I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 399 - 126: Clean Up the Research Institute, Launch Salvation Effort_5

Chapter 399: Chapter 126: Clean Up the Research Institute, Launch Salvation Effort_5

Now that such an incident had occurred, the mental pressure on them was immense.

A survivor approached the window, peering through the crack outside. In an instant, his pupils constricted sharply, mouth agape, his expression one of horror, as if he had seen a ghost, standing there in stunned silence.

"How is this possible."

As he uttered these four words.

The other survivors around him became restless as ants on a hot pan. What was it, just say it, this kind of suspense is really uncomfortable.

While they were eager to know, the two clever survivors had already quietly made their way upstairs, closing the door of the fire escape behind them, making it absolutely impossible to go down.

Their departure did not catch the attention of the other survivors.

Someone else, mustering their courage, approached the window. Not daring to guess what had happened, they at least wanted to die with some understanding. Even if they were to be killed by zombies, they wanted to know what kind of zombies they were and how they had gotten in.

"Damn it!"

Another exclamation rang out.

The survivors who hadn’t looked were staring at those by the window, all of them completely baffled, truly unaware of what was happening.

Outside.

Lin Fan swung his sword, Frostmourne, its silver light transforming into dazzling beams that tore through the zombies in front of him. For him, clearing these zombies was simply a way to hasten the glory of Huangshi.

From time to time, he glanced toward the building beside the road, where survivors were huddled. Sensing the movement of the survivors was a cause for happiness for him.

He truly hadn’t expected that with so many zombies surrounding them, there would still be survivors alive.

Perhaps this was the reason humanity could keep passing down its legacy, no matter the disaster.

Speeding up the cleanup.

Whether ordinary zombies or Evolutionary Zombies, they were all the same in his eyes, without any distinction between high or low status.

Before long.

The streets were littered with the corpses of zombies.

And there he stood at the base of that restaurant, looking up, then toward the entrance, which was a tightly shut rolling shutter door.

Clatter.

The rolling shutter was opened.

A group of survivors appeared before Lin Fan, their emotions highly agitated, some with red-rimmed eyes, some with tears streaming down their faces.

To them, the sword-wielding man before them was not merely slaying zombies; he was a living hope.

It was like people living under the control of invaders, although they were alive, the life was too oppressive, too miserable, until a spark ignited, and a group representing hope appeared, driving the invaders away. They took over the territory, but could the two situations even be compared?

"Hello."

Lin Fan greeted them with a smile, pleased to see so many survivors. He thought if he could introduce them to Sunshine District, he could make a handsome sum from Xia Ya’s rental fund.

But with all sorts mixed in here, he did not mention the rental issue, just greeted them warmly.

Thump!

Thump!

One after another, they knelt before Lin Fan.

"Please take us with you."

They didn’t ask who Lin Fan was, where he came from, they didn’t even know his name, but having seen him slay the zombies, they had already decided on their path forward.

When the hope of survival keeps diminishing, becoming less and less visible, people become more and more humble. An agreement that normally would take a meal to secure, in the end, even for a pancake, not to mention agreeing to terms, they would give themselves entirely to you.

Lin Fan looked at each one of them.

All people tortured by the apocalypse, on the verge of becoming mindless walking corpses, numb to despair, unresponsive to any external stimuli.

He could see the pursuit of hope fading in their eyes, as if thinking that hope might truly never come again. They surely had hope once, but after enduring so many trials, they had completely despaired.

You can’t blame these helpless people for not being hopeful about the future; it’s just that hope had never given them even the slightest path to pursue it.

Looking into their expectant gazes.

Some of them were suitable.

Some, like Guan Hao, had their mentality changed by the harsh environment. Without adjusting their behavior in a team, they would only die faster. This emotion is very complex. Can you say that those who don’t help the elderly or dare not jump into the water to save someone are bad? You can’t think that way.

"Okay."

Lin Fan said with a smile.

Those two simple words instantly elevated his image in the eyes of the survivors. Previously, they had seen their world as dark, so dark they couldn’t see their hands in front of their faces. But behind Lin Fan, a soft glow bloomed, managing to drive away the darkness.

He looked up toward the upper floors, where a few survivors were standing by a window. His first glance made him narrow his eyes.

"Are they really bad?" Lin Fan asked softly.

The survivors lifted their heads in unison to look up.

"Yes, particularly bad. Just now, someone was caught stealing food and they threw him down from upstairs."

"And more, they murder people. Someone was killed just a while ago."

They talked over each other.

Lin Fan spoke slowly, "The circumstances in this apocalyptic world are indeed harsh, whether it’s betrayal, running away, or selfishness, these are commonly found in human nature. But to willfully harm another’s life is illegal. It seems I need to find Officer Huang."

He couldn’t just walk away from such situations.

He headed for the upper floors.

Standing in front of the fire escape security door, he tried to open it, but it was locked. He wondered if breaking things now meant paying for damages.