I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 177 - 089 Lin Fan: Feeling Like Twenty Bulls Are Not Enough for Me to Fight_6

Chapter 177: Chapter 089 Lin Fan: Feeling Like Twenty Bulls Are Not Enough for Me to Fight_6

"You mindless zombies, why do you have to be so aggressive, forcing people into a corner?"

Lin Fan swung his sword, clearing the zombies before him with great speed. There were many of them, and escape was hardly worth considering.

Thwack!

Thwack!

One after another, zombie corpses fell to the ground. When they attacked others, they did so in packs, but facing Lin Fan, no matter their numbers, they all ended up in the same way—lying obediently on the ground.

Shock!

Horror!

Cao Yan was completely dumbfounded, unable to believe what he was seeing. The zombies, which he viewed as terrifying, were being killed so effortlessly by the mysterious man before him.

This scene fiercely assaulted his brain.

It shook his understanding to its core.

"Are you alright?"

Lin Fan approached Cao Yan and asked gently.

He noticed the other’s condition, fingers with blood, wounds.

"Were you bitten by a zombie?"

He knew being bitten by a zombie meant turning into one, and until now, he hadn’t seen any exceptions. Plus, the transformation happened quickly.

But the man hadn’t turned into a zombie yet.

However, dark veins were already appearing on his neck.

Cao Yan looked at the wound on his finger, recalling the moment. He was trying to rush out when a zombie pounced. Somehow mustering the strength, he pushed the zombie’s face away, managing to fend it off, but likely that was when he got careless and the zombie’s teeth grazed him.

"Am I... am I about to turn into a zombie?" Cao Yan’s face turned pale as he confronted this terrifying truth.

Lin Fan nodded, "If nothing unexpected happens, you’re about to become a zombie."

There was nothing he could do about such a situation. He could handle killing zombies but had no way to treat someone bitten.

Cao Yan thudded to his knees before Lin Fan, pleading, "Please, save my daughter, I beseech you."

With hands clasped and eyes brimming with desperation, he knew the young man before him was strong and capable, and his willingness to save him meant he was not a bad person, but had a good heart.

If his daughter stayed in the Xinfeng Hotel, she would surely die.

As if aware his time was running out, Cao Yan pulled out his wallet. Inside was a family photo, which he handed to Lin Fan, "Please, my daughter is called Cao Qing, she’s eight years old, this is her picture, please, help me save her, will you?"

"I know it’s a lot to ask, but I have no other choice. Please."

"She’s at the Xinfeng Hotel, Xinfeng Hotel... please."

Cao Yan’s speech was erratic, the pleading ’please’ being repeated the most, and as he spoke, he kept kowtowing.

After all, Lin Fan might truly be his last and only hope.

Lin Fan looked at the girl in the photo, smiling innocently and brightly, then back at the man in front of him, worn and nearly transforming into a zombie. The veins had spread to his face and might soon reach his brain in an instant.

"Alright," Lin Fan nodded.

The man before him reminded him of too many things.

For parents, their child is the most important thing.

Getting a man to kneel willingly is very difficult, but the one thing that will make them do it without a second thought is related to their child—no need for words, no need to think.

Grateful, Cao Yan looked at Lin Fan and said, "Thank you..."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Cao Yan stood up, closed his eyes, and charged towards a nearby wall. With a loud bang, blood gushed from his head, and he fell to the ground instantly.

Lin Fan watched, not intervening, as it was inevitable for the man to turn into a zombie.

Now, the other person ran into the wall, naturally not wanting to become a zombie and make a move on Lin Fan.

Lin Fan picked up the wallet from the ground, looked at the picture a few more times, put the picture back into the wallet, and stowed it safely.

He came to Cao Yan’s side and placed him inside the supermarket, which at least provided some shelter from the wind and rain.

Back at the intersection, carrying a book.

Xinfeng Hotel.

Thinking back, it was familiar, and in an instant, he remembered the location of the hotel. It was the storefront of a hotel combined with an inn, not far from here, just a short walk away.

That departing van must have been the one that brought them here.

Confronted with zombies, they decisively fled.

On the streets, Lin Fan looked around, these were all familiar shops, familiar buildings, yet with the arrival of the apocalypse, they had become completely desolate.

The occasional zombie that appeared was easily killed by him. He no longer had any interest in zombies; all he wanted was to change the bleakness of the market, really wishing for the glory and prosperity of the past.

To go online.

To watch movies.

To see the girls out shopping.

After a long while.

He looked up and saw the signboard not far away.

That was the Xinfeng Hotel.

The entrance was blocked with various objects, most likely in an attempt to prevent zombies from breaking in.

...

"So many people have died. When we were looking for supplies, the zombies found us, so many, many zombies, it was terrifying."

The speaker was one of the survivors who had come back alive. Aside from the driver, only two people had returned alive. There had been eight people in the back of the van, meaning six had died at the hands of the zombies.

The surrounding survivors listened to his account, picturing it in their minds. Some shivered, others were terrified to their core. No one wanted to die, but here, Qiu San was the overlord. Disobedience meant death.

Up until now, Qiu San had already killed four people.

All were thrown down from upstairs.

The scene was horrifying.

Qiu San listened with an expressionless face. Whether they lived or died was not important to him. What he lacked now was supplies; no, he lacked nothing. Still, why did he continue to send these survivors out to search?

Naturally, the more the merrier. If any survivors died, that was a cost saved.

His mindset had changed.

When the good times came, he intended to be the king of this place.

Controlling their life and death.

"Where is my daddy?" a little girl asked pitifully.

"Your dad is already dead. He was bitten by a zombie and has died in their hands."

"That’s not true, my daddy won’t die. He promised me, said he would bring me back something tasty to eat."

"Fuck..."

Qiu San slapped the little girl to the ground.

"Don’t fucking cry in front of me."

The people around witnessed this scene.

And shuddered.

It was indeed terrifying.