I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 351 - 118: The Most, Most, Most... Special Zombie_5

Chapter 351: Chapter 118: The Most, Most, Most... Special Zombie_5

Gu Hang: ...

Ma Weiyan: ...

Perhaps people really are different from one another. Happiness is different, and so is pain.

Some people in the apocalypse seek to survive, while others enjoy themselves.

At this moment.

In a distant mountain.

A young man with multicolored hair was soaking in a bathtub, eating chips, sipping on cola, leisurely watching a movie.

He had just made contact with the outside world.

But unexpectedly... the person on the other end turned out to be a lunatic. During this time, he had made contact with quite a few survivors through his radio, but most were in a state of panic. Some survivors asked for his location, wanting to live together, but he ignored them. Having seen so many post-apocalyptic movies, how could he not know how terrifying people could be now?

The only regret was that there were no girls. How great it would be if there were any.

Now, the face of the young man was inscribed with two words.

"Happy"

All of a sudden.

An alarm sounded.

Startled, the young man hastily got up and rushed to the surveillance station. He saw several unfamiliar people lingering outside the iron gate.

"Eh, isn’t this guy... the contractor who is in charge of my base? Shit, he must have somehow discovered my secret base and came on purpose."

At the same time, he noticed the weapons in the hands of the survivors.

His expression gradually became more solemn.

"The contractor shouldn’t know the password to my iron gate, right..."

...

In the streets.

On the second floor of a shop.

Zombie Dongdong snuggled up to his mother. He seemed to sense his mother’s life rapidly fading away, as if wanting to say something, but could only let out deep growls.

The woman was very weak, pale, and in severe pain that tormented her greatly. She could only lie in bed, enduring the misery, while gently patting Dongdong’s back.

"Dongdong, mom might not be able to hold on much longer. You must survive well. No matter what you become, you will always be mom’s good child, good Dongdong..."

The woman struggled to speak, her words laced with reluctance.

Dongdong lifted his head, his gray-white pupils focusing on the pale face.

"Heh heh..."

Grunting, he could only make ’heh heh’ sounds.

He seemed to understand something, and yet not fully comprehend. Quietly, he snuggled next to the woman, just like before, lying by his mother’s side, blissfully.

"Heh heh..."

There was movement in the street; it was zombies roaming.

Dongdong thought of getting up, to bite and kill the zombies outside, but he seemed able to understand the woman’s words.

"Dongdong, be good. Don’t go out. Mom doesn’t have much energy left to wipe your face."

Hearing this, he obediently lay by the woman’s side.

If a research team studying zombies saw this scene, they would definitely exclaim in shock, wondering what could cause a zombie that seemed to understand human speech.

Outside.

Puchi.

A silvery glint flashed by.

Lin Fan calmly slew zombies, then looked towards the second floor of the shop.

"Life is really so fragile."

He could hear the words the woman on the second floor had just said to zombie Dongdong.

He didn’t disturb the lives of the mother and child.

Instead, he let Dongdong enjoy the last of his mother’s love, sensing that the woman’s life was nearing its end. What would become of Dongdong’s fate when that moment arrived...

He shouldered his sword and walked into the distance. The daily clearing of zombies had begun. He needed to collect more crystals, Ma Weiyan was in charge of radio communication, making contact with the outside world, searching for survivors.

Gu Hang led a group of people, constantly improving the district’s defenses, and with the crystals brought back by Lin Fan, built the strongest defenses.

"Heh heh..."

Lin Fan stood on the roof of a building, looking down at the dense crowd of wandering zombies below.

"No matter how many of you there are, even if there are millions, tens of millions, I, Lin Fan, will rely on the Frost Mourning in my hand, to eradicate you all."

Having said this.

He dived down.

He drew Frost Mourning from behind, and when the silvery glow flashed, things became extraordinary.

For humans, the fewer zombies there are, the safer they can feel.

For the zombies, Lin Fan’s presence meant their lives were coming to an end, completely devoid of hope for survival.

In the distance.

Inside a car, two survivors watched the scene in front of them with gaping mouths.

They were people sent by the Lucky Number’s He Qing.

Old He had told them not to harbor any inappropriate thoughts about Lin Fan. Following him was fine, even being discovered wouldn’t be a problem, as the other party probably wouldn’t harm them.

Faced with such orders.

They followed nervously, and then they witnessed the scene before them.

"Is he even human?"

"Human? I don’t think that has much to do with being human anymore. Diving from such a height, I think he’s like a god..."

Several days later.

At Sunshine District, in the streets.

Lin Fan looked at the iron barricades on both sides blocking the zombies. Thanks to Gu Hang’s efforts, they had been raised to four meters high, a reaction to the scare from that guy at Lucky Number.

Perhaps he too had not anticipated that there would be survivors who would want to harm others, transporting zombies here.

The iron barricades had absorbed a large number of crystals.

There were eight in total.

Among them, one of the crystals was black.

He had encountered a Tyrant, a king among zombies, possessing unimaginable destructive power, a disaster for any survivor.

But when it came to Lin Fan.

The Tyrant was merely a medium for providing crystals.