I raised my arm and realized that when I was running, I didn't know what kind of sharp leaf cut my arm, and there were two bloody marks.

Looking at the two faint blood stains, he didn't care.

This kind of injury can scar quickly.

However, he was worried that if there was some blood, it would be easily smelled by the zombie boar, so he picked up the dry soil on the ground and wiped two handfuls of it towards the wound.

Inside the shelter, there was silence.

Maybe more than ten minutes have passed, or maybe half an hour has passed.

The night falls, the stars are hidden behind thick clouds, and in the darkness of the primeval forest, the breath of death quietly permeates the air. The trees are intricately intertwined like ghosts, as if they are the claws of endless darkness, extending in all directions.

In this apocalyptic primeval forest, zombie animals have become the most terrifying masters of the night.

Ho ho ho! Ouch!

Their roars cut through the silence, and every vibration of their throats was like the whisper of death, causing endless panic in the hearts of Zhu Ziming and others hiding in the underground shelter.

In this small space, their breathing almost stopped, and time was frozen here, and every second was extremely long. On the walls of the shelter, the mottled lights struggled to emit a dim light, providing them with a faint comfort.

"Turn off the light!" Zhu Ziming looked at the light deep in the shelter and said in a low voice.

He was worried that light would shine through the gaps in the shelter, and he wanted to minimize the possibility of being discovered by zombie animals.

"But..." Wang Jing didn't want to close it. In this atmosphere, if the lights were turned off, everyone would be even more scared.

"Turn it off and take a rest. Wen Qian and I will be on duty first. You can sleep as much as possible if you can. We will return to the trading market at dawn tomorrow."

"Alas..." Wang Jing sighed and silently turned off the light.

Everyone in the shelter was swallowed by darkness, and their hearts seemed to be clenched by a pair of hands.

They didn't know if the zombie boar would find them. In this nervous and uneasy mood, they couldn't sleep.

Time passed slowly, three hours later.

"Wen Qian, Wen Qian..."

"Huh? What's wrong, Brother Zhu?" Wen Qian's voice sounded sleepy.

In the darkness, Zhu Ziming whispered: "You turn on the flashlight and let Sun Peng change with you. You go to sleep for a while."

Wen Qian asked: "What about you?"

"I'm not sleepy, just ask him to come over."

"Okay." Wen Qian didn't say anything more. He turned on the flashlight and covered it with his hand. Only a little light came out. With the weak light, he walked to Sun Peng's side.

"Old Sun, go and help me on duty."

Sun Peng was woken up while half asleep. It took him a few seconds to realize where he was now.

His whole body tensed up instantly, "Okay."

He made a hash, picked up the spear leaning against the wall, tiptoed, and bent down to the entrance.

Sit on the floor.

Swish swish!

Suddenly, there was a sound of trampling leaves all around.

This was followed by a roar.

When Zhu Ziming heard this voice, his eyelids twitched twice. He held his breath, raised the compound crossbow in his hand, and aimed it at the entrance.

Sun Peng, who had just sat down, also raised the spear in his hand. Once the wooden door was knocked open, he immediately thrust the spear through.

No matter what it is, let’s poke it first and then talk about it.

Ouch! Chichi!

There was a strange cry outside.

"What is this?" Sun Peng asked in a low voice.

"Hush, it could be a monkey." Zhu Ziming said with a solemn expression.

There are a lot of monkeys here in the Dabie Mountains. If they are ordinary monkeys, it's okay. They are not a threat.

But if it were a zombie monkey, it would be too scary.

A zombie monkey that jumps down from a tree is not much different from a zombie that climbs a wall.

However, these zombie monkeys rarely appear during the day and usually only come out at night.

Otherwise, they would not dare to go hunting just for these zombie monkeys.

In the apocalypse, if you go hunting in the mountains and catch large animals, you can make a fortune.

But the rewards are directly proportional to the risks. In this primeval forest, there are dangers everywhere.

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During this period, they did not dare to go out, not even to open the wooden piles and take a look at what was going on outside.

Everyone is awake, holding weapons in their hands, ready to fight at any time.

But after it lasted for more than half an hour, the sound gradually became quieter.

They looked at each other, wondering what was going on outside.

Another two hours passed, and there was absolutely no movement outside.

After this experience, they couldn't sleep no matter what. The dark night was extremely difficult.

During the long night, they worked hard until dawn.

"What time is it?" Wen Qian, who had not slept all night, asked in a hoarse voice.

Zhu Ziming picked up the flashlight and shined it on the watch on his wrist. It was 7:30.

"At half past seven, it's dawn. Don't move for now. I'll go take a look first." Zhu Ziming explained.

After saying that, he turned the horizontal bolt on the wooden pile and gently pushed the wooden pile door upwards to create a small gap.

The golden light shines through the gaps between the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadow.

On the ground, the thick fallen leaves were yellow and fragile.

Tranquility, no singing of birds, no footsteps of animals, only the occasional slight sound of branches breaking, breaking the silence.

The air was filled with the smell of earth and dead leaves, as well as a strong smell of rotten zombies.

He pushed the wooden door and the gap slowly widened. There were no zombies or zombie animals in sight.

But he still didn't dare to let down his guard. He carefully observed for a while and waited for about ten minutes. After confirming that there was no problem, he walked out.

Sun Peng opened the door so that Zhu Ziming could return at any time.

After Zhu Ziming came out, he immediately looked behind him.

I saw some civet fur and bones remaining behind and to the right, under a tree twenty meters away.

Zhu Ziming squatted down, looked at the fur hanging on the tree, and frowned.

"What's going on? A civet and a monkey are fighting?"

Civet cats and monkeys basically feed on fruits. If they are doing it now, it means that one of them must be infected.

"Brother Zhu, what's going on?" Sun Peng came out and asked.

Zhu Ziming shook his head and said: "It's okay, let everyone pack their things and go back to the trading market."

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