Rebirth before Apocalypse: My Whole Family are Bigshots!-Chapter 282 - 382: Time to Go Home for Dinner

On the not too wide and not too narrow path, two rows of delicate pink peach blossoms are planted on each side.

The peach trees, bathed in the bright sun, drop their delicate pink flowers one by one with a gentle breeze.

It forms a shower of pink peach blossoms.

A thick layer of peach blossoms is spread on the ground.

On the beautiful country path, menacing zombies with vacant eyes are slowly moving forward.

The pink shower of peach blossoms falls on the zombies’ shoulders, hair, and decaying faces.

Even when peach blossoms stick to their decaying faces, they show no reaction, no itchiness, continuing their vacant gaze forward.

There are over a hundred zombies, enough to be considered a small tide.

No panicked voices echo in the village, just the creaking sounds of doors opening.

The zombies are dressed neatly, with not a speck of dust on them, nor any black blood.

The rotten flesh on their faces and hands unmistakably shows they are zombies.

Every now and then, a zombie with vacant eyes stands at the front door of a household.

A few people come out of the house with smiles, reaching out to pull the zombies’ arms, leading them into their home.

As if welcoming children returning from play.

Faintly, sounds of laughter and joy can be heard.

From the zombies’ clean clothing, it’s clear that someone’s caring for them.

The care is rather good, just like Grandpa Fan zombie and the suit-wearing man zombie, clean and tidy.

One zombie after another stops in front of the houses by the roadside.

Remaining zombies continue to walk forward, their faces expressionless, lacking walking skills.

Though a thick layer of peach blossoms cover the ground, their feet stomp with a heavy sound.

Their stiff legs prevent them from making slight footsteps like ordinary people.

They clumsily slam their soles onto the ground, more like stomping than walking.

The sound of footsteps signals, the village occasionally hears doors opening, even people peering expectantly at the zombie horde from their doorsteps.

As if waiting for their relatives.

"Am I seeing things?"

Bai Anhai rubbed his eyes vigorously, feeling the scene before him somewhat sci-fi.

Zombies are flesh eaters.

Excluding good zombies, like Zhang Yiming and the others.

Yet typically, such menacing zombies lack self-awareness, screeching and leaping upon seeing humans.

Even if controlled by High Rank zombies, ordinary people still dare not approach them.

Even if some people can accept these menacing zombies, it’s surely just a few.

Looking at this village, it seems no one fears zombies; they even keep them clean!

Liu Jing finds the scene before her quite interesting.

Such clean zombies indeed make one curious to dissect!

"Excuse us at the front, please move aside!"

A zombie with vacant eyes is stirred by an old voice from behind.

Bai Family looks around, realizing they’re obstructing the path.

The zombie horde continues walking forward vacantly, without screeching at or lunging towards the Bai Family, nor halting.

The heavy footsteps grow closer, drawing nearer to Bai Xiqin’s family.

Normally, encountering a zombie horde would prompt people to clear the way.

Bai Family, taking unconventional paths, never fears zombies, only fears their absence.

The Bai Family silently moves aside, yet doesn’t distance themselves, continuing to observe the zombies.

Creaking sound.

The closest household door to the Bai Family opens.

A white-haired elderly woman steps out from the courtyard, her aged eyes searching for something among the zombies.

"Tie Zhu, time for dinner at home."

The old woman with poor eyesight can’t clearly identify the one she’s searching for.

She blindly calls out to the zombie horde.

"Huhh huhh..."

A young zombie emits a heavy huhh huhh sound, then stands before the elderly woman.

"Today I’ve prepared chicken for you, no blood wasted, come and eat!"

The elderly woman moves closer to the young zombie, her eyes scanning repeatedly, seeing it hasn’t changed much, she shows a kind smile.

The young zombie’s face is full of decayed flesh, but its attire is clean.

From her bosom, the elderly woman draws a handkerchief, the blue-white checkered kind used by seniors.

The elderly woman’s kind gaze falls onto the young zombie’s hands.

The decayed fingers seep black blood.

Carried with a hint of dirt.

The elderly carefully wipes off the dirt and black blood from the young zombie’s hands.

The young zombie stands motionless, allowing the elderly to clean its fingers.

"Huhh huhh..."

The young zombie lets out a suppressed sound from its throat.

Zombies always have a strong hunger.

Its bloodthirsty instinct is heavily suppressed by more powerful High Level zombies, hence it doesn’t attack the human before it.

"Tie Zhu, are you starving? Come inside to eat!"

The elderly woman, hearing the young zombie’s suppressed sound, feels unafraid, carefully folding the blood-stained handkerchief before leading the young zombie inside.

The door closes slowly.

In less than a minute, the sound of a zombie’s chewing can be heard.

Amidst chewing sounds, a crunching noise echoes.

Even bones are crushed and swallowed.

Those previous animal cries were indeed meant for feeding zombies.

A strong rotten smell permeates the air.

Taking in the scene at the just-shut door, the zombie horde is now upon the Bai Family.

Bai Yifan already casts a faint yellow glow over himself.

The zombies brush past the Bai Family.

Their expressions vacant, they don’t pause or linger, seeming to have their own goals, they stride ahead.

Pink peach blossoms upon the ground are stained with some black blood.

Thankfully, the blossoms are laid thick, with new ones falling periodically, so after the zombie’s passage, the ground remains pink.

The zombies brush past the Bai Family, some garments even touching their clothes.

This close, yet no attack ensues.

They carry on independently.

Every so often, villagers lead zombies home, where chewing sounds arise from the courtyards.

"Who are you? Why have you come to our village?"

After the zombies pass, an elder trailing behind halts before the Bai Family.

His back severely bent, nearly a ninety-degree bow, his frail figure hunching.

Hair completely white and sparsely scattered.

Deep wrinkles carve furrows into his face.

An elderly man looking over ninety.

His voice carries a heavy, weathered feeling, walking slowly as if ready to crumble.

"Our family passed through the village, finding its scenery pleasing, so we came to visit."

Bai Zhengxuan adjusts his reading glasses, smiling gently and politely at the elder.

Bai Zhengxuan is a teacher, and when not indulging in braised pork knuckle, exudes a scholarly aura.

Easily earning people’s good graces.

"Once you’re done looking, leave quickly!"

The elder glances wearily at the Bai Family, his voice neutral.