I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 229 - 098: Has Frostmourne Really Evolved? (Thanks to the Silver That Even Resurrection Coins Couldn’t Save)_4

Chapter 229: Chapter 098: Has Frostmourne Really Evolved? (Thanks to the Silver That Even Resurrection Coins Couldn’t Save)_4

A group of survivors stood on the desolate street, the thick scent of blood wafting to their noses.

The scene was very quiet.

No one spoke.

Thump!

A survivor knelt on the ground, his eyes wide, muttering to himself, "Who is he, really, and why did he leave? We’re all here; we need help; we truly cannot do without him."

As he spoke, tears streamed from the corners of his eyes.

Many survivors were mentally crushed by the apocalyptic environment, that feeling of despair was truly painful.

"Yeah, but who is he, really?"

"I don’t know, I don’t know anything, only that he carries a sword."

"I really want to know where he lives, I truly want to follow him."

If it had been at the onset of the apocalypse, some might still have been cracking jokes, uttering juvenile remarks, waiting for rescue.

But as the apocalypse progressed to the present.

All the living were in somber spirits, knowing that the hoped-for rescue would not come, that everything depended on them alone.

At that moment, a survivor, initially shocked but soon composed, looked around at other survivors he had never met before, kindly reminding them.

"Have you taken the chance to gather supplies now? The mysterious strong character might have already eliminated all the zombies around here. It’s a quiet period; we have sufficient time to collect supplies."

"If zombies from other places wander over here, it won’t be that simple anymore."

Upon hearing this.

The dazed survivors snapped back to reality.

"Collected them, had already done so earlier."

"Didn’t expect there to be so many survivors in this area. Hasn’t anyone thought about uniting?"

Uniting?

Upon hearing this.

Survivors who had already formed teams gathered together, stepping back a few steps. If not for the appearance of this mysterious strong character giving them time to collect supplies, then when they were out of both bullets and food, encounters would not result in support, but in slaughter, since the amount of supplies was limited.

Everyone wanted to live; no one wanted to die.

A team of three physically strong survivors said, "Our team is taking in girls. We have plenty of supplies and weapons at our place, and the security, needless to say, is absolutely safe."

The speaker was a big man dressed in BOY clothing.

From the apocalypse to the present, they had originally been seven but four had died, leaving these three stronger ones. The only thing missing was women.

No one spoke.

No one answered.

Some survivor teams exchanged glances, quietly retreating, not wanting to get involved in this matter. Taking advantage of this time to gather more supplies was the most reliable course of action. As for forming teams with strangers, that was impossible.

Having had no prior contact, they did not know the nature of others. Casually forming teams was akin to seeking death.

In their view, the only fortunate thing.

Was that there existed a particularly formidable strong character in the city, capable of contending with a massive number of zombies. Although temporarily unrelated to them, they lived in the same city, and that was already enough.

...

...

Street.

"The future full of hope is becoming more promising."

Lin Fan smiled, grateful to have met Mr. Wang and others. As the number of friendly survivors in Sunshine District increased, he felt truly hopeful about life, a beautiful kind of hope that made him smile even in his sleep.

Passing by the Xinhua Bookstore, remembering the reward he had promised Feifei, he went inside to pick some out, of course not just for Feifei but also for Tingting and Zicheng.

The children at the orphanage, some still young, attended only kindergarten. They just needed to recognize characters, not yet needing to do worksheets or study.

Sniffing the scent of books, he paid and left.

Sunshine District.

"Lin Fan, encountered a lot of zombies again?"

Mr. Wang noticed the bloodstains on Lin Fan’s clothes; one didn’t need to guess to know what had happened.

Lin Fan said, "Yes, I just took a few thugs to the police station. Coming out, I met a Monitoring Zombie, so I followed it. Unexpectedly, it lured me to an underground parking lot where I encountered a uniquely evolved zombie and fought it out with the zombies there. Fortunately, there were no problems."

"You’ve worked hard," Mr. Wang sighed, knowing Lin Fan’s struggles. Facing zombies head-on was something only Lin Fan could do, yet when he came back and talked about these incidents, he always made light of them as if they were very ordinary affairs.

If it were anyone who liked to boast.

They would surely make a big deal out of it.

Lin Fan laughed, "It’s not hard, all very normal stuff. Mr. Wang, I’m going to shower first, I smell pretty bad."

"Okay."

Back at home, he changed his clothes and stepped into the shower. He had always lived alone and did his own laundry, especially these clothes stained with zombie blood which needed to be hand-washed. If put in the washing machine, it would easily dirty it.

Men shower quickly, lathering body wash on the crotch and armpits, then applying shampoo, rubbing a few times behind the ears, standing under the shower, and rinsing off in seconds.

Three minutes and done.

Once a man speeds up, everything must be quick.

He changed into a clean security uniform.

Checking the time.

One o’clock.

Hadn’t realized it was this late when he went out in the morning, touched his stomach, still hadn’t had lunch, so he haphazardly prepared something to fill his stomach.

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