Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

Chapter 185 The Bizarre Post-Apocalyptic World 2

Mo Ying took off his protective suit and said, "We seem to be in a town. The people in the town all seem normal so far, probably just ordinary people. However, they are all busy steaming buns. But this world is a bit strange. I don't know if it's because of the small world's consciousness, but my cultivation was suppressed as soon as I left the restaurant, and the spiritual energy in my body was also imprisoned and I can't use it. I'm like an ordinary person who has never cultivated."

Everyone listened with furrowed brows.

"So, this so-called apocalyptic world is quite bizarre."

Liao Zhuang speculated, "Could this be the end of an era for a cultivation world, with monsters outside that suck away people's spiritual energy? Is that why we can't use spiritual energy?"

Mo Ying frowned, shook his head, and said, "It doesn't seem like it. If there were a monster that sucked away people's spiritual energy, there should be fluctuations of spiritual energy, but I couldn't sense a trace of spiritual energy outside."

Lin Xiaoqian pondered for a moment and said, "Let's wander around the town first. Since the people outside are all ordinary people, there shouldn't be any danger. Let's go ask them."

Jiang Shuang couldn't help but add, "If anything seems amiss, everyone immediately teleport back to the restaurant, especially you, Xiao Qian."

Lin Xiaoqian nodded.

This time, the group left the restaurant together.

Because of the white fog outside, visibility was very low. The five people each held a light stick and slowly groped their way to the side.

Zhuang Damao also took a moment to look at his feet and said, "Is this ground paved with stone slabs?"

Mo Ying said, "It looks like there's a commercial street at the entrance, surrounded by shops."

The system's locations in the small world are mostly on commercial streets.

Before long, they came across the first shop. The door of the shop was half open, and it was impossible to tell what it sold. However, the inside was steaming, and steam from the steamer kept wafting out of the doorway.

Zhuang Damao stepped forward, knocked on the door, and shouted, "Is anyone home?"

After a while, a short, stout middle-aged man came out, his hands covered in flour.

He frowned, looked everyone up and down, and asked, "Are you survivors that Xiao Lixin brought back? Why aren't you at home quietly steaming buns instead of running around everywhere?"

Liao Zhuang approached and said, "Hello, brother. We are indeed new here, but we don't know the rules here. We'd like to ask you for some information." As he spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man saw the cigarette in his hand and waved his hand: "I don't smoke. I quit before the end of the world."

He waved to the group, saying, "I'm busy steaming buns, come in and talk to me."

He then turned and walked into the house.

Lin Xiaoqian and the others exchanged glances, then followed the man into the house.

There were six or seven tables inside, covered with steamed buns. Judging from the decorations, this place used to be a small restaurant.

The man led them into the restaurant's kitchen, where a middle-aged woman was making steamed buns, and a little girl of about eight years old was helping to roll out the dough, her face covered in flour.

Seeing the long line of people following behind the man, the woman and the little girl looked at him with curiosity.

The man explained, "A new survivor." Then he returned to the worktable, kneading the dough while asking Lin Xiaoqian and the others, "Didn't Xiao Li tell you what you were supposed to do here when she brought you back?"

Liao Zhuang chuckled and said, "Ah, maybe I forgot."

"Maybe they've forgotten because there are so many people in town," the middle-aged man muttered. "My name is Zheng Dayong, you can call me Brother Yong. Over there are my wife Li Li and my daughter Xiao Wan."

After exchanging greetings, Li Li and Xiao Wan, both introverted and not talkative, nodded to everyone after greeting them and then continued working.

Zheng Dayong continued, "This survivor base was built entirely by Xiao Li, and he also discovered the method to fight the zombies. He's a kind and good kid, always out searching for survivors..."

It's a zombie world!

Lin Xiaoqian and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

"Who would have thought that those zombies outside would be afraid of the steam from steamed buns? So, our biggest task here every day is to steam buns, steam as many as possible, and make sure there's as much steam as possible outside, so the zombies won't dare to come..."

The word 'outrageous' began to appear in the eyes of Lin Xiaoqian and the others.

Fighting zombies with the steam from steamed buns?

Is this a zombie or a mud figure?

Zheng Dayong seemed like a quiet and reserved person, but when he started talking, he was very talkative. Before Lin Xiaoqian and the others could even ask him for details, he had basically learned about the situation at the base.

The base is located in a town and currently has about three thousand people.

Every morning, the ingredients for making steamed buns would be placed at their door. After receiving the ingredients, they would start steaming the buns. In order to generate enough steam to drive away the zombies, they needed to keep steaming the buns until they went to bed at night, and then continue this cycle the next day.

"Don't think this job is boring. Here you don't have to be afraid of being eaten by zombies, and there are endless steamed buns. Think about those who are still outside, hiding from zombies and not knowing where their next meal is. Then you'll realize how lucky you are."

Lin Xiaoqian glanced at the table outside, which was piled high with steamed buns, and couldn't help but ask, "Can we really finish all these steamed buns?"

“Of course we can’t finish them.” Zheng Dayong gave Lin Xiaoqian a look that said, ‘Does this even need asking?’ and then said, “It’s okay if we can’t finish them. Just put the uneaten buns at the door before going to bed tonight, and Xiao Li will take them to the survivors outside.”

It's Xiao Li again. Lin Xiaoqian and the others have heard this name more than once.

This person sounds amazing. They established a survivor base, discovered a way to fight zombies, and more importantly, in a zombie apocalypse, they managed to get ingredients to steam buns for everyone in the base.

Several people were eager to inquire about Xiao Li's situation, but Zheng Dayong stared at them with wide eyes and said, "Xiao Li is Xiao Li, that's what we all call him. He's originally from this town. It seems like he grew up here. I've only been here for less than a year, and I'm busy steaming buns all day long, so I don't have time to pry into other people's private affairs."

At this point, Zheng Dayong seemed a little angry. "You're all asking so many questions here, are you just being lazy and not wanting to steam buns? Let me tell you, you can't be so lazy living here. Xiao Li saved you and took you in. You're part of the base now. Such a peaceful life is so rare. Don't take it for granted."