I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 269 - 104: Without scientific basis, it is false_6

Chapter 269: Chapter 104: Without scientific basis, it is false_6

"Children, let it be, don’t risk your lives for an old man like me who won’t live much longer. It’s not worth it."

The old man truly did not want this.

Dawu, with a tense expression, pleaded, "Grandpa, please go back. We can really do this, It’s not a risk, my brother and I are very capable. This group of zombies catching us is simply impossible."

He was a bit panicked.

Xiaowu also hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, Grandpa, could you please listen to us?"

They had not anticipated this situation at all.

If they had known Grandpa would think this way, they would have tied him to the bed from the start so he couldn’t get up. Thinking this, Xiaowu felt very regretful.

The old man gently shook his head, "Kids, live well and stop stealing in the future. It’s not good, understand?"

After saying this,

The old man leaned forward, his head falling toward the ground.

"No!"

Dawu and Xiaowu shouted, only able to watch helplessly as their grandpa’s body fell, truly not wanting to witness such a thing.

They didn’t dare to look down at the ground.

With closed eyes, tears formed in the corners.

Dawu pounded on the security grates, furious.

During this apocalypse, meeting this old man and seeing what he did had deeply impacted them, making them determined to take care of Grandpa no matter what.

"Hello, the old man is fine, don’t be too pessimistic."

A voice reached their ears.

This voice boomed like thunder, buzzing in their ears, as if bringing to mind something unreal. They simultaneously looked down.

Stunningly, on the roof of a store, they saw the swordsman from yesterday, and Grandpa was in his arms, held like a princess.

For Lin Fan, walking down this road to return a book at the library, then seeing yesterday’s two survivors scaling a window, he decided to just watch quietly.

He wanted to know what they were up to.

After all, casually climbing windows is dangerous and frowned upon, often making people look like thieves.

"You...you." Dawu and Xiaowu stared at Lin Fan, only able to repeatedly utter ’you’ as no other words came out for the moment.

Lin Fan smiled, "We meet again. You were very vigilant yesterday, but I understand, considering it’s the apocalypse. It’s quite normal."

Dawu: ...

Xiaowu: ...

...

On the streets.

Walking towards the pharmacy.

Dawu still couldn’t grasp what sort of person this swordsman survivor was.

Seeing him somewhat reserved, Lin Fan initiated conversation, "Is he your real grandfather?"

"No," Dawu responded.

Lin Fan said, "I thought as much, since you don’t really look alike, but it’s admirable that you’d go to such lengths for a strange old man during the apocalypse."

With his head lowered, Dawu followed Lin Fan, fighting for a stranger whom they called Grandpa was certainly strange, but every strange action could be traced back to a reason.

Lin Fan continued to ask, "What did you guys used to do?"

Caught up in his thoughts, Dawu unthinkingly said, "A thief."

After speaking, he suddenly looked up at Lin Fan, as this profession truly couldn’t be exposed to the light and was universally despised, gaining without laboring was indeed despicable.

Lin Fan said, "No wonder then, you climb windows so professionally. My house was also burglarized in the past, mainly because I didn’t install burglar-proof windows. However, the thief was quite decent, he actually left me two hundred yuan."

Dawu was shocked, somewhat confusedly watching Lin Fan, "He left you two hundred?"

Remembering, Lin Fan said, "Yeah, that was a long time ago. I have the habit of keeping a diary. He thought I had money hidden inside it, so he flipped through it and read yesterday’s diary entry. I was having such a tough time that half month, my boss docked my pay, and I could barely afford to eat. He even left a message in my diary, ’Brother, you’re really having a hard time, why not quit your job and learn this craft with me. Here’s two hundred for food, help amongst brothers in dire times, I’m really righteous.’

Dawu was speechless, "Maybe you met a relatively righteous one."

Lin Fan smiled, "Perhaps, with those two hundred yuan, I survived that difficult half month. But thieving is not a good profession, so I wrote a sentence on a piece of paper and stuck it on the wall, hoping he would see it and change his ways. If he was willing, I was ready to teach him how to draw, but unfortunately, he never came back to my place."

Dawu, looking at the smiling Lin Fan, thought to himself, a fellow thief definitely wouldn’t go; going there again would mean he’d have to give another two hundred yuan. As for learning to draw, with such a life, it’s better not to learn.

"Hehe..."

Ahead, zombies were wandering.

Dawu saw them and got a bit nervous, the deterrent power of zombies was significant.

Lin Fan said, "Don’t be nervous, it’s just zombies. Just stay by my side."

The zombies, seeing two fresh pieces of flesh moving, roared hideously, thick liquid flowing down from the corners of their mouths, and rushed quickly towards Lin Fan and Dawu.

Lin Fan drew his sword, moved it lightly, and swiftly split the zombie into two halves, then said, "It’s okay now, it’s taken care of."

Dawu, with eyes wide open watching the zombie sliced into two halves, was amazed by the ease of the task, as if chopping vegetables, he stared at Lin Fan, really unsure of who he was.

Why could he be so formidable.

Seeing Dawu looking at him, Lin Fan smiled.

Is the profession of a thief good?

It is not.

Would he take Dawu to the police station in peace time?

He would not.

But if it were a time of peace, would he take him to the police station?

Then he would.

That’s the idea.

Pharmacy.

"Is anyone there?" Lin Fan asked, standing at the entrance.

He was checking to see if there were any people, or perhaps any zombies.

Dawu, curiously watching Lin Fan, thought asking that seemed unnecessary. He took a few steps inside, but as he did, Lin Fan pulled him back by the arm.

"Hehe..."

A zombie in a white lab coat ran out from behind the shelves, ferociously pouncing towards them.

Lin Fan didn’t draw his sword, but instead pulled the zombie outside and kicked it far away with one kick.

Dawu, still shaken, hadn’t expected a zombie to suddenly appear. If it weren’t for Lin Fan grabbing him, the consequences might have been unthinkable.

Lin Fan said, "Don’t be rash in what you do, being a little slower often isn’t a bad thing, and it might save your life."

"Thank you."