Xiao Lin of the apocalypse system

Chapter 236

The big room of more than 100 square meters is cold and damp, and there is a musty smell when you enter, but the whole exhibition hall is only a little bit by Zhang Lao's feet, which looks like a pitiful spark that will go out at any time.

So after answering Mr. Zhang's question, Xiao Lin took out the brazier from the car without hesitation, and brought out a large bundle of neatly packed dry firewood.

003 quickly took a few steps, and took over the work of lighting the fire.

Mr. Zhang looked at 003 again, and felt that the young man with sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed eyes was quite good, and asked with a smile, "What's the kid's name?"

It's really unrestrained and invisible, just like an ordinary old man's behavior when he happened to run into the grandson of his old gay friend upstairs next door while walking in his neighborhood.

003 didn't look up, "Ling Sanhu."

Mr. Zhang didn't feel uncomfortable with this domineering name that had brought down countless capable people and strangers. He nodded naturally, "Well, vulgarity is elegance, a good name, a good name."

So 003 immediately felt that this old man was really good!
"Hey, I think so too!"

He doesn't really understand what vulgarity means elegance, but he does understand the "good names" on both sides!
Reciprocated, 003 asked back in a daze, "What's your name?"

Mr. Zhang didn't think that he was not good at arts and science, and his common language was vulgar. He still smiled and said, "My surname is Zhang. I'm a few decades older than you. If you don't mind, please call me Grandpa Zhang."

The fire rose quickly, and the surrounding space immediately rose several degrees, and the people roasted were warm.

Mr. Zhang let out a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I'm being disrespectful, but I've taken advantage of you."

Because of working in the field all year round, Mr. Zhang suffers from severe arthritis. The snow and rain in the past few days really made him suffer, but he did not have enough heating supplies. The low temperature and humidity are really tormenting.

Wentang's complexion improved a lot as he was roasting by the fire, and he thanked Xiao Lin and the others repeatedly.

Xiao Lin said naturally, "I didn't light the fire for you alone, thank you."

In fact, she and 003 also think that this old man is really good. After several conversations, the old man seems respectable and cute. Now that the two families are close together, otherwise they would have hid in the corner early. It didn't work either.

Both Mr. Zhang and Wentang accepted their affection, so the atmosphere was naturally better.

Because of the rain, 003 put their wet coats aside to dry. Wen Tang looked at it and whispered to Mr. Zhang, "You should roast the legs too."

Mr. Zhang was startled, obviously a little moved, but he glanced at 003 who had already started to take out the pots and pans, but he still refused, "Don't disturb others' dinner."

Wen Tang knew what his scruples were, and he also knew that his proposal was indeed disrespectful to Xiao Lin and the others, but the matter was related to his mentor's health, so he couldn't care less about it.Roast as much as you can, at least to prevent the injury from getting worse.

"I, I know it's really bad to say that," Wen Tang gritted his teeth, and directly bowed to Xiao Lin and 003, "Can I let my tutor roast the legs? I'm afraid it's too much to go on like this."

"Wentang!" The smile on Mr. Zhang's face faded, and his tone became severe.

"But!"

Xiao Lin and 003 looked at each other, a little puzzled, "What's wrong? Isn't it just a fire?"

Wen Tang was overjoyed, but hesitated a little when he reached for the quilt on Zhang Lao's lap.He carefully looked at Xiao Lin and 003, and whispered, "If you are angry, please don't blame Mr. Zhang."

Mr. Zhang pressed the quilt firmly, just not letting the Wentang move.

Xiao Lin and 003 became even more curious, what's going on?Is there anything shady below that won't work?

Xiao Lin blinked, staring at the quilt that really didn't seem to be hiding something, and said surprisingly, "You guys, are you hiding a zombie?"

Wen Tang suddenly widened his eyes, looked at it in disbelief, and then explained incoherently, "No, no, of course not! How is it possible!"

Zombies and the like, they have no time to hide, who would stuff them under the quilt if they can't think about it!

003 scratched his chin, "What's there to hide?"

At this point, Xiao Lin and 003 would not let it go, even if Wen Tang agreed with Mr. Zhang's approach.

Hesitant to speak, it is really itchy.

Mr. Zhang sighed, showing embarrassment, "My disciple, alas, I'm really sorry for you." After a pause, he grabbed the edge of the quilt by himself, and said hesitantly, "Of course there are no zombies, that is, Alas, I hurt my leg, because I couldn't find a doctor or medicine, this, I'm afraid it's a bit ugly now."

After saying this, Xiao Lin and 003 understood, but they didn't care at all.

"We crushed the corpses along the way, so why not worry about it, let's bake it, you will get sick if it's so wet."

All three asked Mr. Zhang to lift the quilt. Mr. Zhang hesitated again and again, but finally exposed his legs.

Although they had already been mentally prepared, Xiao Lin and 003 were still taken aback when they saw the legs under the quilt with their own eyes.

Both of Mr. Zhang's knees were abnormally swollen, not to mention bruised, but the most shocking thing was a huge wound on his right calf that was more than 20 centimeters long and two or three centimeters wide.

I don't know how Mr. Zhang survived the past few days, anyway, Xiao Lin felt that his right calf had also started to ache.

The wound was deep, and it was obvious that it had not been treated well. The entire right calf was so swollen that I couldn't even put on shoes, and even part of the texture had begun to rot. It was yellow, yellow and white, and it looked really disgusting.

The combination of low temperature and infection resulted in bruising around the wound, which was really terrifying.

To be honest, with the wound in this state, the owner of the body still seems to be sane, and he didn't have a fever and fell into a coma. It's really a miracle.

Looking at the tutor's legs, Wen Tang couldn't help but choke up.

He wiped his eye sockets vigorously, carefully moved Zhang Lao's legs again, and then spread out the wet quilt that had begun to grow moss to bake.

"It has been raining for more than ten days in a row, the bedding is wet, and we haven't used enough firewood to burn it. Seeing the state of Zhang Lao's legs, I can't do anything about it!"

(End of this chapter)