I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 330 - 329: Things Have Reached This Point_1

Chapter 330: Chapter 329: Things Have Reached This Point_1

Everyone says that misfortune should not befall the family; however, the survivors just wanted to vent the sins committed by Song Wuli on his family!

No matter how Song Wuli died, their deep-seated hatred towards him could not be quelled. No matter the outcome for Song Wuli, they wished to make him witness the miserable state his family was put through before his death.

They planned to demean his wife, slaughter his children and annihilate everyone related to him by blood, using most cruel and malicious methods!

But unfortunately for them, all their imagined tortures were useless because Song Wuli had no kin.

Except for his harem.

Upon thinking about his harem, numerous people in the crowd exchanged unspoken glances. At that moment, every male could see the perversely lascivious expression on the others’ faces!

Immediately, a few "forthright" individuals voiced out their inner thoughts.

"Song Wuli, you, a condemned *** whose entire family is dead, your women are now ours! We’ll take good care of them!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone laughed, while the expression on Song Wuli’s face twisted with rage. He couldn’t contain himself anymore and charged into the crowd with a roar!

"You bastards, you’re livestock not worth a slice of bread! I should have killed all of you! Fed all of you to the zombies! I want you all dead!"

Enraged, Song Wuli stormed into the crowd, lifted both his arms and grabbed a survivor who didn’t react in time!

Under his horrified gaze, Song Wuli exerted his force, with a sadistic grin on his face.

Screech!

The poor guy didn’t even have the chance to scream before his body was torn in half by Song Wuli’s enormous power. Blood gushed out, splattering the faces of those near him.

The air was momentarily still. Then, several sharp cries rang out as the survivors closest to Song Wuli hastily retreated deeper into the crowd, too afraid to attract his attention.

Although they had people supporting them, who among the survivors till now didn’t insanely cherish their life?

One in the limelight draws fire, the one in the limelight naturally dies first. No one wanted to be the first one to die.

The reason they betrayed Song Wuli was nothing more than Bai Huipeng’s bag of biscuits. The biscuits were food; understandably, sustenance was necessary for survival.

In the post-apocalyptic world, food was their heaven, the hope of all survivors living through this. They did these things for one reason.

To survive!

The crowd began to disperse. In front of the furious Song Wuli, surprisingly, no one dared to meet his gaze!

People wanted to escape, but Song Wuli, whose heart was already filled with rage, was not going to let them get away. Right now, he wanted to kill!

Death was inevitable anyway, so why not kill more? Killing one was no loss; killing two was a profit; killing three was a massive gain. Killing everyone naturally would be best!

The fleeing people seemed to have lost their fighting spirit in an instant, caring only about escaping. None of them dared to fight, creating a golden opportunity for Song Wuli to slaughter indiscriminately!

In an instant, Song Wuli’s arms moved like a butcher’s cleaver, anyone he grabbed was strangled. Each punch he threw caused listless bodies to spit blood and fall lifeless on the ground. Some who didn’t die were finished off with a foot from Song Wuli, in the bloodiest way, trampling their brittle skulls until flattened, gushing out blood!

The strange sweet and fishy scent of fresh blood began to permeate the air. Song Wuli’s nose kept twitching as this scent drilled into his nostrils, only fanning the flames of his madness. This resulted in him exerting more force into his hands, raising the aroma of freshly killed blood with each barbarous swing.

He wished he had more hands to kill more people, to make each of these people his offering!

But, only two hands were indeed too few, to the point that until now the number of people he killed was only in the teens.

The mixture of blood gave off an intense smell, different blood types of different people all mingling together at a lower layer, producing a dark color, terribly shocking!

Song Wuli wanted to kill more people, but would Bai Huipeng let him continue the slaughter?

The self-absorbed killer didn’t notice that the people who fled from him were dispersing to the two sides as dozens armed with weapons navigated straight through.

The man leading the group was Wu Pingzhan. At this moment, his face was ferocious. Upon seeing the killings at the behest of Song Wuli, he raised his shotgun and took a shot!

Bang!

The shotgun sounded like battle drums. Song Wuli, who was still ripping apart a human’s body, suddenly felt a chill in his body.

He idiotically looked down to see that half his body blasted out a cloud of blood mist. Then his vision plunged as his upper body fell.

Song Wuli subconsciously propped up his body with his hands as his face, which showed signs of crazed laughter, instantly changed to fear of death!

This all happened in the blink of an eye. It was too fast. So fast that Song Wuli couldn’t feel the pain as his upper and lower body separated!

After a while, the severe pain arrived like an overwhelming tide, causing Song Wuli to break out in a cold sweat. The vitality of a Level 2 New Human was tenacious, even though he had lost his lower body, it wouldn’t be fatal to him, enabling him to stay alive, although he was left paralyzed!

Wu Pingzhan’s chilling sadistic smile was still present on his face; his narrow scar shivered along with his smile as if crawling alongside him like a centipede. He certainly was not a good person and had absolutely no guilt about murdering someone.

At this stage of the apocalypse, every person one encountered on the road of survival wouldn’t be a good person. Even if they were, they had ulterior motives.

The so-called good people had already been assimilated into the darkness of the apocalypse; anyone left was either insane or already dead.

Wu Pingzhan walked over to Song Wuli and looked down at him from above; Silence prevailed between the two, only one had hope in his eyes while the other’s eyes were filled with a frigid cold.

After a while, Wu Pingzhan lifted his foot and stepped on Song Wuli’s head. Leaning over, he whispered, "It’s time for you to die!"

After saying that, amidst the crowd’s cheering, he shifted his foot onto Song Wuli’s neck and exerted force.

Crack!

Bone shattered with a crisp sound. Song Wuli’s mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He lay on the ground like a dead dog.

Under everyone’s gaze, Wu Pingzhan extracted Song Wuli’s Evolution Crystal Core and reverently handed it to Bai Huipeng.

At this point, Song Wuli, who had once held power, was killed. All the food he had accumulated had been confiscated and sent to Yudong South. It took three trucks two trips to relocate all the survivors to the base in Yudong South.

Before leaving, Bai Huipeng helplessly looked at the two tanks parked by the roadside. The two tanks brought over didn’t serve any purpose and only fired a single shot.

As for how those shots were fired, Bai Huipeng intended to find that out.

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