I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 352 - 118: The Most, Most, Most... Special Zombie_6

Chapter 352: Chapter 118: The Most, Most, Most... Special Zombie_6

"Lin, bro..."

Ma Weiyan hurried toward Lin Fan. "I’ve made a discovery. I just contacted survivors via the radio; they’re at Tianhu Villa in Puyang District of Huang City."

"Puyang District, that’s a bit far; it’s on the opposite side of where we’re located, one to the left, one to the right," Lin Fan thought, aware of the Tianhu Villa residential area.

Ma Weiyan said, "During our communication, they mentioned that their current situation is pretty bleak, almost at a dead end. They were wondering if we could possibly rescue them."

Lin Fan sighed. The apocalypse was truly terrifying. Even with a safe haven, various issues would arise, with supplies being the most critical.

Without supplies, one had to go out to buy them.

But going out to buy supplies meant encountering zombies, and encountering zombies meant finding ways to escape. With even slightly bad luck, one could be devoured.

"I’ll go check it out," Lin Fan said.

"Alright, Lin, bro, just be careful."

...

Tianhu Villa.

In Huang City, it wasn’t considered top-tier, but it was still out of reach for ordinary people in their lifetimes.

A sedan slowly entered the area.

Inside the car were two male survivors who observed their surroundings. A few zombies roamed by the roadside, but for their modified sedan, zombies could hardly do any harm.

"Did you really hear that clearly just now?"

"I heard it clearly, four girls. I was communicating with them via the radio, they’ve been hiding there, they’re out of supplies and hope I come to rescue them. You wouldn’t know, that voice was so tender, it made my hair stand on end."

"Hair standing on end, are you sure it wasn’t that thing?"

"Heh, let’s not talk about that now, let’s rescue them first. Look, there aren’t many zombies around; those four girls are just too timid. If it were me, I’d have damn well gone out to find supplies by now."

Soon, after crushing some zombies blocking their way,

they arrived at the location mentioned by the girls.

Observing their surroundings.

No zombies.

Each villa here was a detached house surrounded by walls. When they came to the iron gate and were about to press the doorbell, the gate suddenly opened.

A woman appeared, looking quite pitiful at them.

"You’ve come," the woman said, her expression not very haggard but somewhat pitiful, stirring a protective desire in others.

To the two male survivors, the woman in front of them was not particularly beautiful, but she definitely made the grade. In today’s apocalyptic world, where the number of women had drastically reduced, encountering one meant she must be well protected.

And there were still three more girls.

Worth looking forward to.

After all, girls living in villas couldn’t be low in attractiveness.

"We are here, you are safe now. And the other three?" one man said, peering inside but not seeing the remaining three survivors.

The woman replied, "They’re inside. They’re too scared to come out, afraid of running into bad guys."

"Oh, you can rest easy, we aren’t bad guys. We are the good guys in this apocalypse. Hurry and lead us inside; let’s all leave together for our shelter," the man said.

The woman nodded her head and led the way while they followed behind, eyeing the swaying hips of the woman, wickedly thrilled.

They opened the door and entered the house,

and just as they walked in, eagerly anticipating the sight of the other three girls,

They suffered a heavy blow to their heads.

With a loud thud.

Two survivors fell to the ground.

Immediately, several figures surrounded them, looming above and chuckling maliciously.

A moment later.

The two survivors slowly regained consciousness. As they woke, their faces drastically changed when they remembered what had just happened—it was a trap.

Just as they thought of moving.

They found themselves bound to chairs.

"Hey, what are you doing..." the man roared, struggling.

But soon.

He no longer wanted to struggle but stared in shock at the scene before him.

"How is this possible."

He saw a zombie appear before him, and surprisingly, the surrounding survivors were not being attacked but were kneeling on the ground as if welcoming a king.

The group of survivors consisted not only of four girls but also three men.

They gazed at the zombie before them with eyes full of adoration, as if on a pilgrimage.

"Spirit, these are the survivors we’ve just lured here, we hope Spirit is pleased."

The zombie, wearing floral shorts and looking fierce, slowly approached the two survivors, roaring while a viscous fluid dripped onto them.

While alive, this zombie had been partying with friends, injecting themselves with a new blue drug, a costly concoction purchased from a chemist.

After injection, the drug could exhilarate the Spirit to a blissful state, as if floating in ecstasy, feeling as though flying in the sky.

And it was during this injection that the apocalypse erupted. He convulsed violently, evolving into a zombie, but he didn’t completely lose his mind; instead, he retained a bit of cognition.

However, this cognition was brutal. Any survivor in his sight emitted a red aroma, their blood vessels and heartbeats clearly visible to him.

He didn’t kill his seven friends but, in their eyes, became a god-like figure.

Making them continuously lure other survivors to him.

From the apocalypse to now, he had already consumed over fifty survivors and could feel his own strength increasing. He even sensed a strange crystal slowly forming in his head.

This crystal contained powerful energy.

It made his whole body feel extremely comfortable.

Could consuming flesh and blood make him stronger?

He wasn’t sure.

But devouring flesh and blood brought pleasure to his body and soul, breathing in the air as if he could breathe in something undetectable.

And that something was flowing into the crystal.

At this moment.

The two survivors were very scared.

"Big brother, we can talk this over. There’s no need for this, right?"

The unique zombie roared, biting into one of the survivor’s necks with a splatter, the sound of flesh tearing frightening the other survivor so much that he wet his pants on the spot.

"Ah... Ah..."

He screamed in fear.

The seven survivors, seeing the Spirit feasting, were ecstatic.

PS: Sorry, the update is late.