Chapter 12 A Sword that Runs Rampant in the Apocalypse (12)

Bai Tang blinked her eyes, “Grandpa, when I came, the zombies were already gone, really. Come out.”

Bai Tang turned her wrist and grasped the old man’s hand in reverse, using a little bit of strength to pull him out.

“Where’s grandma?” Bai Tang asked again.

The old man looked around warily and, upon seeing that there were no zombies, said, “Your grandma is inside with a fever. She was injured by the zombies and is unconscious.”

Bai Tang’s eyes moved and said, “Grandpa, wait for me here. I’ll bring grandma out and we’ll leave this place and go to the base arranged by the government.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” The old man repeatedly said okay, as he was very happy. In the apocalypse, his granddaughter had matured, able to make her own decisions.

Bai Tang jumped down the hole of the basement. This hole was dug by some rural people to store dark green vegetables like sweet potatoes and potatoes, and occasionally some food and household wine.

After the apocalypse arrived, this hole became the place where the old couple sought refuge and survival.

After Bai Tang went down, she saw an old lady lying on a pile of grass, with fine sweat on her forehead and no hint of colour on her face or lips. Bai Tang felt her forehead.

After the apocalypse arrived, if someone was injured by a zombie, they would go through this stage. There were three possible outcomes. The first was to develop abilities, which was the best result. The second was to have no effect, just like a normal person, which was a very lucky result. The third was the worst possibility, becoming a zombie and losing sanity.

The old lady had already passed the most critical moment and there were no abnormal signs on her body, so it seemed that she fell into one of the first two categories.

“Grandpa, throw down a few empty bags in here!” Bai Tang yelled. It would be a waste to leave the sweet potatoes, potatoes, taro, and ginger here. She might as well take them all out.

The old man heard this and picked up a stick to find some bags. Rural bags were often used to carry fertilizers and were left in a pile. He found a few and threw them down to Bai Tang.

Bai Tang first carried the old lady on her back and started packing up the crops. Once everything was packed, she specifically had the old man take the old lady a bit further away and then lightly threw the bags out of the hole before jumping out herself.

The old man was surprised and said, “Granddaughter, when did you get so strong?”

Bai Tang was persistent in packing food, including bacon, sausage, rice, and even some tableware and kitchen utensils.

“Grandpa, I’ll explain everything to you in the car later, but for now, let’s just pack more food. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Bai Tang carried several bags of food and walked out easily, surprising the old man yet again. He followed behind her, carrying his wife. Seeing his obedient granddaughter being so strong gave the elderly man hope and more confidence in his heart.

“Grandpa, put grandma on the back two seats. I’ll move these things first.” Bai Tang instructed, took a look around and saw that Shi Minzhi was still sitting on the wheelchair, still in the same position, looking as if he hadn’t moved at all.

“Okay! Little Tang’er.” The old man’s address to Bai Tang was as doting as ever.

Shi Minzhi watched as the old man hunched over, carrying his elderly wife step by step with remarkable stability and resilience. He looked at the girl he couldn’t stand, her thin shoulders carried four bags of food without any sign of bending or curvature. This girl as he knew was clearly a very vicious girl.

The grandfather and granddaughter pair carried the food back and forth a few times and then sat back in the car, enjoyed some peace and drank a bottle of clean water to quench their thirst.

The man who had been sitting in the wheelchair, who looked anything but kind, was now in the front passenger seat. If this was the kind of man his granddaughter wanted, then… it cannot be allowed, absolutely not.

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