Apocalyptic Disasters: Carrying a bun and hoarding supplies - Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Brother Fang died!
Ten years, he had wasted more than ten years after this woman. Bai Zhan had waited and hoped that one day Fang Qing would learn to love their sons but she had let him down again and again.

Not only did she treat him worse than a dog, but she didn’t show any mercy to his children either.

He could forgive her for the things that she had done to him but he could never show any mercy to the woman who treated his children worse than the pigs raised in her house.

Father Fang parted his lips but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything against Bai Zhan. In the end, he sighed and picked up the three bags that Bai Zhan had given him and climbed down the stairs silently.

Bai Zhan watched his father-in-law climb down the stairs and lowered his head to hide the helplessness that he was feeling at the moment. He couldn’t understand why his brave and smart father-in-law had to lower his head in front of someone like Mother Fang and Fang Qing.

Even if he wanted to see his responsibility to the end, wasn’t this enough? If this goes on, then those three women would kill him sooner or later.

However, now that he had decided to separate from the Fang family, Bai Zhan was not going to interfere with the things that Father Fang wanted to do. This was his choice; even if he died, this was the path that Father Fang chose.

Bai Zhan respected him for seeing his responsibility to the end but he couldn’t do it.

Suddenly, someone walked over to where he was standing and patted him on the shoulder. When he turned around, Bai Zhan saw his brother standing behind him.

“Let’s go,” he said to Bai Zhan. “Que’er is missing you.”

“Dad,” Bai Jiuque’s eyes were red as he reached out to hug Bai Zhan, whose eyes softened. He took his son from Bai Jixuan and hugged him tight.

“Did Que’er miss Daddy?” Bai Zhan asked as he climbed up the stairs.

“Hmm, bad dream,” replied Bai Jiuque as he hugged his father. Aunt told him that if he was scared, then he needed to tell his dad at once. She said that his mother lied to him when she told him that he needed to hide his pain and tears from his dad.

Sure enough, his aunt was right. His dad cared and loved him. He didn’t push him away but hugged him.

Bai Zhan was helpless when he heard his son’s words. But he still nodded and patted him on the back. When he smelt the scent of milk powder, his troubled heart soothed down a little.

At the same time, in the small apartment, which was taken over by the Fang family.

Several fires were burning in the main hall to keep the cold away.

Mother Fang, Fang Qing, and Fang Fei sat on an old sofa, devouring the food that Father Fang had brought with him.

Fang Fei’s right hand was tied with a bandage that she had borrowed from Ni Baoguo. The wrapped gauze had a faint trace of blood on it.

Mother Fang finished the bag of sausages that Father Fang had brought with him and threw the plastic wrapper to one side. She said to her husband, “Is that Bai Zhan trying to send us away with these little supplies? Husband, go and tell him that our daughter gave him two healthy sons. He needs to hand us at least a hundred, no, one hundred thousand boxes of supplies.”

“He cannot treat the mother of his children so harshly. We are not beggars.”

Father Fang didn’t bother to answer her. He got to his feet and then dragged his tired body to the second floor. Before heading upstairs, he didn’t forget to take a water bottle and a bread of steamed buns with him.

His son and he lived on the second floor of the apartment, while the women lived on the first floor.

“Son, come and eat something,” said Father Fang as he pushed open the door. His gaze fell on Brother Fang, who was sitting on the bed and he said to him with a fatherly smile, “Dad—Ah, Dad brought something for you to eat.”

However, Brother Fang stayed put; he didn’t say anything nor did he turn to look behind him.

With a bad premonition, Father Fang knocked on the surface of the door. As soon as he made another sound, the man on the bed moved.

“Ho ho ho ho.”

“Ho ho.”

Brother Fang turned his head around. However, the sight of his rotten flesh and peeling skin made Father Fang’s legs tremble. He staggered back and screamed, “SON!”

He couldn’t accept the fact that his son had turned into a zombie.

When Mother Fang heard his scream, she rushed upstairs and shouted impatiently, “What are you yelling for—AHHH SON?!!”

She saw Brother Fang stagger out of the room but when she saw his stiff movements, she knew that her son had turned into a zombie. Her legs turned to jelly and she staggered back. Her bottom flopped on the floor and she stammered, “S—Save me.”

However, both of her daughters were to scared to move and her son had turned into a zombie.

Just as Brother Fang was about to pounce on Mother Fang, Father Fang took the long crowbar that he had carried with him when he went outside to kill a zombie. He rushed out of the room and smashed his son’s head as hard as he could.

Tears were flooding down his cheeks as he raised the crowbar and smashed Brother Fang’s head once again when the monster didn’t stop in one hit. One hit. Two hit.

Three hits.

Finally the monster stopped moving and fell to the floor.

Mother Fang, who was sitting on the floor, looked at the unmoving corpse and her lips started wobbling, “AHHHH! BAI MEIYUE! You killed my son!”