Chapter 627 Neighbors

Jiang Xiner had been at the base for less than a month, and had seen many people die of cold.

Some of them were not dealt with in time after death. After the corpses turned into corpses, even if there were evolvers coming to kill them, the nearby survivors would die in vain.

Jiang Xiner chose to live in this stone house because the stone houses nearby were not occupied.

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"That man is estimated not to die tonight. Judging from his cough, he still has some strength, which is different from the one in the east alley the day before yesterday."

She lit the fire, boiled snow water, and started washing clothes, muttering.

"I'll go and see tomorrow morning, how many days he can hold on."

Jiang Xiner washed the clothes and put them in front of the fire to dry. Then, she took a bath and washed her hair.

She took out a hanging pot.

Put it on the fire.

Throw some plant roots in it and cook...

The next morning, Jiang Xiner's first thing was to go to the next door.

Through the crack of the broken wooden door, Jiang Xiner saw that the fire in the house had gone out.

A tall man was lying on the ground with his legs spread out.

He had white hair covering his face and was motionless.

"Dead?"

Jiang Xiner was in a trance for a while.

She quickly pulled out the butterfly knife that she never left at her waist.

At this moment, her heart was full of regret.

"How could I be so careless? I should have come to chop off his head earlier!"

"It would be best if he had his last breath left."

"That would be the safest way to do it."

However, the 'corpse' showed no signs of corpse transformation.

She carefully observed and found that the man's wrists exposed outside his clothes still looked white.

"It didn't take time for the corpse to transform."

Jiang Xiner's eyes flashed with determination, and she walked forward slowly with courage.

Then he raised it high, and stabbed the butterfly knife in his hand suddenly down...

At this moment, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

"What are you doing?" asked a low voice.

Jiang Xiner was startled, and the butterfly knife in her hand fell to the ground.

She retreated in panic.

"No...I'm not going to kill you, I...just come to visit my neighbor!"

In this cannibalistic outer city, the viciousness of human nature has long been demonstrated vividly.

So she lied.

If the man knew that she just went to chop him, he would probably fight to the death with her.

Although Jiang Xiner often used the butterfly knife to intimidate others, she didn't know why she felt a strong sense of crisis in this man.

It seemed that the extraordinary butterfly knife that was regarded as a prehistoric beast by ordinary survivors was just a toy in his eyes.

"Neighbor?"

The man sat up, the white hair on his forehead fell, revealing a young face.

I have to say that he is very handsome, at least more handsome than most men in the outer city.

He was also the only clean person she had seen in the outer city. His white hair was washed very clean and even tied with a red hairband.

Jiang Xiner was stunned again. When she saw his white hair before, she thought he was an old man.

She quickly bent down, picked up the fallen butterfly knife, and forced herself to be calm.

At this time, the man suddenly smiled gently: "So you are here to visit me, thank you!"

"No... you're welcome."

Jiang Xiner stuttered, and was panicked inside.

Did he really not see it?

Is his brain filled with water, and he can't even see this?

The man started coughing violently again, and he coughed and coughed, and he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiner relaxed all her guard in her heart.

"How many days can you live?" She asked boldly.

This was also the first time that she took the initiative to communicate with a strange man in this military base.

"Are you worried that I will bite you after I die?" Zhao Yin raised his head, and there was a smile hidden in his calm eyes.

Jiang Xiner lowered her head and looked at him, suddenly feeling a little ashamed.

She bit her lower lip, which was now split in half, and felt that she was not doing well.

Her current appearance was her biggest reliance for survival, so why did she feel ugly?

Slowly, she raised her head again: "You are very sick. There is no medicine in the outer city. You should understand that it is difficult to survive, and you have to implicate me."

"But I don't want to die." Zhao Yin said.

Jiang Xiner looked at him incredulously.

If you get sick, you have to die. This is common sense in the entire outer city.

If he said he didn't want to die, could he not die?

"As long as a person can live for another day, he shouldn't think about death. Maybe when I go out, I suddenly pick up a box of medicine, and I can survive, right?" Zhao Yin continued.

He said it seriously, but Jiang Xiner couldn't help laughing.

Although this joke was very sad, she smiled for the first time since her mother left.

Since her mother passed away, Jiang Xiner has been extremely wary of any man.

It can even be said that it is hatred.

But she suddenly felt that this guy who was greedy for life to the point of perversion was different from all the men in the outer city.

But... what does this have to do with her?

"If you want to die, remember to tell me in advance so that I can chop off your head in advance. It will be good for both you and me."

Jiang Xiner said, turned around and walked out.

Behind her, there was another cough from the man.

She returned to the stone house, cooked some food and ate it, then went out with a woven bag, and headed to the safe area outside the city as usual.

For ordinary survivors, in addition to feeding themselves, they also have to hand over some plant roots to the city managers.

The long winter now requires the evolvers in the inner city to mix mutant crops with plant roots to barely fill their stomachs.

Another day of hard work, Jiang Xiner's harvest is several times that of ordinary survivors because of the butterfly knife.

Only she can fill her stomach with plant roots.

Carrying the harvest, she returned home again with a full load.

When passing by the stone house of the white-haired man, she heard his cough again.

Still so powerful!

No signs of dying.

Jiang Xiner was slightly relieved, opened the door and entered the house. As usual, after tidying up, she started to make a fire and cook plant roots.

As the fire crackled, she gradually warmed her hands and feet.

Just as she picked up the bowls and chopsticks, fished out the cooked food in the hanging pot, and prepared to eat...

Dongdongdong!

The door was suddenly knocked.

Jiang Xiner subconsciously grasped the butterfly knife beside her, came to the wooden door, and saw through the crack of the door that it was the white-haired man.

"Get out of here!" Jiang Xiner said coldly.

Since entering this base, no one has ever approached her stone house.

This made her feel a sense of crisis.

"Ahem...!"

The man suddenly coughed again.

In the wind and snow, his white hair drooped, and his whole body was shaky.

After a long while, he said, "I want to eat something hot."

Jiang Xiner looked at him.

He was a man, and he broke into her house without permission.

She should have been very vigilant against him, but inexplicably, her heart softened.

"Forget it, he's going to die anyway, and I won't lose much if I give him a bite."

At this moment, Jiang Xiner thought that she must be crazy.

So much so that she felt sympathy for a man.

She found an excuse for herself. This man was so weak that he could be killed with one knife, and there was no threat.