I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 120 - 080: Do You Really Think He’s Abnormal?_2

Chapter 120: Chapter 080: Do You Really Think He’s Abnormal?_2

He wasn’t just standing by the shore, zoning out.

With a fishing rod in hand, he leaned on the railing, quietly watching the ripples on the water.

As a novice in fishing, there were many techniques he didn’t understand. He had heard that fishing required chumming the water, but to that, he could only say, "How would I know how to chum?"

In the past, he had watched videos where many men enjoyed fishing. They weren’t just fishing for fish, but for the process, savoring the intellectual battle with the fish and the joy of a catch.

Now, as a beginner fisher, what he looked forward to most was actually catching a fish.

The sound of a car came from a distance. He saw a car speeding on a road afar, followed by a horde of zombies in pursuit.

The city was teeming with zombies.

They wouldn’t stupidly stay put. When there was no prey, zombies wouldn’t remain idle but would stagger forward. They might walk slowly, but they were highly mobile.

"There are so many survivors."

Lin Fan watched the departing car and didn’t bother with the group of zombies trailing it, nor did he consider calling out, for example, just to say "hello." He had no wish to greet zombies.

Quietly fishing was just fine.

The zombies, chasing the car, completely missed his presence. Besides, they were quite a distance apart. He was on the shore, separated from the road by a wide flower bed, and many lush trees provided cover.

If he somehow attracted the zombies, that would be a real nuisance—chopping them down and then having to clean up the zombie bodies would be such a waste of time. He was here to fish, not to chop zombies.

If someone witnessed this scene,

they’d be absolutely flabbergasted.

One must have an incredibly laid-back heart to sit there fishing so nonchalantly, utterly unconcerned with whether zombies were around or not.

After a long while,

he felt a slight vibration on his fishing rod, an almost imperceptible sensation to the average person. But now, with Lin Fan’s enhanced abilities, his tactile sensitivity was high, and a look of joy slowly spread across his face. Then he felt the pull of a fish and hurriedly began to reel in the rod.

There was no sense of weight.

It could only mean that the fish wasn’t very big.

As he lifted the rod, a palm-sized grass carp spun through the air, its scales glinting silver in the sunlight. Seeing the fish on the hook, he couldn’t help but exclaim,

"Wow, fantastic!"

He smiled happily.

Although the fish had taken a while to bite, seeing one finally on the hook was truly a delightful event.

Moving the grass carp in front of him, he removed the hook from its mouth, ready to continue fishing.

Suddenly,

his ears twitched as he heard the growling of zombies.

It was somewhat distant.

He turned his head to look towards the road.

The horde of zombies had already followed the car away. In theory, there shouldn’t have been any zombies left, yet the sound was real, not deceptive.

A hefty zombie appeared in Lin Fan’s line of sight. This one was easily 300 pounds, with a body full of fat and short stubby legs that made its running pace considerably slow, almost incomparable to the other zombies.

"That’s one hefty zombie."

Lin Fan remarked in amazement.

This could be the fattest zombie he had ever seen, at least 300 pounds, and that was a conservative estimate.

The obese zombie was originally following the main group, trying to catch up with the car. But its companions ran too fast, leaving it far behind in the blink of an eye. It had planned to move forward aimlessly when suddenly a sound caught its attention.

Lin Fan observed carefully.

The obese zombie’s arm was missing a chunk of flesh, its clothes were so dirty that the original color was indecipherable, yet they strangely resembled hospital garb.

"Hehe... Argh!"

When the obese zombie spotted Lin Fan, its pale eyes rolled around fiercely as it growled. With its short and chubby legs, it ran towards Lin Fan, and while its pace was slow, it was determined.

Upon close observation,

the zombie’s belly fat rippled like a hula-hoop, trembling with each step. Each time its feet struck the ground, a muffled sound echoed.

"Even after getting so fat, you still fancy eating me?"

He felt helpless.

All he wanted was to fish peacefully. With the advent of the apocalypse, everyone turned into zombies became aggressive, violent.

While he waited,

the obese zombie came very close to Lin Fan. Usually, within such a short distance, zombies would either pounce furiously or jump towards their prey. The obese zombie chose the latter, leaping towards him.

A large dark shadow loomed on the ground.

Lin Fan didn’t draw his sword but simply moved a few steps aside. With a thud, the obese zombie’s belly slammed hard against the railing. Just when it seemed the zombie was about to hit the ground, the unexpected happened.

With a clang,

the railing tilted, then one section after another collapsed, clattering into the water, followed by the hefty zombie plunging in as well.

Lin Fan stood dumbfounded on the shore.

He watched the unfolding scene in complete bewilderment.

This had nothing to do with me. I was just standing on the shore. The obese zombie lunged at me, and I swiftly sidestepped to avoid it...

That’s right.

That’s exactly what happened.

There were no witnesses around, but there were cameras. He gestured at the cameras, thinking of explaining that the situation wasn’t his fault—it was the obese zombie that had hit the railing. He hadn’t done anything.

After a series of gestures,

he felt that if someone were on the other side of the camera, they should understand his point.