Chapter 1423: Chapter 832: Typhoon Passes, Troubles Abound

His body spun rapidly in midair, and in his daze, he seemed to see his wife again.

.....

Inside the bunker.

The middle-aged man stood beside the air system, constantly trying to turn on the ventilation.

Finally, at this moment, the sound of exhaust came on.

Rumble rumble rumble—

His face lit up with joy, and he exchanged a glance with his wife beside him.

"It worked!"

"I’m going to bring my parents back!" The middle-aged man seemed to have a sudden pang of conscience at this moment.

He jogged in quick little steps over to the main door.

Only for his wife behind him to suddenly say, "Forget it. In this situation, they’re not coming back."

A coldness rose in the man’s heart, an inexplicable mix of guilt and anger.

He stood by the door and waited, waited for those two figures to appear outside.

He waited for hours, and still they did not come.

Instead, he saw Zombies blown in through that big outer door, then get up and walk down onto the sunken steps.

They came to a stop outside this heavy underground door.

"Why didn’t those two old bastards close the outer door? The Zombies have gotten in."

"With the wind out there, how are they supposed to close that door?" The middle-aged man gave a cold snort, then added several more locks to the door in front of him, and wedged a steel pipe across it.

Even though the outside door was open, this door was extremely solid.

Even if Zombies made it down into the stairwell, this door was so thick and heavy they couldn’t break through it.

.....

Outside Oil City.

At a small town two or three kilometers away.

Before the typhoon arrived, Old Bi had sent people over to warn the Cooperative Personnel who stayed here.

Some people, after hearing the warning, started doing everything they could to get ready.

But others didn’t take it seriously. It’s not like they hadn’t seen typhoons before.

Inland like this, no matter how strong the typhoon, it couldn’t possibly blow all the houses down, right?

Sister Lan’s group, who had once crossed paths with the little Taoist.

After hearing the news, Sister Lan took it very seriously.

The house they were in wasn’t a makeshift tile shack, but a typical rural house built of ordinary red bricks.

This kind of house wasn’t exactly sturdy, but it wasn’t bad either.

Even after they sealed all the doors and windows, Sister Lan still felt a constant, suffocating dread.

So at the four corners of the house, they dug several big pits day and night.

Each pit was two meters deep, and every pit could fit four or five people.

The typhoon arrived.

It was brutally fierce.

The violence of the typhoon exceeded everyone’s expectations; it was the biggest one they had seen in their entire lives so far.

The twenty-centimeter-thick courtyard walls were blown down outright.

The doors and windows they had sealed and tied with ropes were also blown open by the wind.

As the raging typhoon and torrential rain crashed in, Sister Lan and the others immediately jumped into the pits they had dug.

With the two walls blocking the wind, there was no wind or rain inside the pits.

Except.

Zombies kept getting blown in.

They were flung around the open hall.

Some even crashed into the pits; every time one fell in, it set off a chorus of screams.

In one of the pits, someone was bitten by a Zombie, and eventually the entire pit was lost.

But in two of the pits, the people inside were relatively lucky. They took turns resting and kept constant watch on the Zombies flying in outside; if a Zombie fell into the pit, they dealt with it immediately.

Then they would throw the Zombie’s corpse back out to be carried away by the typhoon.

"Sister Lan, how much longer is this typhoon going to blow? I can’t hold out much longer." Niu Gao grimaced, his body trembling slightly.

In the typhoon, along with the rain, once the doors and windows were blown open, the rainwater also blew in.

It soaked their bodies.

In typhoon weather, the temperature dropped quickly.

On top of that, they were soaked through; even though there was no wind in the pit, it was still very cold.

They had made all kinds of preparations, but they had still underestimated the power of this typhoon.

Compared to the storm, their preparations were far from adequate.

In a rush, they had jumped into the pits carrying only their food.

Once they were down in the pit, even sticking their heads out a little was enough for the wind to instantly give them a new hairstyle.

By the faint light from outside, Sister Lan sighed and said, "You’re asking me? I’m not an immortal—how would I know!"

Endure.

All they could do was endure.

Compared to the other Cooperative Personnel who stayed here, they were already very lucky. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

At least they were still alive for now.

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Big Camphor Tree Base.

The typhoon kept blowing.

One third of the trees in the mountains and forests of the Inner City were destroyed.

These were the trees growing on the leeward slope.

The ones on the windward slope had basically all been ravaged and uprooted.

The centuries-old camphor tree in the Big Camphor Tree Base Inner City.

Because they had cut off more than half of its branches and limbs in advance, the wind force it had to bear was reduced.

And having lived for hundreds of years, its roots were extensive and sank deep into the ground.

The typhoon still failed to uproot this Big Camphor Tree; it only left the whole tree leaning heavily to one side.

Some of its roots were even bulging up from the ground.

The howling wind and driving rain.

For the people in the Big Camphor Tree Base, while their safety wasn’t in serious danger, they still couldn’t relax.

Right now, the typhoon raged outside.

If the Big Camphor Tree Base suffered major damage, if the crops and grain were affected, then the Cooperative Personnel and Extra Staff at the Big Camphor Tree Base would also be heavily impacted.

After all, they weren’t people of the Inner City or Outer City. If the food ran short—

There might be no new missions issued, and no grain given to them.

The Extra Staff might fare a bit better, at least having a small guaranteed ration each month, but that amount was only barely enough to keep them alive.