novelsite Chapter 8: Blessed by a Lucky Star? 34 jin of diesel fuel, just carry it and go!
Chapter 8: Blessed by a Lucky Star? 34 jin of diesel fuel, just carry it and go!
Zhou Hai's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, making the newly lit campfire seem to flicker.
Zombie horde!
Lu Sheng's heart clenched.
These two words represent an endless stream of floating corpses, a death wave powerful enough to devour everything.
"Xiao Lu, don't worry too much." Zhao Zewen's gentle voice broke the stagnant air. "The zombie horde sounds scary, but most of them are low-level floating corpses. To us, they are just moving experience packs and are not a threat."
He changed the subject, his expression becoming more serious: "The only thing to be careful of is the high-level floating corpses mixed in with them. It would be very dangerous for you to encounter those things now."
Lu Sheng nodded, keeping the warning firmly in mind.
"Hehe, what are you afraid of!" Zhou Hai waved his hand and patted Lu Sheng's shoulder, making Lu Sheng's bones almost break. "Kid Lu, just focus on developing! Tonight, I'll find you a good spot, I guarantee you'll level up again before the zombie horde arrives!"
Upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Lu Sheng's eyes: "Thank you, Captain Zhou!"
"Don't mention it!" Zhou Hai waved his hand and grinned. "Since you chose to join our Blazing Flame Fleet, it means you trust me, Zhou Hai! Let me tell you, although our team isn't the strongest in these waters, I guarantee we're the most united! In battle, you can confidently entrust your back to your teammates!"
"Xiao Lu, Captain Zhou wasn't lying to you." Zhao Ze nodded in agreement.
Zhou Hai raised an eyebrow and glanced at Zhao Ze: "Hey Lao Zhao, you'll die if you don't expose me, won't you? It's just that I stole some experience from a high-level floating corpse from you a few days ago, are you still not done with this?"
"What, you're not convinced?" Zhao retorted, not to be outdone. "Come on, let's go outside and have a go!"
Watching the two people, whose combined age was nearly eighty, bicker like children, Lu Sheng was amused and was about to offer some words of advice.
Su Li, who had been quietly wiping her knife, suddenly raised her eyes and spoke softly.
"That's just how they are, don't worry about them."
After speaking, she lowered her head again and continued to focus intently on wiping the long, slender sword, as if she hadn't just spoken.
The room fell silent instantly.
Zhou Hai and Zhao Ze's bickering came to an abrupt end.
Lu Sheng was deeply shocked.
Wow, she can talk? I thought she was a beautiful mute!
Well, on this pirate ship, it seems like I'm the only normal person left.
Zhou Hai seemed a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, stopped arguing with Lao Zhao, and said seriously to Lu Sheng, "The fleet will rest at the Zijin Building for the next few days. We'll set off again after the zombie horde ends."
"Where is the fleet headed?" Lu Sheng asked, voicing his doubts.
Mentioning this, Zhou Hai's expression turned serious: "Now all the major cities are flooded. We've received news from other fleets that western China, the Kunlun Mountains, those high-altitude areas, haven't been submerged yet. Right now, all the surviving fleets are trying to find a way westward."
west?
Lu Sheng frowned.
The straight-line distance between Shanghai and the western region is more than 2,000 kilometers.
On this vast ocean, relying on these dilapidated ships, when will we ever reach our destination?
Moreover, the dangers along the way are simply unimaginable.
"Let's take it one step at a time," Zhao sighed. "We haven't even left the city yet, and we won't be able to get that far anytime soon. In the meantime, we also have to fight off the weekly zombie horde. Just being alive is already a miracle."
Lu Sheng nodded in agreement.
In the end times, being overly ambitious is a major taboo for survival.
"Alright, everyone's rested enough, it's time to get down to business!" Zhou Hai stood up and clapped his hands.
"Old Zhao, you and Lu Sheng go to the roof of the building and look for a backup generator. If you find one, also check if there's any fuel around. We're running low on fuel on our ship."
"Okay." Zhao Ze and Lu Sheng nodded in unison.
Zhou Hai then looked at Su Li: "Ali, go and inform the ordinary people outside that they can enter the building to search for supplies."
Su Li hummed in agreement, sheathed her long sword, and got up to leave.
Finally, Zhou Hai grinned, revealing a ruthless smile: "As for me... those guys downstairs have probably looted quite a few good things too. It's time to go collect some protection money!"
After saying that, he picked up a fire axe that he had found somewhere and swaggered downstairs.
The four split up and acted separately.
Lu Sheng followed Zhao Ze up the stairs to the top floor of the building.
"Brother Zhao, how did the three of you meet?" Lu Sheng asked as he walked.
"Hehe," Zhao chuckled, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, "I was originally a fisherman. When the flood came, I was in my boat and I saw Zhou Hai half-dead in the water. That guy had lost his wife and children and was like a lost soul. I slapped him awake."
"As for Ali..." Zhao paused, his smile fading, and his eyes becoming somewhat complicated. "She... is actually from another fleet."
He was silent for a moment, as if recalling some unpleasant memory, but in the end he just shook his head: "Forget it, let's not talk about it."
Seeing that Zhao was unwilling to say more, Lu Sheng wisely refrained from asking further questions.
But he knew in his heart that there must be a complicated story behind Su Li.
Soon, the two arrived at the top floor.
Two huge backup generators stood silently in the center of the rooftop, covered in dust.
What caught their attention most were the two neatly stacked green tin barrels next to the generator, their seals still intact!
diesel fuel!
"Damn it!" Zhao couldn't help but curse, his eyes gleaming. He rushed over and slammed his hand on the metal bucket, making a dull "bang" sound.
He turned to look at Lu Sheng, his joy barely concealed: "Little Lu! You're practically our fleet's lucky charm! You brought such good fortune right after arriving! These two big barrels of diesel fuel will keep our old ship burning for a while!"
Lu Sheng smiled too.
"Xiao Lu, come on, let's each carry a bucket down here!" Zhao Ze had already started rolling up his sleeves.
Lu Sheng nodded.
He walked up to a barrel of diesel fuel, grabbed the edge of the barrel with both hands, took a deep breath, and used his core strength!
"rise!"
He steadily lifted the 340-pound diesel drum and hoisted it onto his shoulder.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't blush or pant, as if he were only carrying a bag of rice on his shoulder.
Zhao watched from the side, his eyes twitching.
Damn it, is this the Heavenly Rank Sequence?
Back when I was a level 1 player, it took all my strength to move this thing!
He didn't linger any longer, walked to another barrel of diesel, and easily lifted it up.
"Let's go... let's go back to the ship!" Zhao said with a smile.
And so, the two of them, each carrying a bucket of diesel, slowly walked downstairs.
Heavy footsteps echoed in the stairwell.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they saw Zhou Hai blocking the entrance, while seven or eight survivors who had recently joined the fleet were facing him warily.
The atmosphere was tense, like a battleground.
"Captain Zhou, why should you get 20% of the supplies we found?" a young man holding a wrench asked boldly.
Zhou Hai slung the fire axe over his shoulder, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, but his eyes were icy cold.
"On what grounds?"
He pointed with the axe blade at the desolate sea outside.
"Just because we cleared the corpses from this building, and because we gave you your lives."
"Now, do you think that's enough?"