying this, the survivor squad members exchanged glances.

They couldn’t discern the truthfulness of the stud-earring man’s words, but Old Xu concluded that with the stud-earring man’s fear of death, he would never do anything to harm himself.

Thus Tang Xiaoquan’s concern carried no weight for Old Xu.

"Alright, since it can work, then go ahead and contact them; you already know what to say."

"Yes, I understand, but this thing can only rely on text."

"Text?"

"Y-yes, I’m puzzled too. But the note said it works through Bluetooth transmission. You know I haven’t read much, so I don’t understand such high-tech stuff. But I assure you, it really does work."

Indeed baffling, the survivors weren’t experts in this field. Old Xu only regretted not bringing the "China" brothers; otherwise, with their knowledge, they would have definitely been able to explain the principle. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com) with recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)