Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book

anded out her bowl and ate the instant noodles with shredded kelp, and it finally had a bit more flavor.

 

After eating, she took the initiative to wash the dishes, which was rare.

 

Due to the fear of using water too fast, they were particularly economical when washing dishes.
The used water was poured into the corner and the bowl was returned to the diesel stove.

 

After finishing all of this, she was about to lie down and suddenly thought of an embarrassing thing.

 

“How do we use the toilet?”

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The basement is about 50 square meters, which has been filled with various supplies, leaving little room for their activities.
Where can they make a toilet?

 

Lu Qiming also forgot about this and when she mentioned it, he thought about it and looked at the corner using the flashlight.

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“Up here.”

 

He moved the things around him, came back and said, “That corner will be used as our toilet in the future.”

 

It’s fine to only live here for a day or two, but in case the zombies won't leave for half a month.
If they were gonna spend half a month here and used that corner as their toilet, the picture of that corner…
vomit!

 

Jiang Miaomiao almost vomited after thinking about it, she muttered: “It would be better to turn on the gas if I knew this earlier.”

 

Lu Qiming didn't speak.
She was full and sleepy.
They became the most qualified pigs in the end of the world, so she continued to sleep.

 

Waking up again, she heard a knocking sound in her ears.

 

Jiang Miaomiao searched for the flashlight for a long time and there was a light in the corner.

 

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Lu Qiming shone the flashlight at her.
The light was so dazzling that she subconsciously covered her eyes and he immediately retracted the light.

 

Jiang Miaomiao asked: “What are you doing?”

 

“Digging a pit.”

 

“Why dig a pit?”

 

“In this way, sewage and excrement won't flow around at least.
I will pile up the excavated soil next to it and then we will use it to cover our waste.
I'll use the rest of the wooden board as a cover later.
No need to cover it normally.”

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Jiang Miaomiao ran over in surprise.

 

“But can this floor be dug?”

 

She had tried it before and broke all her hands, but failed to make a hole.

 

Lu Qiming looked proud.

 

“You see what this is?”

 

Jiang Miaomiao had already walked to his side.
She looked in the direction of his finger and there was a pit about the size of a washbasin on the ground.

 

“I'll dig it a little deeper and it'll work.”

 

Lu Qiming said and gave her the flashlight.
He picked up the hammer and chisel again.

 

Jiang Miaomiao couldn't help holding his hands to examine them closely, she's suspecting that his bones were made of iron.

 

The other party's hands are very large and warm, because he was working, his skin was sweaty.

 

He said with a smile, “Are you adoring me?”

 

She immediately flung his hands away, “Come on, I'm just going to see how thick your skin is.”

 

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, “I was a small white face for a while and now I'm thick skin.
I really have it hard.”

 

Jiang Miaomiao said: “Who allowed you to always fool me and not tell the truth?”

 

Lu Qiming shrugged and diverted the topic.

 

“Go back and lie down.
Don't block my light.”

 

Jiang Miaomiao refused to leave, “I'll help.”

 

“Not getting in the way here is your biggest help.”

 

…Since he had said this, she was more comfortable being idle.

 

Jiang Miaomiao returned to her quilt and habitually wanted to get something to eat, but the ghost story he told appeared in her mind and her hand silently shrunk back.  She closed her eyes and counted the number of times he dug the soil.

 

1, 2, 3…

 

When she reached 453, Lu Qiming was done.
He washed his face and hands with cold water, and came back to lie down to rest.

 

It didn't take long for the instant noodles to be digested and they started cooking again.

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There was no sunlight in the basement and there was no way to tell between day and night.

 

The only one who could judge the time was Jiang Miaomiao's watch.

 

She would draw a line on the concrete wall every 12 hours.
When she reached the 8th line, she felt that she's close to going crazy.

 

Before moving in, her life was boring yet tolerable.

 

Now there's no sunlight, no vegetables and even the air was turbid.
The calligraphy and painting that she was tired of doing before has now become a luxury.

 

She stared at the bathtub and even fantasized the zombies pushing it and rushing in, so that she will have a reason to ignite all the diesel to end this life.

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Lu Qiming was much calmer than her.
He cooks, eats and sleeps on time every day, and even insists on lifting buckets to exercise every day.
He's very adapted to this kind of pig like lifestyle.

 

When the mark reached the 11th line, Jiang Miaomiao leaned against the wall and began to talk to herself.

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Lu Qiming put the buckets down, wiped his sweat and sat beside her with the peach blossoms.

 

“Let's make a bet.”

 

“Bet on what?” She raised her head happily.

 

“Bet on how long the zombie tide will pass.”

 

Lu Qiming was full of confidence, “I'm guessing that there are at most three days left.”

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Jiang Miaomiao raised her ears and listened to the movement outside.

 

Since she moved into the basement, she always heard something ringing on the ground and it's estimated that the zombies had entered the Villa long ago.

 

These days, the movements have gradually become larger and more frequent.
Obviously, the number of zombies had increased and they were desperately looking for food.

 

She shook her head, “You can't talk so fast.”

 

“How many days are you guessing?” 

 

Jiang Miaomiao estimated a number and was about to say that when she thought that the stakes weren't mentioned, she asked:

 

“If you win, what will you give me?”

 

Lu Qiming said: “I will bring you all the jewelry from the jewelry store.”

 

The other party obviously likes jewelry.
She's still wearing that necklace, but she just doesn't admit it.

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Jiang Miaomiao was really moved, “I guess there are only ten days left.”

 

“Well, what if you lose?”

 

She thought about it carefully, but found that she didn't have anything on hand, so she had to ask him.

    

“What do you want?”

 

Lu Qiming touched her head in the dark.

 

“I want you to think about what to do when you're in danger, instead of dying right away.”