Rebirth before Apocalypse: My Whole Family are Bigshots!-Chapter 328: Digging Pits

After adjusting his backpack, the Little Zombie started picking up the shovel he had just set aside.

The shovel dug into the ground repeatedly, but in the hands of the zombie, it didn’t exert its full potential, and the pit on the ground was forming slowly.

"Is this to plant trees?"

Bai Yifan instinctively turned his head to look elsewhere.

Only then did he realize that the fields on both sides of the road, which should have been farmland, were now barren and empty.

There were signs on the surface of the fields that they had been turned over.

But at this time, who would be plowing the land?

"You’re using the wrong technique!"

Bai Yifan watched the Little Zombie digging a pit, bent slightly, and demonstrated a more efficient digging posture for him.

The zombie’s vacant eyes slowly glanced at Bai Yifan, then attempted to imitate his digging style.

With his stiff body, he couldn’t quite match Bai Yifan’s agility, managing only a poor imitation.

Bai Yifan shook his head and sat idly nearby, watching the Little Zombie dig the pit.

"Brother Zhang wouldn’t have you take turns digging pits for planting, would he? How long is this reclamation going to take!"

Looking at the broad expanse of already reclaimed land, Bai Yifan felt a touch of emotion.

Indeed, with enough zombies, comes great strength.

Even if just one zombie came at a time to dig a single pit, it wouldn’t be long before a large field was completely cultivated.

Bai Yifan tilted his head, gazing at the seriously digging Little Zombie, still feeling a bit puzzled.

Zombies don’t need to eat grains, so why would Brother Zhang want to grow them?

After thinking it over for a long time, Bai Yifan couldn’t come up with any reason.

Perhaps, maybe, it could be that he intends to use the grains for trade with humans!

This was the only answer Bai Yifan could think of.

The Little Zombie’s decayed fingers wobbled like those of a Parkinson’s patient, digging with a shaky shovel.

Shovel after shovel, it dug into the ground.

Black blood dripped from the shovel into the dirt.

Bai Yifan rubbed his nose; maybe it was an illusion, but he felt there was a smell of rot everywhere.

The Little Zombie had a task, but Bai Yifan was truly bored.

For as long as the Little Zombie dug the pit, Bai Yifan leaned on his cheek and watched.

The muddy zombie standing close by had also stood motionless for just as long.

When the sun was directly overhead, the Little Zombie finally dug out a pit.

This pit was neither too big nor too small.

It looked a bit strange.

Bai Yifan suddenly recalled the funerals he had watched in his village as a child.

The deep pits used for burying coffins were about this size.

The motionless zombie standing by started to move.

Its shoes had disappeared, revealing a rotting foot nearly blended into the dirt.

The decaying foot slowly walked toward the pit.

Step by step, its stiff body creaked, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

Zombies generally don’t know how to jump into pits, they just walk straight forward, knees unbending.

When its rotting foot hovered above the pit, Bai Yifan didn’t have time to warn it before the muddy zombie fell into the pit.

A splash echoed.

Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

Bai Yifan instinctively covered his ears, but he still heard the bone-cracking sound.

Bai Yifan didn’t have the courage to look at the bottom of the pit.

No need to look; he knew the zombie was now definitely in a strange pose, sprawled at the pit bottom.

Unlike the village funeral, its body wasn’t properly positioned or lying down, just simply fallen into the pit.

Bai Yifan composed himself and looked at the Little Zombie nearby.

"It fell into the pit."

Even knowing that the muddy zombie had jumped into the pit on its own, Bai Yifan still reminded the Little Zombie.

Zombies that don’t eat people just seem strange; he felt awkward but couldn’t help caring a bit.

It’s not because they don’t eat people, but because they are Zhang Yiming’s subordinates. In a way, that makes them allies, comrades.

A friendly reminder seemed necessary.

The Little Zombie nodded courteously at Bai Yifan, emitting a groaning sound from its throat.

With decayed fingers clutching the shovel, it stepped toward where the fallen zombie lay.

Bai Yifan watched from the side.

The Little Zombie’s decayed face showed no expression as its rotting fingers gripped the shovel and slowly lifted it.

Its vacant eyes glanced at the pit bottom, and under Bai Yifan’s stunned gaze, the shovel was mercilessly brought down.

A thud echoed as shovel struck head.

As the shovel lifted again, Bai Yifan could see the black blood on it.

Clearly, the zombie below had likely been struck open.

The shovel rose and fell.

Another thud resounded.

Once, twice, three times...

When Bai Yifan saw a piece of bone residue on the shovel, the Little Zombie finally stopped.

Bai Yifan’s face went pale, instinctively stepping back, shocked senseless.

Why was our ally zombie suddenly brain-bashing for no reason?

A zombie digging a pit to bash another zombie’s brain was just too bizarre and unexpected.

Bai Yifan’s legs trembled.

The Little Zombie seemed to sense Bai Yifan’s fear; the corners of its decayed mouth lifted into a grin.

The rotten smile was all too inappropriate.

Bai Yifan’s face turned even whiter.

The Little Zombie tossed the shovel to the ground and slowly leaned over the edge of the pit.

Its stiff fingers reached down, groping for something continuously.

Two minutes later, the Little Zombie finally fished something up.

A beautiful crystal core lay in the Little Zombie’s hand, gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

The Little Zombie extended its decayed fingers, awkwardly grabbing the heavy backpack behind it.

Its fingers twisted strangely as it struggled to take off the backpack, placing it on the ground.

With decayed fingers, it unzipped the bag and stashed the Crystal Core inside.

The sound of crystal cores clinking made Bai Yifan shrink back involuntarily.

The Little Zombie spent a long time before managing to sling the heavy backpack back on.

Bai Yifan didn’t have the heart to mock the Little Zombie for being so clumsy, removing and replacing the backpack for just one Crystal Core.

His eyes started to look around.

The road’s sides, which should have been farmland, now look like newly reclaimed land that stretches as far as the eye can see.

The land was uneven, seemingly refurbished by someone.

Upon closer inspection, Bai Yifan noticed the yellow soil dotted with traces of black.

There was not just the smell of soil, but a scent of decay in the air.

The backpack-shouldering Little Zombie picked up the shovel once more.

This time, not to dig, but to fill the pit back in.

But now, in the pit bottom lay a disfigured zombie.

Bai Yifan covered his mouth, suddenly feeling nauseated.

Despite having experienced so much and helping his parents deal with many zombies, Bai Yifan still found himself shaking.

Zombies taking care of zombies.

Bai Yifan suddenly drew the dagger strapped to his leg and randomly began digging down where he sat.

The soft soil parted easily under the sharp dagger like tofu.

The deeper he dug, the more blackened soil he uncovered.

After digging randomly for dozens of times, Bai Yifan unearthed a decayed finger.

What lay buried beneath was obvious.

Was this vast farmland beneath all filled with zombies?

No matter how Bai Yifan calculated, even with the number of zombies that died yesterday, it shouldn’t have filled such a large space.