Chapter 1422: Chapter 832: The Typhoon Passes, Trouble Piles Up

Watching his spouse casually say such words that don’t seem like sweet talk,

the old man’s heart seemed to be suddenly gripped hard by a hand.

His eyes turned red instantly, with such a wife, what more could a husband desire?

He no longer tried to persuade her; his wife’s attitude had already made everything clear.

He knew very well, if he spoke further, his spouse would insist on going out together.

The old woman slowly held the old man’s hand, just like the years when their feelings were hidden.

In the open fields, the sun was setting in the west.

A self that was wooden, afraid to express inner feelings, yet she took the initiative to hold his hand.

His eyes turned red, tightly clasping her hand in return.

Time seemed to thicken.

A glance that lasts a lifetime.

The exchange of glances, those raging typhoons outside, flying trees and zombies, sand and stones, seemed to count for nothing.

With each other in their world, even mountains of knives and seas of flames were no longer frightening.

Because, with your companionship, there’s nothing to fear.

"Zhou, open the door," the old man tightly held his wife’s hand, speaking to their son who walked over.

The middle-aged man felt immensely downcast.

Looking at his parents, an unspeakable sadness surged at this moment.

Yet he said nothing, only walked to the door with his wife, then unlocked several locks on it.

Just pulling the handle open from side to side would completely open this door leading outside.

"Open it," the old man said with a smile on his face, and not a hint of fear in his eyes.

The middle-aged man’s heart sank, and then he glanced back at his wife.

He forcefully twisted the door downward.

Crack, crack, crack—

This long-sealed door was opened.

A staircase appeared in front of them.

Ascending the steps and opening the door on the ground, they would be able to get out.

The old man held his wife’s hand, without looking back at his son and daughter-in-law.

He walked directly towards the stairs. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Two elderly people with gray hair, with iron pieces wrapped around their jackets and leggings to increase their own weight.

For people of their age, walking forward under such a burden was extremely difficult.

But he and his wife supported each other, step by step, slowly moving up the stairs.

This flight of fewer than twenty steps took them a full ten minutes.

Bam!

The middle-aged man watched them get close to the door outside, then closed the enclosed door here.

Failing to close this door in time, once they opened the door outside, zombies might be blown inside.

Through the door, he saw the raging typhoon outside.

The old man tightly held his wife’s hand and asked:

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Just like when he proposed years ago, the question he asked was similar.

And her response was just a simple "yes."

Boom!

The wind outside was extremely strong, and the moment the door was opened, the fierce wind blew in.

The old man was almost carried away by the gust.

But his wife held his hand tightly, both lowering their center of gravity, lying on the ground.

According to the plan, they were supposed to crawl forward.

Facing such a fierce typhoon, they needed to crawl twenty meters to reach the ventilation opening.

Nine lives, one to die.

The two lay on the ground, trying their best to keep their bodies close to the earth.

Their body weight, along with the dozens of pounds of iron pieces, lowered their center of gravity, making them harder to be blown away by the wind.

The old man peeked his head out the door.

Whoosh—

The typhoon immediately made him breathless.

The two elderly slowly crawled out.

During the crawling, they were almost lifted by the wind several times.

But they relied on each other’s firm grip.

The two supported each other, slowly approaching the ventilation opening.

They crawled from a low place towards a slope, where the wind wasn’t as strong.

Thus, going there was easier; returning downhill against the wind was extremely tough.

Their pace was slow, constantly being hit by sand and stones along the way.

Small stone the size of a thumb, under the typhoon’s power, became incredibly potent, severely wounding them.

In the sky, zombies could still be seen fluttering around.

Fortunately, these zombies had not yet landed around them.

Time passed by the minute and second.

The two elderly crawled forward, relying on willpower to reach the ventilation opening.

Finally.

They reached the ventilation opening, but the old woman had been hit by a large stone on the back earlier and hadn’t managed to grasp the foundation under the ventilation pipe.

She fainted.

Her hand loosened and slowly slid down the slope.

The old man had just grasped the foundation beneath the ventilation pipe with one hand, while fiercely holding his wife’s hand with the other.

Only, the wife was unconscious, and merely with his strength, it was difficult to hold onto her hand.

He kept calling out.

Yet, his spouse never woke up.

Bit by bit, bit by bit.

He finally couldn’t hold on any longer, his arm weary, watching his spouse’s body slide down the slope and then be lifted by the storm.

At that moment, he felt immense suffering.

Two seconds later, without hesitation, he grabbed the foundation beneath the ventilation pipe with both hands, then slowly climbed up holding the ventilation pipe.

He cleared out the debris within the ventilation pipe.

When he stood up, though both hands and feet were holding onto the ventilation pipe tightly, the wind was too strong; since he was standing, his body faced more wind, and his center of gravity was high.

Each second felt like being hit repeatedly.

Once clearing the pipe.

He looked at the grey, dusty sky filled with sand and stones.

Mumbling: "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

After saying this, he let go of his hand.

Almost at the same moment, standing atop the slope, he was swept up by the wind.