It was night.
Lu Chuan, who finished arming the zombies, was finally able to return to the modern rented suite.
In the end of the world, even eating is a problem.
Unable to carry items from the modern world, Lu Chuan could not get anything to eat in the post-apocalyptic world for the time being.
The neighborhood is full of top-notch shopping malls, where there are a lot of luxury goods, but there is almost nothing to eat. A luxurious restaurant on the top floor, expecting their food not to go bad in five years?
"Huh?"
It was only when he arrived in modern times that Lu Chuan realized that something was wrong.
The zombie uncle, which had been sitting upright before, was in a state of uneasiness, it stood up, revealing a kind of grumpiness, and wandered around in the suite.
It was not just it, it was Zhou Yinghao and the others, who also had some annoyance.
Lu Chuan felt the cold hairs stand up, how scary would a riotous zombie them be?
"Sit down!"
Without hesitation, Lu Chuan issued the command.
Fortunately, without any hesitation, the zombie uncle and all of them sat straight back on the chair again. Just from the low roars they let out from time to time, it was still evident that they were not calm.
What in the world is the reason?
Lu Chuan was also a little confused, and did not know what had happened to them.
Lu Chuan can't afford not to pay attention to this situation, this is a zombie ah, in case they go berserk, will they bear the brunt of the attack, or will they attack humans?
Even if the virus has been isolated, biting and scratching people is still a troublesome thing.
"This ......"
It was only when Lu Chuan carefully observed the zombie uncle and them that he realized what the problem was.
Hungry zombies: having lost the virus that was able to photosynthesize to provide energy, the zombies were still zombies, but they needed another form of energy supplementation.
This line of information was floating above the heads of the zombie uncle and the five of them.
Lu Chuan suddenly realized.
He had been testing the question of whether the zombie uncle needed to eat or not before, and now he finally had a result.
Calculating before and after, it took more than a week for the zombie uncle to show his hungry form.
The fact that they would be cranky was from starvation.
Without energy, it would have an emotional effect on them.
The zombie uncle they appeared in modern times, had been isolated from the virus by the biochemical factory. Having lost the virus, the zombies need another form of energy.
Obviously, in modern times, it could only be one way to eat, no different from a human.
"The zombies in the post-apocalyptic world can be active for several years, dare I say it's because of this one virus at work."
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A simple piece of information, but it revealed quite a lot.
For example, the virus that caused the emergence of the end times, it could photosynthesize and provide energy to the zombies, thus making the zombies into perpetual motion machine like monsters. The virus itself, which is a kind of energy, is enough to support the zombies' actions for up to several years without sunlight.
With sunlight, the virus transforms energy, without sunlight, the virus instinctively provides energy.
This combination is what makes the zombie's life almost eternal.
No wonder some zombies can lurk in houses for years and years, but still climb up and become alive when the breath of life is attracted.
............
Not far beyond the Linhai neighborhood, there was a night market street.
With the zombie uncles in tow, the group appeared at one of the late-night snack stalls that didn't seem to have a large clientele.
"Boss, come with thirty fried noodles."
Lu Chuan sat down, and was voicing out.
The zombie uncles, they sat around the table, their boarded backs straight. The lighting effect here was very poor, but no one noticed their empty eyes, as well as their cold face without a trace of emotion.
Thirty servings of fried noodles was not an exaggeration, Lu Chuan knew the appetite of the zombies.
The boss here, was a bit confused.
Six people, thirty servings of fried noodles, five servings per person?
Even a king of appetite may not be able to finish it.
If you have business and don't do it, you're a bastard.
The owner of the late-night snack stall answered, and began to turn up the heat, put the oil to heat up, as a piece of meat into the pot, in the stir-fry, came a strong flavor.
A portion of fried noodles came out of the pot and was served up again.
"Eat!"
At Lu Chuan's command, the zombie uncle and the others were the ones who started to move, and one by one, they grabbed their chopsticks and desperately stuffed the fried noodles into their mouths. Looking at their wretched appearance, it was as if they were starving ghosts.
The little brother in charge of the waiter was surprised by the five young and old.
These fried noodles were just out of the pot, steaming hot, and they were devouring them like this, weren't they afraid of being hot?
What surprised the waiter even more was their speed.
A plate of fried noodles, but just a few mouthfuls, swept away.
Not to mention the waiter, Lu Chuan, was also shocked. How hungry does one have to be to have this fighting strength?
For the zombies will not be afraid of hot, they are completely cloaked in human form monster, this point of hot, simply not in their eyes. A monster that didn't even have a problem with a few stabs to the heart, would expect to be scalded?
Thirty servings of fried noodles, almost as soon as they came up, were devoured by them.
The boss was so busy that his hands were shaking, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of the five of them.
Seeing that the thirty fried noodles were finished, the zombie uncle and they were still not satisfied, Lu Chuan had to call for another thirty.
Is a bit shocking.
............
"Zombies also need to eat."
Lu Chuan sighed.
Sixty one fried noodles, ten dollars per serving, this meal alone six hundred and ten dollars went in.
Sixty of those servings were taken care of by their five eaters, twelve servings for one zombie. The remaining portion was Lu Chuan's own dinner. Lu Chuan knew that they could eat, but he did not expect that it would be this much.
Calling them foodies was already underestimating them.
What king of appetizers, probably couldn't compare to their level.
Sixty servings was the number Lu Chuan called. In fact, Lu Chuan knew that they could still eat, like a bottomless pit.
Sixty servings was already putting the boss and Little Brother in a bit of a trance, if they ate more, maybe they would call the police, this was simply beyond the definition of human.
This meal made Lu Chuan understand zombies them more.
One week, was a warning line for the zombie uncles. During this one time, they will not have problems, everything will be as usual.
Ten days, during this period of time, the zombies would experience all types of emotions, such as restlessness.
Fifteen days, if the zombies don't eat, they are unable to maintain the energy consumption of their muscles, which will slowly cause the muscles to fall off.
Twenty days, as the muscles fall off, and finally become just a skeleton, forming death.
Put on the human body, do not eat or drink, three days are unbearable. With six or seven days, starving to death would not be a problem.
However, the zombies can carry on for twenty days.
From this, it was clear how horrible the zombies' ability to survive was.
Before the zombie uncles, they were in the period of a week just after, irritability, restlessness and so on, appeared one by one. Further hungry, but out of control, they raw nibble people may not be impossible.
A meal of six, seven hundred, seems to be expensive, but shared to five zombies on the body, but also spread to a week, the zombies are not imagined so difficult to raise.
With Lu Chuan's current financial strength, with a zombie in the end of the world to work hard to earn money for themselves, the zombie uncle to afford them five, not a problem.