I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 185 - 091: Is this the hopeful Sunshine District? Why is it so terrifying_2

Chapter 185: Chapter 091: Is this the hopeful Sunshine District? Why is it so terrifying_2

When encountering good survivors, he would ask if they were willing to come to Sunshine District.

If he met evil survivors, he would transform into a busybody, upholding justice as an ordinary person. He couldn’t be called a hero, but rather an everyday impediment.

The desolate streets gave the impression that there was no hope to be seen, which might seem so to others, but in Lin Fan’s eyes, this was absolutely not the case.

He was always full of hope.

He didn’t go to places he had visited before, where there likely wouldn’t be any more survivors, and expanded his search to previously unexplored areas.

Observing the state of the streets.

"It’s really chaos, dirty and messy."

Many cars worth hundreds of thousands, even millions, were abandoned by the roadside. The people who once could afford such cars must have lived happy lives, yet with the apocalypse, such a good life was completely gone.

Under the pall of the apocalypse, a lively city had turned into lifeless ruins, and the quiet surroundings made the slightest noise piercingly jarring.

A faint stench of decay permeated the air, potentially from a rotting corpse nearby, carried by the wind and dispersing throughout every corner of the city.

He stopped walking, and for a moment, it was as if the scenery before him was still the same as before: young girls laughing, children sharing spicy strips with their friends, men smoking and thinking about where to enjoy skewers at night.

"An illusion."

Lin Fan stood in the center of the street, looking back at the deserted street with only his shadow, lonely and peculiar, yet not lonely at all—Sunshine District had survivors, it had the hope he brought back.

He continued walking, looking at the surrounding buildings.

It was as if he were promoting the properties of Sunshine District, or rather, it was more accurate to say he was searching for the scarce hope.

"Heh heh..."

The growling of the zombies.

Arriving at a new street, he encountered many more zombies than in the areas he had swept through.

"It’s all because of you zombies."

Lin Fan’s perception of the zombies subtly changed. Initially, it was "live your life, just don’t bother me," but now, he realized that friendly zombies were far too few. Up to now, including that one from before, there were just two.

Such a number was indeed too few.

Facing the oncoming zombies, Frostmourne swept through them with a silvery arc of Sword Radiance, and one after another, the zombies collapsed to the ground.

Killing zombies was not a difficult task.

It was quite simple in fact.

He arrived at a hair salon.

Touching his hair, it had been a while since he last cut it, and it seemed to have grown quite a bit.

"Anyone here?"

He entered the shop, asking softly.

No one answered.

He already knew the owner must have run away or turned into a zombie, but he was more hopeful that the owner had fled and survived.

Standing in front of the mirror, he observed his reflection; his hair was indeed long. By his past standards, he would definitely seek a haircut, as the hairstyle significantly contributes to a person’s Spirit and vigor.

He liked short hair, not too short, nor too long, with the sides of his head slightly shorter.

Looking at the price list.

Haircut: fifteen yuan.

There was no hair stylist, no owner.

Lin Fan used the scissors in front of the mirror, cutting his hair with several snips, then took the clippers to shave the sides above his ears, the cut hair slowly drifting to the ground.

A moment later.

He looked at his reflection’s hairstyle in the mirror, nodding in satisfaction.

Overall, it was not bad.

Taking out cash, he found change from the shop owner’s drawer himself, paying fifteen and taking back eighty-five, feeling delightful. Although he cut his hair himself, it was normal to pay since he used the salon’s tools.

"Owner, goodbye," Lin Fan said towards the empty shop.

He knew the owner wasn’t there.

But he hoped that his voice would carry through the shop, just like when he used to leave after a haircut, smiling and greeting the owner.

Friendly people are often like that.

"Given the situation, it’s very likely I won’t meet any survivors today."

He had traveled far, encountered many zombies, but not a single survivor, which left him feeling somewhat helpless.

He had an idea, to traverse the entire Huangshi and eradicate all zombies, creating a peaceful environment free from zombies, allowing survivors to walk the streets without worry and enjoy peaceful times.

Pffft!

He killed a newly encountered zombie, and suddenly he heard a voice.

"Brother, you’re pretty badass, those zombies can’t even get close to you before you take them down," a voice came from a building’s second floor.

Looking up, he found someone on the second floor of a shop, standing behind burglar bars—a young man with an astonishingly good mental state, unlike the other survivors he had met.

Lin Fan smiled, the smile of someone who had seen a survivor.

But the only problem was, he didn’t yet know what kind of person the other was, and if they were bad or didn’t meet the living standards of Sunshine District, he would truly have to say sorry.

"Hello," Lin Fan greeted proactively.

The young man looked at Lin Fan, sensing something odd about him, "Don’t say hello, just take my advice and run. You might seem strong, but if you encounter more zombies, you’re basically done for."

Lin Fan said, "Thanks for the concern, but I’m actually quite capable."