Dusk.
After the zombies were armed, Lu Chuan was finally able to return to the rented apartment.
The apocalypse was filled with things that needed to be done, and now, even eating was a problem.
Lu Chuan couldn't bring anything with him from modern times. Hence, at this moment, he couldn't get food in the apocalypse.
There were plenty of premium shopping malls nearby with all kinds of luxury goods, but there was nothing to eat. After five years, he didn't expect the luxurious restaurants on the top floor to have any edible food.
"Eh?"
When Lu Chuan returned to the modern times, he noticed something was wrong.
Uncle Zombie, who had always been sitting upright, was in a state of anxiety. He stood up, showed signs of irritation, and was wandering around the suite.
He wasn't the only one. Zhou Yinghao and the others also showed signs of irritation.
Lu Chuan felt his hair stand on end. How terrifying were zombies moving around angrily?
"Sit!"
Without hesitation, Lu Chuan issued a command.
Fortunately, Uncle Zombie and the others sat back down immediately. However, from the frequent deep roars coming from them, he could tell that they weren't calm.
What is the reason?
Lu Chuan was confused. He didn't know what was wrong with them.
Lu Chuan couldn't just disregard this situation. They were zombies and if they went crazy, would he be the first person to bear the brunt of it, or would they attack the human population?
Even if the virus had been isolated, biting or scratching people would cause trouble.
"This…"
After Lu Chuan carefully observed Uncle Zombie and the others, he discovered the problem.
Hungry Zombies: Without the virus that can provide energy through photosynthesis, they are still zombies, but will need another energy source.
This information floated over the heads of Uncle Zombie and the others.
Lu Chuan suddenly saw the light.
He had been testing whether Uncle Zombie needed to eat, and now, he finally had an answer.
It had taken more than a week for Uncle Zombie and the others to show their hunger.
Their irritation was caused by hunger.
Without energy, they would be emotionally affected.
The biochemical plant had isolated the zombie's virus when they came to the modern times and without the virus, zombies needed another energy source.
Obviously, in modern times, they could only get energy through eating, which isn't any different from a human.
"The zombies in the apocalypse can move around for a few years, probably because of the virus."
This simple information revealed a lot.
For example, the virus that caused the apocalypse could also carry out photosynthesis to provide the zombies with energy, so that they could become monsters that were in perpetual motion. The virus itself was a kind of energy, and even without sunlight, it could support a zombie's body for years.
When there was sunlight, the virus could convert it into energy. Without sunlight, the virus would provide energy.
This combination led to a zombie's near-immortality.
That explains why some zombies could lurk in a house for many years, but when they sensed anything alive, they could still get up and become energized.
......
There was a night market not far from Lin Hai District.
Lu Chuan brought Uncle Zombie and the others to one of the snack stalls that didn't seem to have many customers.
"Boss, thirty servings of fried noodles."
Lu Chuan sat down and called out.
Uncle Zombie and the others sat around the table, their sturdy waists extremely straight. The lighting was poor, so no one noticed their hollow eyes nor their cold, emotionless expressions.
Thirty servings of fried noodles wasn't an exaggeration; Lu Chuan was well aware of a zombie's appetite.
The boss was a little dazed.
Six people, and 30 servings of fried noodles meant five servings per person.
Even the biggest eater might not be able to finish that much food.
But only a bas*ard would turn business away.
The owner of the snack stall responded. He turned up the fire, heated the oil, and placed a portion of meat into the pot. A strong fragrance emerged as he fried the ingredients.
The fried noodle bowls were served up one after another.
"Let's eat!"
With Lu Chuan's instructions, Uncle Zombie and the others started to eat. They held the chopsticks one by one, and desperately stuffed the fried noodles into their mouths. Their desperation made them seem like hungry ghosts.
The little waiter was surprised by the five of them.
The fried noodles were freshly cooked and piping hot, but they just gobbled it up. Weren't they afraid of being scalded?
Their speed surprised the waiter even more, and he watched with his mouth agape.
One serving of stir-fried noodles was gone in just a few bites.
It wasn't just the little waiter, even Lu Chuan was shocked. How hungry were they to show such desperation?
Were zombies afraid of being burned? They were humanoid monsters and that level of heat didn't mean anything. They were monsters that didn't mind being stabbed, would they fear being burned?
The thirty servings of stir-fried noodles were wiped out almost immediately.
The boss was so busy that his hands shook, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of the five of them.
The 30 servings of fried noodles were gone, but Uncle Zombie and the others were not satisfied, so Lu Chuan had to order another 30 servings.
It was a bit shocking.
......
"Zombies have to eat too."
Lu Chuan sighed.
Sixty-one servings of fried noodles, and each serving cost ten yuan. Just one meal alone cost six hundred and ten yuan.
Sixty of them were for the five of them, so one of them had twelve servings. The remaining one serving was Lu Chuan's dinner. Lu Chuan knew they had a big appetite, but he hadn't expected the extent of it.
Calling them gluttons was an understatement.
Humans with a big appetite probably couldn't reach their level.
Sixty servings was the amount Lu Chuan ordered. In reality, Lu Chuan knew that they could still eat more, like bottomless pits.
The sixty servings left the boss and his younger brother a little stupefied. If they continued to eat, they might call the police. Their appetite was beyond a human's capacity.
This meal allowed Lu Chuan to learn more about zombies.
One week would go by smoothly. During this period, there wouldn't be any problems and everything would be as usual.
After ten days, the zombies would show various emotions, such as anxiety.
After fifteen days, if the zombies don't eat, they would not be able to maintain the energy consumed by their muscles, which would gradually cause their muscles to fall off.
After twenty days, their muscles would vanish, and they would end up as skeletons, completely dead.
A human wouldn't be able to endure three days without food. After six to seven days, they might even stave to death
However, zombies could endure for up to 20 days.
From this point, he could recognize a zombie's terrifying survival ability.
Previously, Uncle Zombie and the others were in the period following a good week, and emotions such as irritability and anxiety started to surface. If they continued to starve and lost control, they might end up eating humans.
A meal that cost six or seven hundred may seem expensive, but if it was shared among the five zombies, and spread evenly over the period of a week, they weren't as difficult to keep as imagined.
With Lu Chuan's current financial ability and 23 zombies working hard to make money for him in the apocalypse, it wouldn't be a problem to take care of Uncle Zombie and the others.