I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 134 - 082 Is This Damn Kid Really Fourteen Years Old?_5

Chapter 134: Chapter 082 Is This Damn Kid Really Fourteen Years Old?_5

Zombies had even appeared on the ground floor.

Not long ago, he had cleaned the place so thoroughly—how could they have imagined that in such a short time, zombies would reappear? It only showed that zombies were highly mobile.

Mengmeng was crying. Jiujiu was crying, too.

The cry of a baby is very penetrating.

"Heh heh... Roar."

The zombies turned their gaze toward the complex.

To them, any sound incited irritability and terror.

Lin Fan stood on the balcony and yelled downstairs, "Please stop this. The explosion just now was really too loud. The children have been frightened into crying. I hope you can leave. Don’t keep yelling in the middle of the night. Can’t you give the babies a peaceful night?"

How he wished the zombies could understand and leave obediently.

But he knew that was impossible.

If this group of zombies really listened, none of this would have happened. Even with the apocalypse, life wouldn’t have been so hard.

After handing Mengmeng to Sister Li,

he took his sword and walked toward the exterior of the complex.

He had no other thoughts.

He just wanted to have a good talk with this group of zombies.

He wasn’t at all averse to the activity of chopping up zombies; at times, he even looked forward to it, like playing a game—killing zombies earned points, and accumulating points made you stronger.

The improvement of his physical condition was really comfortable, a sensation of pleasure beyond words.

With a light jump, he landed on the ground.

"You guys..."

Lin Fan raised his arm, pointed at the group of agitated zombies, and shook his head helplessly, not knowing what to say.

The next morning.

Upon waking, the first thing he saw was the distant smoke drifting. Recalling last night’s events, all he could say was that it was truly vexing.

After preparing some things, he headed downstairs.

"Good morning, elders."

He greeted them.

"Little Fan, come here. I have something to tell you," Elder Wang gestured to him.

Lin Fan smiled, "Elder, is there something you need help with?"

Gu Hang stood by.

He had been thinking for a long time about reinforcing the security of the complex. Everyone’s strength was weak, except for Lin Fan, the freak. The only useful asset was their clever human brains.

But no matter how smart the brains or how strong the hands, the prerequisite was to have tools.

"Run an errand for me, buy some things. There’s quite a bit to get, and the journey is somewhat long. The travel fee, how about two hundred?" Elder Wang said.

"Sure."

He agreed without a second thought.

Two hundred for travel expenses was already a high sum.

Elder Wang said, "Gu Hang will drive my car and go with you."

"No problem."

Needing to drive meant that a lot of items were to be bought. Although driving could easily attract zombies, it didn’t matter. He was very strong and didn’t need to worry about threats from zombies. He wasn’t afraid at all.

...

Elder Wang’s sedan had low safety features and could hardly hold out if zombies surrounded them.

They passed by a bank.

"Hang, stop the car first. I’m going to withdraw some cash. How much money do we need?"

The elder’s bank card was with him, but he wouldn’t use it privately. The money belonged to the elders, not to him; he only kept it in safekeeping.

"Five or six thousand maybe."

"Got it."

Lin Fan told Gu Hang to lock the car doors and windows and walked towards the bank. Observing the desolate atmosphere in the bank, he could only shake his head, approach the ATM, insert the bank card, enter the pin, and after a moment, the sound of counting cash started. Money was dispensed. He grabbed the cash and turned to leave.

The sedan drove on the road.

He looked outside and could only describe it as desolate.

"Hang, life must have affected you a lot now," said Lin Fan.

Gu Hang sighed, "Yeah, it’s had a major impact on everyone. The disaster struck without warning. Up to now, we still don’t know what happened. You’ve seen zombie movies—a lot of them are caused by virus outbreaks. But what I realized seems different. Viruses need hosts; they need nourishment. How do these zombies maintain their need for nourishment? By biting people, sure, but there aren’t that many people for them to bite."

"That day when Yang Hui gave birth, there was a zombie that could shout to attract other zombies. It seems like a kind of evolution for zombies, very strange."

He didn’t think it was caused by a virus.

Lin Fan said, "Don’t worry, I believe that everything will end soon. I think I should strive to eliminate the zombies. One day, when there are no more zombies in the world, that would mark the beginning of our reconstruction."

Gu Hang shook his head, "Little Fan, your thinking is too simplistic. There are too many zombies. Just in Huang City alone, with a population of over ten million, the survivors are the minority, and the zombies the majority. If we have to kill them one by one, how many decades will that take?"

Lin Fan responded, "Nothing in the world is difficult for those who set their minds to it. Didn’t The Foolish Old Man Who Removed the Mountains teach us that persistence is the key to success?"

Gu Hang glanced at Lin Fan, continued driving intently, and finally nodded, seeming to agree with these words.

But in his heart, he still felt it would be impossible to finish killing them all.

Setting aside the global population of seven to eight billion, just consider the domestic population. Looking at the current situation of Huang City, the number of survivors encountered was far too few. He even doubted whether eighty percent of the population of Huang City had turned into zombies.

Then, with the first wave of the onslaught, the remaining twenty percent got scattered, nearly wiped out. Even if there were survivors, facing such cruel and terrifying zombies, who could hold their ground?