Li Cang started moving, picking a random direction.
This Floating Island was roughly oval-shaped, appearing to be only one to two-point-something kilometers in diameter, but its height from the Island base to the upper surface was a staggering thousand-plus meters, which was truly astonishing.
The buildings on the Island were relatively well-preserved, not collapsed beyond recognition.
“Wait a minute… Isn’t this the Salt River Development Zone??”
The layout of Jingyuan Community, with its three tall and two short buildings, was clearly etched in Li Cang’s memory; how could he not remember? He had just “splurged” 700,000 yuan on a down payment for this miniature community before he was admitted to the Second Hospital!
The Salt River Second Hospital was just a few hundred meters away from Jingyuan Community!
“Good heavens, so I’m just a pure unlucky fellow, am I?”
If the hospital room hadn’t cracked like that, wouldn’t he be living a comfortable life on this giant, resource-rich Floating Island now?
This suffering, it was so inexplicable.
But then Li Cang had another thought: that’s not right!
Although the Development Zone had fewer residents, Zhao Suiliang had just said he only observed about 600 monsters.
Where are the people?
Where did those humans go?
Li Cang discarded the dangerous thoughts in his mind and quickly ran along the asphalt road, which was full of huge gaps, soon reaching the area with buildings.
He directed Big Corpse Bro to casually pull out a one-inch thick rebar from a collapsed building by the roadside for self-defense.
Most ordinary people’s homes had limited supplies, so Li Cang had no interest in searching them.
“Qingyun Grain and Oil Subsidiary Foods”
This was a two-story self-built building, its sign already very old.
A huge crack had split the small building into two parts, leaning outwards in a V-shape.
The small shop was of the self-operated kind; it not only sold rice, noodles, grains, oil, subsidiary foods, and general merchandise, but also baby products, common hardware, and even fruits and vegetables—it was truly well-stocked.
The shop door was wide open, bags of rice, noodles, grains, and oil were scattered all over the floor, and the fruits and vegetables had long rotted away, with no signs of anyone having scavenged there.
Li Cang couldn’t help but frown.
With so many residential communities around, were there really no hidden survivors?
One must know that Jingyuan Community alone, where he bought a place, had over seven hundred permanent households.
He and Big Corpse Bro alone couldn’t carry back too many things.
There was indeed a small box truck parked in front of the shop, and the key was still in it.
But Li Cang didn’t dare to touch it; the engine noise of that thing was too loud.
Instead, the almost new three-wheeled bicycle next to it made Li Cang overjoyed; it could easily carry several hundred kilograms of rice, noodles, grains, and oil, and pedaling it made almost no noise—this thing was probably the owner’s beloved possession, its bearings must have been meticulously maintained.
This thing was not difficult to ride, and Big Corpse Bro’s wooden head could easily handle it, saving Li Cang a lot of effort.
Upon reaching the edge of the Floating Island, Big Corpse Bro carried the supplies and delivered them back to the Island along the cliff.
Li Cang discovered that the ground of other people’s Floating Islands was level with this giant Island, but only his was embedded on the cliff a thousand-plus meters below.
Hmm.
That’s good; he didn’t have to worry about anyone eyeing his ready-made supplies.
Even if they wanted to get something for nothing, there was no way to carry the items from the bottom of a thousand-meter cliff back to their own Island; they could only stare enviously.
After several trips, Big Corpse Bro was already very skilled at riding the three-wheeled bicycle himself and delivering goods, so Li Cang simply stopped following him and searched in a small area around the grain and oil store.
Gas station, tobacco shop, digital store, clothing store, fabric store, luggage store, hardware store, fishing tackle store, plumbing and electrical supplies store, agricultural supply store…
The urban-rural fringe, or more accurately, the not-yet-fully-developed Development Zone, was excellent in this regard; though small, it had everything.
In short, anything not too far away was not overlooked.
He even paused for a moment in front of a glass display case in a gold shop but didn’t dare to smash it; he couldn’t find where the alarm device and backup power were—
He wasn’t sure if smashing this thing would set off a loud alarm or quietly connect to the police station.
After all, he had no experience in this area; he really wanted to find a professional who had smashed one before for some advice.
Uh, if it was the former, then his 120-plus catties would probably be directly left there.
Li Cang was already satisfied just by rummaging through the already open and broken cabinets for a pile of odds and ends.
He had never held so much gold in his arms in his life.
So heavy.
Too bad there weren’t any decent luxury stores nearby.
Big Corpse Bro went back and forth dozens of times, completely tireless, like a war god modified from a perpetual motion machine.
The only thing Li Cang couldn’t figure out was that he hadn’t seen a single person.
Not even a single Corpse.
“If it weren’t too far, I’d really like to ‘go home’ and see; I hadn’t even had a chance to see the house after the renovation before I went into the Second Hospital, huh??”
Staring in the direction of the Salt River Second Hospital, Li Cang’s pupils instantly dilated.
The Salt River Second Hospital hadn’t collapsed!
There wasn’t even a crack; it stood there perfectly intact!
A cold sweat instantly coated Li Cang’s back.
If the Second Hospital hadn’t collapsed, then where did my hospital room, my Floating Island, come from??
Li Cang scrambled up a self-built building, standing on the roof of the third floor to look.
The hospital room he had previously stayed in, located near the corner, had perfectly intact windows, perfectly intact walls, and even the apple tree was growing perfectly in front of the hospital room window.
“Hiss… This…”
He gasped, almost drinking his fill of cold air.
An inexplicable dread welled up in his heart, his scalp prickling as if electrified.
Run!
Run quickly!
If he didn’t run now, he’d be in big trouble that even a barbecue couldn’t fix!
Li Cang didn’t move an inch.
He always felt that something even cuter than first love was waiting for him over there.
He really wanted to go and see.
If this were any random horror movie, a script written like this would at least result in a platoon’s worth of deaths.
But this is a serious book, so there’s no need to worry about the author’s special preferences escalating to the level of character household registration.
Moreover, Li Cang ultimately couldn’t resist that extremely strange tremor in his heart.
Yes, it was that kind of stubbornness, knowing your girl is a green tea, yet still bravely rushing to your doom, wanting a passionate first love.
One person, one Corpse, two iron rods.
Perhaps four.
Whatever, it’s useless for now anyway; after all, fencing is also physical labor, and currently, nutrition isn’t keeping up.
In short, he carried the rebar and bravely pedaled the three-wheeled bicycle, step by step, towards the Salt River Second Hospital.
Li Cang didn’t dare to take the main road.
He saw a small group of monsters, even taller and mightier than Big Corpse Bro, lingering in front of a “Same City Seafood Express” shop from afar, so he detoured into a small alley, heading towards the back door of the Second Hospital.
The process was very smooth.
Just after turning a corner, Li Cang and Big Corpse Bro were blocked in a T-shaped alley by two monsters, one in front and one behind.
The alley was no wider than a small car, with residential houses and courtyard walls over 2.5 meters high on both sides.
“Damn, which scoundrel embedded broken glass on the top of the wall…”
Li Cang’s hand was covered in blood, and he grimaced.
The two monsters were completely different from Big Corpse Bro’s state; their bodies were extremely distorted, their two arms and two legs seemed to have their own ideas, growing unevenly, and tattered clothes hung on their bodies, revealing patches of bruised and festering skin.
If Li Cang called Big Corpse Bro’s original scale-armored state “monster,” then these two were at most the moaning Walking Dead from movies.
There was no way to run.
He strategically scorned the enemy, cheering himself on.
“They’re just weaklings; I’ll deal with them in minutes.”
The two Walking Dead vaguely retained basic human forms, which undoubtedly made Li Cang, who was once their fellow kind, very uncomfortable—by the way, was it only himself who became like this, or would everyone become like this?
He licked his lips.
“Brothers, how about we pretend nothing happened? Let’s just live our own lives, okay?”
The answer was clearly no.
The two Walking Dead showed extreme craving and aggression towards the continuously flowing blood on Li Cang’s hand, and with their uneven legs, they stumbled forward with an unrecognizing gait, launching an attack.
Not only that, but they also let out shrill wails as they charged.