Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

Chapter 392 - 341: Ju Mumio and Xiaoling

"There’s something I’m very curious about, who taught you your kung fu? I couldn’t tell your style, but it’s very practical and impressive!"

Zhang Su generously acknowledged the other’s strength.

However, after hearing this question, Ju Mumio fell silent, looked out the window for a while, and then spoke again.

"She said... it’s the family legacy of Sword Dao."

"Sword Dao? Come on, I’ve seen Japan’s Sword Dao style, and it’s nothing like what you just used."

Zhang Su shook his head, not believing Ju Mumio’s words, and couldn’t help but picture a green algae head. Setting anime aside, even real-life movies have portrayed Japan’s Sword Dao, which is entirely different.

"She said... I’m not lying. This is an internal legacy of the Ju Clan. It’s normal you haven’t seen it. But to limit it to Sword Dao isn’t accurate; it’s more fitting to call it Ju’s Martial Arts."

After listening, Zhang Su smirked. How did it turn into that family legacy routine, especially when the other spoke so earnestly as if leading a pyramid scheme? He didn’t plan to ask further. Knowing she’s powerful is enough; learning her skills is the key!

Soon, the car drove to the village entrance, where a dilapidated, blood-stained stone monument bore the three big characters: Huang Family Tenant. It’s uncertain if it’s a coincidence, but the "Family Tenant" characters were quite blurred, while the "Huang" looked like it was soaked in fresh blood, standing out vividly.

A very small village, and the locals seemed to live under poor conditions. Many farmhouses were old mud houses, mostly built after the Tang City earthquake era. Only a few houses were rebuilt with new concrete structures.

Following Ju Mumio’s indicated route, Zhang Su cautiously moved forward. The whole village was desolate, with some corpses discarded by the roadside. Some were frozen midway through decay, naturally human corpses; zombie corpses, however, were well-preserved.

He consistently observed along the way, not forgetting his original purpose: to find the Venom Zombie. Unfortunately, he found neither living nor dead Venom Zombies.

When the car reached a two-story building, Ju Mumio called to stop the car.

"What kind of magic formation is this..."

Zhang Su felt amused and speechless seeing the building’s yard walls adorned with zombies hung by the neck outside, their heads pierced through. Their toes barely touched the ground, arms hanging powerlessly, making the scene seem so eerie.

"She said... hanging zombies outside the wall can reduce the chances of being spotted by zombies to some extent."

"Really?"

Zhang Su was skeptical about this conclusion, but even if it worked, it wouldn’t be significant unless it was 100% effective. It might aid lone survivors or few individuals but was largely irrelevant for larger camps.

"Even if it blocks zombies, it indirectly signals other people there are survivors here. I think it’s completely unnecessary."

After living over three months in the post-apocalyptic world, Zhang Su felt humans were scarier than zombies, excluding those transformed monsters like 003, 004.

Ju Mumio heard Zhang Su’s words, tightened her lips, contemplated briefly, and spoke short words.

"She said... makes sense..." Su Xiaoya muttered, her expression peculiar.

"Let’s go, get off the car, and see how your companion is doing."

Zhang Su didn’t linger on the zombie matter, opened the door, and stepped down.

Everyone arrived at the yard gate, and Zhang Su retrieved a set of keys from Ju Mumio’s bag, tossed them to her, clearly implying to open the door.

He could do it himself, but seeing the zombies hanging on both sides of the yard, felt it was too sinister. Maybe there were some malicious Japan-style traps inside. Letting her open it seemed more reliable.

Ju Mumio’s wrists were bound, but it didn’t stop her from unlocking the door while speaking.

"She said... I hope she knows it’s me returning and doesn’t get scared. If you’re worried about traps, you can communicate with her in your country’s language."

"Really meticulous..." Lu Yubo quipped sourly beside him; he was displeased with Ju Mumio in every way.

Zhang Su also smirked, shook his head, and said, "A little shock is no big deal. How do I know if you share some secret code? What if hearing you’re back is the code? Hurry up and open the door, don’t dawdle."

Hearing Zhang Su’s words, Ju Mumio sighed in resignation, frowning as sharp as a sword blade, and twisted the lock to open the yard gate.

Looking inside, the yard’s situation was vastly different from outside, clean and tidy...

Outside, every few meters hung a zombie, like an Asura Hell Scene, whereas inside it felt like a paradise in the apocalypse.

Zhang Su thought it’d be hard to find a place to step inside, constantly wary of traps. Surprisingly, it looked clean; everything on the cement ground was clear at a glance.

"Did you two set this place up nicely, planning to stay long-term?"

Walking into the yard, Zhang Su didn’t relax his vigilance, glanced around, but essentially ruled out any threat in his mind.

There were no imagined traps or mechanisms; outside the windows were arranged pots of green plants, with pretty window flowers adorning them, creating a lively atmosphere.

"She said... Xiaoling’s injury is severe, unable to move, planning to spend the winter here."

"Xiaoling..." Zhang Su muttered the name, gestured at the house, and said, "Take us to see your companion."

Ju Mumio led the six people towards the west chamber, opened the door to enter the living room first. The opulent living room boasted complete furniture like sofas, coffee tables, TV cabinets, indicating this family was somewhat wealthy. The large TV was at least 100 inches, not appearing small even in a living room of over 30-40 square meters.

The furniture was not the standout feature, but the huge pile of wine bottles and boxes in the corner, along with large specifications of barrel grain alcohol.

"Xiaojuzi..."

As everyone stepped into the living room, Zhang Su’s ears perked at a faint call from the adjacent room. He could distinctly see his companions had no obvious reaction, but Ju Mumio’s eyes lit up, clearly, her hearing was sharper than average!

"This woman’s quite amazing..." Zhang Su observed Ju Mumio smiling subtly for the first time, contemplating.

"She said... it’s me; I’ve brought a few nearby survivors back. They’ve agreed to help treat your injuries."

While speaking, Ju Mumio pushed open the bedroom door, warm air rushing in; there was heating in the room.

"Your... your hands, why, why are they tied?"

The woman inside leaned against the stove, and as soon as Ju Mumio entered, she immediately noticed the anomaly.

Ju Mumio pointed to Zhang Su, walking in with her, and briefly expressed the reason in Japanese to the woman in bed. The gist was they distrusted me, so tying up was necessary vigilance, but they’re not malicious, here to treat your wounds...

Having lived together for some time, Xiaoling could understand some Japanese. After grasping the explanation, the anxiety on her pale cheeks gradually faded, her lifeless eyes turned to Zhang Su and his group, her almost bloodless lips moved slightly, saying.

"Thank you."

Zhang Su didn’t respond, glancing at the bedridden woman. She lay weakly against the wall, seemingly around thirty years old. But in the post-apocalyptic world, everyone appeared older than they were; her real age might be five or six years younger.

Her hair was oily, tied casually for tidiness’s sake. Covered under the blanket, her upper body seemed fine, naturally indicating the issue was with the lower body, explaining Ju Mumio’s comment about her difficulty moving.

Feeling the temperature inside, over 40 degrees difference from outdoors, Zhang Su slowly removed his coat, walked to the room’s center, sniffed the air, sensing a mixture of disinfectant and alcohol scents. Even when bedridden, it didn’t smell unpleasant, indicating Ju Mumio’s care for Xiaoling was meticulous.