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Chapter 777 What the hell are you doing?(2/2)

The houses and bunkers on both sides of the bumpy dirt road are quite well built, but sewers are drainage channels. Drainage channels are sewers. They are arranged in the open air. The ditches and ridges are simply covered with wooden boards or even straw curtains. Some houses and bunkers

The septic tanks dug in the front and back are directly connected to this thing. The chickens, ducks, geese, cattle and sheep are all in the bunker. On the ground floor of the house, there are livestock wandering all over the street. I don’t know, I thought I was traveling back to the Middle Ages.

of Europe.

This smell, this fight...

Let alone a human being, even Huahua couldn't bear it. Huahua cocked her neck and tilted her right forepaw in a funny manner. Her golden child hole was filled with pain and struggle. She was unwilling to let that paw stand on the ground and solidify in its original position.

The ground was motionless.

This white tiger with colorful jade patterns and snow-frosted hair on its temples is a cat. Can you survive if you step on it and pee on it? If you lick your paws in the future, will there be any psychological shadow?

"What the hell..."

Lao Wang really didn't know what to say.

What made him even more desperate was that, after considering everything, he didn't think of wearing boots. Moreover, judging from the road conditions, just to expect the boots to be sturdy and reliable, he would have to at least wear half-length panties and a hat.

It is said that there is no road in the world, but when there are more people walking, it "just" becomes a road. A few people waded forward on the road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and their faces were numb. After nearly a kilometer, the road conditions gradually improved. On the road,

Finally there is someone.

He is fat and strong, with a fierce face and a hurried appearance.

Groups of strong women were leading alien beasts and walking corpses. There was no sign of living and working in peace and contentment. Almost all of them were transporting supplies and weapons. They looked like...preparing for war?

Li Cang took out the map that was not very accurate because he had not paid for it and took a look at it: "Why is the atmosphere so strange? They are fighting the walking dead!"

On the Marauder's Map, there is a fairly clear blank area between the blue color that roughly represents the human settlements and the red color of the walking dead. This boundary should be the wall opposite the castle.

"Tsk, here comes another group of people who want to die."

"The last time a subordinate came in was three weeks ago. The track line is set on our side. This is really unusually lucky."

"Isn't that guy Olsen willing to let people come over because he's afraid he's dead?"

"Bet a barrel of rye beer and you won't get any back."

"I bet two buckets, at least two will survive. Oriental faces have always been in line with the governor's taste. He will definitely find a way to keep them, hahaha~"

A group of soldiers wearing black armor and riding oxen suddenly appeared, dispersed the rustling passers-by, and said condescendingly to Li Cang and others: "Outsiders are not allowed to wander around the city. If you settle down, go to the third floor of the Zhongbao to apply for a residence permit, otherwise you will be free."
Chapter completed!
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