Ning Su lay on the comfortable bed for a while, glimpsing a black figure outside through the green leaves.
The bus swayed, and the vines swayed along with it. Amidst the dim green leaves and yellowish light, he stood quietly by the bed, looking down at the sweet potato in his slightly curved fingers.
The light on the roof cast a shadow from his lofty and angular nose, creating a layer of darkness just below his half-closed eyes, where a mysterious transition blended with the darkness within.
Ning Su watched for a while, opened the bed curtain, and pulled Ling Xiao’s sleeve. “Have some.”
He got off the bed, pulled out a basket from underneath, filled with raw and roasted sweet potatoes. “I have a lot stocked up.”
For a zombie who had experienced the apocalypse, having plenty of food was the most reassuring and happiest thing.
He took out a roasted sweet potato from the basket and handed it to Ling Xiao, “Eat.”
Ling Xiao’s gaze moved from the two roasted sweet potatoes in his hand to the basket under the bed.
When the young man had pulled the basket just now, he had also pulled out something green from under the bed.
Ning Su turned to look, “...”
He pushed it back in a bit.
Turning to ask Ling Xiao, “Is your pillow uncomfortable too? Should I modify it for you?”
Revealing the fact that Ling Xiao’s vines were also hidden under the bed, without waiting for Ling Xiao’s reaction, he pulled down Ling Xiao’s pillow.
Mainly because he thought Ling Xiao probably wouldn’t react.
Perhaps the other didn’t have a specific concept of comfort.
Ning Su still wanted him to experience it, to have a slightly more comfortable feeling.
When the two kids heard Ning Su’s words, they immediately came over to help.
Ning Su picked leaves from the vines under the bed, and the two kids put the leaves into the pillowcase.
Unfortunately, the pillowcase hadn’t been washed during the day, but after replacing the hard and old core with fresh leaves, the musty smell significantly reduced.
Ning Su patted it, satisfied, and placed it back on the upper bunk, saying to Ling Xiao, “It’s good now, give it a try.”
With two cooled sweet potatoes in hand, the Flower God returned to the bed.
When his head fell on the pillow, there was an almost imperceptible pause.
Ning Su also lay back down, and as his head rested on the pillow, he heard his heart beat heavily.
Ning Su carefully felt the heartbeat, trying to distinguish whose heart was leading the rhythm.
He touched his chest and quietly asked the two children, “Is the bed comfortable now?”
Gui Sheng: “Mm!”
“Good.” Manman expressed it better than Gui Sheng, saying, “Now, I feel more at ease than before.”
Ning Su blinked, ‘at ease’. That word was just right.
At this moment, he was lying on the lingxiao vine, using the lingxiao leaves as a pillow.
The freshly sun-dried pillowcase carried the scent of sunlight, and slowly, the bitter aroma of grass leaked out from inside—a remarkably comforting and familiar smell.
He had felt this comforting scent since he was two years old.
When Ning Su was in the laboratory, he overheard two girls talking about perfume, discussing the most comforting scents.
One mentioned the scent of a certain brand of children’s milk bath lotion.
The other mentioned the scent of a certain brand of baby powder.
Because these two scents both originated from their childhoods, carrying the deep impressions of their lives, along with the intimate love of their parents.
Ning Su’s most comforting scent was the indescribable freshness of the vine and grass.
Like them, it had the scent of childhood.
Not the scent of parental love during childhood.
However, it carried the taste of food every time he’s hungry, the flavor of life when facing death.
Ning Su adjusted his pillow slightly. At this moment, lying on the lingxiao vine, he felt the same tranquility as when he was driven out of his home and spent the night on the vine during his childhood.
That fragrance surrounded him, with the lingxiao vine beneath him and the lingxiao leaves as his pillow.
And on top, there was another Ling Xiao.
This was something he had never experienced before.
Ning Su had the most peaceful sleep he had ever experienced since he was a child.
In a bus filled with terrifying corpses and a few apprehensive players.
It seemed like even the instance dungeon was deliberately giving him a good night’s sleep; that night, nothing happened to the players on their bus.
As dawn approached, a player died on bus 08.
Having slept for a full eight hours, Ning Su rubbed his eyes, pulled open the curtain above the pillow, and looked outside.
The handling of players’ corpses by the dead had become increasingly proficient. They almost didn’t see as the corpses were quickly carried away, hung on trees after their blood was drained, and then taken to various vehicles.
Just waking up, Ning Su, feeling a bit lazy, didn’t get off. He looked out of the bus window for a while, and then the bell rang.
After the players got on the bus, the bus continued to move forward.
By now, Ning Su was no longer sleepy. He and the two children continued to lie at the window and look outside.
The bus traveled all night and surprisingly continued along the same river, not knowing where it was going.
After watching for a while, Ning Su pulled open two vines and looked outside.
Some players who had endured the night finally felt a bit relieved as dawn approached and closed their eyelids to sleep a little.
Because compared to nighttime, the corpses would prepare to enter a dormant state at dawn.
However, some corpses had already gotten off the bus during the day yesterday, indicating that the corpses were gradually no longer affected by the daylight.
Ning Su saw several corpses not sleeping.
One was the familiar old man. He sat by the bed, took out his vegetable basket from under the bed, touched the dead rooster inside that he hadn’t thrown away yet, and sighed.
Ning Su also saw a very young corpse, about the same age as Fang Qi, sitting against the bus wall. He took out something red from a faded old backpack, delicately caressing it in his hands, a joyful expression emerging on his stiff face.
Ning Su squinted his eyes and, after seeing clearly, was momentarily stunned.
It was a college admission letter.
The font on the red letter was very familiar, and the name of the university was even more familiar.
It was his university.
Ning Su looked at the corpses in the bus again, feeling somewhat complicated.
After dawn, the bus stopped.
Many players had just fallen asleep and hadn’t woken up yet.
Ning Su lay on the bed for a while and then went downstairs with the two children to find something to eat.
After the corpses killed during broad daylight yesterday, fewer players came down today, and even if they did, they no longer spoke freely as before.
They were still by the river, and eating fish for two days without fruits and vegetables wasn’t ideal. Ning Su took the two children to a distant mountain to dig some wild vegetables and pick some fruits.
This round trip took quite some time, and by the time they finished eating, it was already afternoon.
Ning Su placed some wild vegetables and fruits into the old man’s vegetable basket, took a nap in the afternoon, and woke up to find that the bus had already started moving, much earlier than the previous two days.
The bus continued to travel along the seemingly endless river. As nightfall approached, the vehicle suddenly stopped.
“What’s going on?”
“Did someone die again?”
“No, the driver got off.”
Ning Su lay on the comfortable bed for a while, glimpsing a black figure outside through the green leaves.
The bus swayed, and the vines swayed along with it. Amidst the dim green leaves and yellowish light, he stood quietly by the bed, looking down at the sweet potato in his slightly curved fingers.
The light on the roof cast a shadow from his lofty and angular nose, creating a layer of darkness just below his half-closed eyes, where a mysterious transition blended with the darkness within.
Ning Su watched for a while, opened the bed curtain, and pulled Ling Xiao’s sleeve. “Have some.”
He got off the bed, pulled out a basket from underneath, filled with raw and roasted sweet potatoes. “I have a lot stocked up.”
For a zombie who had experienced the apocalypse, having plenty of food was the most reassuring and happiest thing.
He took out a roasted sweet potato from the basket and handed it to Ling Xiao, “Eat.”
Ling Xiao’s gaze moved from the two roasted sweet potatoes in his hand to the basket under the bed.
When the young man had pulled the basket just now, he had also pulled out something green from under the bed.
Ning Su turned to look, “...”
He pushed it back in a bit.
Turning to ask Ling Xiao, “Is your pillow uncomfortable too? Should I modify it for you?”
Revealing the fact that Ling Xiao’s vines were also hidden under the bed, without waiting for Ling Xiao’s reaction, he pulled down Ling Xiao’s pillow.
Mainly because he thought Ling Xiao probably wouldn’t react.
Perhaps the other didn’t have a specific concept of comfort.
Ning Su still wanted him to experience it, to have a slightly more comfortable feeling.
When the two kids heard Ning Su’s words, they immediately came over to help.
Ning Su picked leaves from the vines under the bed, and the two kids put the leaves into the pillowcase.
Unfortunately, the pillowcase hadn’t been washed during the day, but after replacing the hard and old core with fresh leaves, the musty smell significantly reduced.
Ning Su patted it, satisfied, and placed it back on the upper bunk, saying to Ling Xiao, “It’s good now, give it a try.”
With two cooled sweet potatoes in hand, the Flower God returned to the bed.
When his head fell on the pillow, there was an almost imperceptible pause.
Ning Su also lay back down, and as his head rested on the pillow, he heard his heart beat heavily.
Ning Su carefully felt the heartbeat, trying to distinguish whose heart was leading the rhythm.
He touched his chest and quietly asked the two children, “Is the bed comfortable now?”
Gui Sheng: “Mm!”
“Good.” Manman expressed it better than Gui Sheng, saying, “Now, I feel more at ease than before.”
Ning Su blinked, ‘at ease’. That word was just right.
At this moment, he was lying on the lingxiao vine, using the lingxiao leaves as a pillow.
The freshly sun-dried pillowcase carried the scent of sunlight, and slowly, the bitter aroma of grass leaked out from inside—a remarkably comforting and familiar smell.
He had felt this comforting scent since he was two years old.
When Ning Su was in the laboratory, he overheard two girls talking about perfume, discussing the most comforting scents.
One mentioned the scent of a certain brand of children’s milk bath lotion.
The other mentioned the scent of a certain brand of baby powder.
Because these two scents both originated from their childhoods, carrying the deep impressions of their lives, along with the intimate love of their parents.
Ning Su’s most comforting scent was the indescribable freshness of the vine and grass.
Like them, it had the scent of childhood.
Not the scent of parental love during childhood.
However, it carried the taste of food every time he’s hungry, the flavor of life when facing death.
Ning Su adjusted his pillow slightly. At this moment, lying on the lingxiao vine, he felt the same tranquility as when he was driven out of his home and spent the night on the vine during his childhood.
That fragrance surrounded him, with the lingxiao vine beneath him and the lingxiao leaves as his pillow.
And on top, there was another Ling Xiao.
This was something he had never experienced before.
Ning Su had the most peaceful sleep he had ever experienced since he was a child.
In a bus filled with terrifying corpses and a few apprehensive players.
It seemed like even the instance dungeon was deliberately giving him a good night’s sleep; that night, nothing happened to the players on their bus.
As dawn approached, a player died on bus 08.
Having slept for a full eight hours, Ning Su rubbed his eyes, pulled open the curtain above the pillow, and looked outside.
The handling of players’ corpses by the dead had become increasingly proficient. They almost didn’t see as the corpses were quickly carried away, hung on trees after their blood was drained, and then taken to various vehicles.
Just waking up, Ning Su, feeling a bit lazy, didn’t get off. He looked out of the bus window for a while, and then the bell rang.
After the players got on the bus, the bus continued to move forward.
By now, Ning Su was no longer sleepy. He and the two children continued to lie at the window and look outside.
The bus traveled all night and surprisingly continued along the same river, not knowing where it was going.
After watching for a while, Ning Su pulled open two vines and looked outside.
Some players who had endured the night finally felt a bit relieved as dawn approached and closed their eyelids to sleep a little.
Because compared to nighttime, the corpses would prepare to enter a dormant state at dawn.
However, some corpses had already gotten off the bus during the day yesterday, indicating that the corpses were gradually no longer affected by the daylight.
Ning Su saw several corpses not sleeping.
One was the familiar old man. He sat by the bed, took out his vegetable basket from under the bed, touched the dead rooster inside that he hadn’t thrown away yet, and sighed.
Ning Su also saw a very young corpse, about the same age as Fang Qi, sitting against the bus wall. He took out something red from a faded old backpack, delicately caressing it in his hands, a joyful expression emerging on his stiff face.
Ning Su squinted his eyes and, after seeing clearly, was momentarily stunned.
It was a college admission letter.
The font on the red letter was very familiar, and the name of the university was even more familiar.
It was his university.
Ning Su looked at the corpses in the bus again, feeling somewhat complicated.
After dawn, the bus stopped.
Many players had just fallen asleep and hadn’t woken up yet.
Ning Su lay on the bed for a while and then went downstairs with the two children to find something to eat.
After the corpses killed during broad daylight yesterday, fewer players came down today, and even if they did, they no longer spoke freely as before.
They were still by the river, and eating fish for two days without fruits and vegetables wasn’t ideal. Ning Su took the two children to a distant mountain to dig some wild vegetables and pick some fruits.
This round trip took quite some time, and by the time they finished eating, it was already afternoon.
Ning Su placed some wild vegetables and fruits into the old man’s vegetable basket, took a nap in the afternoon, and woke up to find that the bus had already started moving, much earlier than the previous two days.
The bus continued to travel along the seemingly endless river. As nightfall approached, the vehicle suddenly stopped.
“What’s going on?”
“Did someone die again?”
“No, the driver got off.”
