I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 170 - 88 Oh, What a Shame to Miss Out on Talents_5

Chapter 170: Chapter 88 Oh, What a Shame to Miss Out on Talents_5

He then dashed forward.

"Hehe..."

He could hear the zombies’ growling.

Hiding in the sedan, the mother covered her son’s mouth after hearing the thunderous noise on the roof from the zombies’ footsteps, terrified not to let her child make any sounds out of fear.

She watched her husband’s retreating figure in despair. He was clearly so exhausted, yet he was still fighting to find hope for them.

Damned zombies, damned apocalypse, how she wished none of this had ever happened.

"Huff! Huff!"

Zhu Ming was deeply fatigued. Lacking regular exercise, he felt he could barely run any further, but thinking of buying time for his wife and child, he had to lead the zombies away and couldn’t let them catch up so quickly.

Otherwise, with zombies wandering around within view of the sedan, how could his wife and child escape safely?

He had heard the zombies’ "hehe" getting closer and closer.

Knowing the zombies were right behind him.

He didn’t dare to look back.

Fearful that if he did, he would be overpowered by the zombies.

Thud!

He, wearing his leather shoes, fell to the ground, knowing in his heart that there was no hope left. He felt the oppressive presence of the zombies, and it felt so real.

"It’s over."

"Wife... Son, you..."

Just as he fell into despair, ready to say goodbye to this world.

"Are you okay?" a gentle voice arrived.

Zhu Ming, dazed, turned his head to look at the young man standing next to him, who was carrying a bucket and had a sword strapped on his back, looking rather strange.

But...

"There are zombies..." he shouted.

"Oh, I saw them, don’t worry, let them come closer, and I’ll help you up first." Lin Fan helped him up, then looked towards the zombies, who were still about twenty or thirty meters away, neither too far nor too close.

Zhu Ming slowly backed away, wanting to continue running, as zombies represented an invincible terror to him.

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here, and I’m strong."

When you are strong, you must let the other party know, to reassure them, to make them have absolute confidence in you. But he felt like it was not working very well; the other’s expression was telling him, I really don’t believe you.

He set down the bucket.

Drew out Frostmourne.

When words are not enough to convince, it’s time to act, to show through actions that the other’s worries are unnecessary and unfounded.

"Hehe..."

The zombies were getting closer, and the growling grew louder in his ears. He took a step forward, his demeanor fierce, and with Frostmourne in hand, he swept through the zombies, the silver light gleaming, severing several leading zombies at the waist.

At that moment, Lin Fan was like a butterfly in a flower garden, his steps light and swift, with Frostmourne continually reaping.

It wasn’t just a light touch, but rather a violent output.

Any zombie that collided with Frostmourne either got its head neatly severed or, more gravely, was cleaved in two, with viscous liquid splattered everywhere.

Zhu Ming, wanting to continue escaping, was shocked by what he saw.

It even felt like he was deep in a dream.

Could a human really do such things? It even made him think, if I had such a sword, could I also contend with zombies?

Often, this is misplaced confidence.

One might not realize it, believing it to be the truth, only to be harshly taught by reality, even at the cost of life.

Lin Fan felt the Frostmourne in his hands becoming sharper; he wasn’t sure if it was his growing strength or just the sharpness, but he was unafraid of the fierce zombies.

The zombies’ moves were simple: lunge, crash, bite, and their relentless spirit.

A moment later.

Lin Fan looked at the pile of zombies before him, feeling somewhat helpless. Yet another pile of viscous fluid, broken bodies everywhere, and an unpleasant odor began to waft through the air.

He swung the Frostmourne in his hand, which buzzed and vibrated, as if the air itself were shattered by the high-frequency vibrations.

Blood dripped off.

Returned to its sheath.

"It’s safe now." Lin Fan walked towards Zhu Ming, bending to pick up the bucket, his prize for venturing out and encountering survivors — indeed, a fortunate event.

He observed the other.

The feeling was good; there was no evil intent, a rare quality in the apocalypse.

Continue observing, continue conversing, find out what the other does, and when the time is right, if the feeling is good, he might invite him to ask if he has a place to stay. If not, he could consider the Sunshine District.

A referral fee was within reach.

Zhu Ming, as if realizing something, hurriedly ran in that direction.

Lin Fan followed.

Often in such cases, one is rewarded with gratitude. Now as the man ran in that direction, he surely had something urgent to do.

Just see what it was.

Arriving there, he saw the man embracing a woman and a child.

The scene before him instantly brought to mind various possibilities. The luxury sedan parked in the road, hiding inside, someone running to draw the zombies away, was also very safe.

This man likely wanted to lead the zombies away to create an opportunity for them.

"Wife, he saved me, those zombies were all killed by him." Zhu Ming thought of the scene just now, shocked and grateful. If it weren’t for meeting him, he might already have become a meal for the zombies.

The woman looked at Lin Fan, her frail body concealing such prowess, "Thank you for saving my husband."

Lin Fan displayed a friendly smile. This family of three was the happiest he had encountered — intact, not lacking anyone, all alive, considering the survivors he had previously taken to the Sunshine District.

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