"Zhejiang survivors come with their own tea fragrance... Chongqing survivors are spicy and aromatic, good for dispelling dampness and cold..."
"Key warning: avoid survivors from First-Tier Cities. Long-term 996 exploitation leaves their meat sour, tough, and dry. Their subhealth condition is severe; their only advantage is that they're easy to hunt because they can't run."
Wu Heng's eyelids twitched as he continued scrolling through the comments.
The post's popularity was absurdly high, with more than two thousand comments.
This was the apocalypse. The number of living people had plummeted, so gathering this many replies was downright terrifying.
If the first four posts had not been forcibly pinned by the authorities, this one might have shot straight to the top of the rankings.
The comments were equally wild.
"Zombies have internet too?"
"OP is the God of Cookery of the zombie world!"
"Yesterday, I followed the guide and caught a handsome Guangdong guy. Simmered him for three hours, and even the marrow was fresh!"
"Fuck! It's the apocalypse, and zombies are still looking down on us wage slaves."
"Aren't Zombie Kings supposed to be smart? They can even set traps to catch humans. Could this really be some Zombie King's post?"
Wu Heng's fingers paused, and his brows rose slightly.
Well, damn...
"Their imagination is more outrageous than the virus."
He exited the post and casually scrolled farther down.
Everyone in the base is single! Recruiting female survivors aged 18-35. Supplies list attached.
Top comment: "Recommend changing the name directly to Nantong Base. It'll be more efficient."
Strongly recommend Noah's City restart the GTA Project.
Top comment: "Bro, you can already do that in real life. Why are you still playing games?"
Wu Heng found it a little funny.
They were back!
Those absurdly imaginative, ridiculous internet users were all back.