Chapter 56: Garlic Invincible Arc (Part 3)
Chapter 56: Garlic Invincible Arc (Part 3)
Since Feng Bu Jue didn’t pursue Xiao Ming, the latter ran a short distance before glancing back and noticing no one following. He slowed his pace, then stopped entirely after a few seconds, turning to peer in the opposite direction. From afar, he spotted Feng Bu Jue catching up to Jibu Shao Ye. Expecting an instant showdown, he was surprised to see the two not fighting at all.
Two minutes later, the pair walked back together, Jibu Shao Ye even waving his arm toward Xiao Ming to signal he was unharmed.
Soon, the trio regrouped outside the gun shop. Feng Bu Jue switched off the sound system and explained, “After some testing, I’ve identified key traits of these blood wolf zombies.
While the opening cutscene mentioned a few, let me elaborate based on practical observations.
First, they’re strongly repelled by garlic—similar to how we react to tear gas. Raw garlic works moderately well, but chewing it and exhaling the odor is far more effective.”
Xiao Ming eyed Feng Bu Jue’s bloodstained clothes and the garlic strands around his chest. “Hey, aren’t you worried about infection with all that blood on you?”
Feng Bu Jue pointed to his clean face. “Avoid getting their bodily fluids in your eyes or mouth, and you’re fine. As for this,” he gestured to his clothes, “most of this isn’t even their blood—it’s from the plasma bags I poured into buckets earlier.” He pulled a plastic bag full of fresh garlic from his satchel. “These two strands are my last defense against bites. The edible garlic’s stored separately. Grab a bag each—chewing cloves will make combat much easier.”
Xiao Ming nodded. “One bag’s enough. A single clove splits into six pieces. We’ll ask for more if needed.”
Jibu Shao Ye declined bluntly, “No thanks.”
Feng Bu Jue sighed. “Not fond of garlic, huh? Did you know garlic can transform plain noodles into gold?”
“We don’t know what you’re talking about,” they replied in unison.
Feng Bu Jue leaned in, exhaling sharply. “Then try this!”
“Stop! We’re not monsters!”
Feng Bu Jue straightened. “Back to the blood wolf zombies. Sunlight slows them drastically—like a magical girl’s transformation scene. By the time they finish their dramatic entrance, I could recite two tongue-twisters.”
“You sure have eclectic references…”
Feng Bu Jue gestured to the corpses. “Decapitation stops their bodies, but the heads stay alive. Testing shows only destroying their hindbrain or blasting most of their skull works. This Winchester shotgun from the shop helps.” He admired the weapon. “At close range, even non-lethal shots tear through them—way better than pistols.”
Jibu Shao Ye’s eyes lit up. “Right! Let’s loot the shop first!”
The two rushed inside, desperate for gear. As low-tier players, they’d never seen fine-grade equipment. Feng Bu Jue’s four rare items—including one stashed in his bag—were practically mythical to them.
Inside, the shop was ransacked. Shelves were empty, counters littered with scattered parts, and a back door looted clean.
Feng Bu Jue followed calmly. “Logically, the virus outbreak would’ve emptied this place. Game balance probably limits our weapon choices too.”
Ignoring him, Jibu Shao Ye eagerly stuffed two pistols into his satchel and grabbed a Tmp. “We’re set!”
Xiao Ming tossed aside a baseball bat and rusted pipe, pocketing two pistols and slinging a UMP45. His grin was unmistakable.
Their common-grade loot made them giddy—a far cry from seasoned players. Compared to Feng Bu Jue’s rare gear, the duo were barely amateurs.
Feng Bu Jue reminded them to check ammunition. Awkwardly, they retrieved the pistols, sorted compatible bullets, and regrouped outside.
Back on the street, new zombies approached. Feng Bu Jue suggested using them as live targets. The duo fumbled with their guns, finally hitting targets at five meters.
Feng Bu Jue resumed, “Next trait: Like vampires, they’re drawn to uninfected human blood. My tests show they detect it via scent—up to a kilometer away. Their olfactory senses aren’t werewolf-level, but sharper than regular zombies. A living person within fifty meters? They’ll sense you without sight.”
Jibu Shao Ye eyed the blood buckets. “They can pick out one blood sample here?”
“Precisely,” Feng Bu Jue replied. “Olfactory sensitivity means odor separation—like bloodhounds analyzing scents at a molecular level. You smell ‘stinky,’ but they’d identify the eater’s yesterday’s meal.”
Jibu Shao Ye grimaced. “Why aren’t you censored for that word?”
“‘Stinky’ isn’t flagged as offensive,” Feng Bu Jue shrugged. “But in this game, certain topics might become… unavoidable.” He glared. “Like scenarios where players drown in—”
“I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you!” Jibu Shao Ye clamped his ears.
Feng Bu Jue dropped the subject. “Anyway, stick around here. Use the shop as a base. Time’s 2:30 PM—plenty of daylight to grind. Bullets are plentiful, even if guns aren’t.”
“I’ll find others and bring them here,” Feng Bu Jue added. “Restart the sound system after I leave—it’ll lure more zombies.”
Xiao Ming hesitated. “How’d you set all this up alone?”
Feng Bu Jue summarized: “Before the shop, I raided a hospital two blocks east for meds, discovered the blood-zombie link, then used a wheelbarrow from a supermarket to haul ice buckets and blood packs. The sound system? Grabbed it mid-combat—dual purpose: luring zombies and killing time.”
He turned to leave. “Maximize this scenario. Time’s lenient, so level up and earn skill points.”
The two “players” watched him vanish, stunned into silence.
(End of Chapter)
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