I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 66 - 061: The Dance Beauty Anchor

Chapter 66: Chapter 061: The Dance Beauty Anchor

"It’s a bit difficult," he sighed.

He handed out another flyer, but the conversation with a few survivors didn’t go well.

One appeared lost in a daze.

Two were quick to anger. Even if those two really wanted to rent a place, he’d have to carefully consider whether they were qualified or not.

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

He wouldn’t rent out the units in the district to bad people or those with poor character.

The Sunshine District had been a mix of all sorts before, rife with negative reviews, and even he had been bullied by those with bad character, fully aware of how awful it felt to be mistreated.

Therefore, as a middleman, he definitely wanted to rent the properties to reliable individuals.

He couldn’t control whether other agents cared about the character of their potential tenants, but he certainly did.

Before he knew it, he had passed by a luxurious district.

Hengda Garden.

There are many good district properties in Huang City, usually high-rise buildings that are quite expensive. Those similar to the Sunshine District, being an older development, cost only about ten thousand per square meter. His own two-bedroom, one-living room residence was only worth a few hundred thousand, which was incomparable to the prices of other properties.

After the apocalypse had struck, he hadn’t been to this place. A cursory glance revealed the staggering zombies wandering around, a group of them deceitful to the core. At first glance, they seemed weak, almost foolishly staggering around, head lolling as if they were harmless.

But to underestimate these zombies would incur a grave cost.

Initially, Lin Fan had also thought these zombies were likely harmless. Their shaky demeanor seemed to convey to those yet unturned, "We really pose no threat; we hope you won’t discriminate against us."

But he soon realized he had been mistaken.

In life, when disguise becomes second nature, even becoming a zombie wouldn’t make one forget.

"Another fight, huh? I’m just a middleman," Lin Fan lamented.

Lin Fan slowly drew Frostmourne, the evil sword stained with the blood of sin. Under the sunlight, it emitted a disquieting radiance, its edge more pronounced than when he had first obtained it, perhaps truly blood-stained.

The zombies, upon spotting Lin Fan, roared and charged forward aggressively, much faster than they had been previously.

A hundred meters in ten seconds?

It felt as if they could reach nine seconds for a hundred meters now.

Boom!

It was then that the roar of an engine erupted. An SUV barreled around the corner at breakneck speed, slamming on the brakes and drifting so that the tires screeched against the pavement, attracting the frenzied pursuit of the zombies.

"So cool," Lin Fan admitted, momentarily distracted on the spot.

The SUV came to a swift halt in front of Lin Fan, and a young man popped his head out, looking at Lin Fan oddly, "Brother, get in. Survive together?"

"Thanks, but no need. I’m working, and I’ve got a place to live," Lin Fan said with a smile.

The young man gave Lin Fan an odd look, didn’t think twice, and floored the gas pedal, parting ways with Lin Fan at the intersection. In this apocalyptic world, he maintained a friendly human spirit, not the kind who would recklessly rush to save every living person he saw but rather someone who would offer help when possible and invite willing individuals to survive together.

The brief exchange.

It made the young man feel that this guy might be a bit off.

What’s the greatest danger in surviving the apocalypse?

Some might say it’s the zombies.

But he wanted to say the greatest danger came from survivors who were helplessly altruistic without any capabilities to back it up, those who disregarded the lives of other innocent survivors without a second thought.

Another danger were those survivors who were not quite sane, the ones with issues.

No one could guarantee that a safe house wouldn’t be breached by zombies because of someone’s irrational behavior.

Therefore.

After a brief conversation with Lin Fan,

He drove away without a second thought.

Lin Fan continued walking forward. As for the man who had just left, he felt he was pretty decent—he didn’t curse, didn’t harm anyone, he just left without much to say.

Looking back,

The zombies were running, chasing after the departing vehicle.

Some saw Lin Fan’s leisurely pace, changed direction, and lunged fiercely towards him, the viscous fluid dripping from their mouths, an unspeakable sense of disgust.

"What a nuisance," Lin Fan muttered.

Left with no choice in the situation, he had to take up his sword for self-defense.

He raised the sword high.

As the zombies approached, he executed a gentle, fluid swing. The blade itself was invisible, only the air seemed to vibrate violently.

A zombie still a meter or two away from Lin Fan continued to charge, but as it reached him, it was split in two, falling to his left and right.

He took out the attacking zombies with ease.

With an expressionless face and unshaken demeanor, he continued his search for clients.

Walking on, he walked on.

Suddenly.

He saw from the window of a high-rise building in the Hengda Mingyuan something written with very bright letters.

’SOS’

"Is this a distress signal?"

Lin Fan frowned slightly, pondering over the situation, then looked down at the flyer in his hand.

"In the apocalyptic situation, everyone is having a tough time, living conditions are poor, surely they’re thinking about changing their environment, and there will also be a shortage of food."

"If I market housing to them, the success rate should be quite high, and there’s also the fee for running errands for food, hmm... this could be a long-term income."

"It’s doable, such clients are worth checking out, but if they’re not friendly, then it’s a no-go."

With that thought, he quickened his pace.

...

Hengda Mingyuan, Block 1, Room 1705.

A young and beautiful girl crouched in the corner of the room, her spirit was not good, the torment of the apocalyptic days had left her mental state on the verge of collapse.

Her name was Yan Nini, a dance live-streamer, who just turned nineteen this year. The first time she uploaded a dance video to the video app, she received over four million likes and nearly seven hundred thousand followers.

With a beautiful face and an excellent figure, she quickly became the goddess in the eyes of many netizens.

She was very skilled in folk dance, classical dance, and modern dance.

Many people danced, but no one was more popular than her.

Because her beauty and figure were so stunning, many fans watched her dance partly because of her looks and figure.

When the apocalypse arrived, she was bewildered, hiding at home too afraid to go anywhere.

Luckily, she had food at home.

She ate little, had a small appetite, thus she could last this long.

On the third day.

There were faint knocks on the door and voices, she listened carefully and knew it was her agent’s voice. Knowing her agent was still alive, she was thrilled.

The agent, Liu Hong, in her thirties, always handled her video operations.

But when she thought about opening the door, her mind went to her agent’s brother, Liu Bing.

This man lived with her agent right below her apartment, an idler fond of gambling. She always felt that Liu Bing’s gaze was off whenever he saw her, as if he was sizing up something.

Back then she didn’t care, peace times were a lawful society, she wasn’t afraid of what he might dare to do.

But now it was the apocalypse, and if he wanted to do something to her.

Her agent would definitely not stop him.

She might even help her brother.

Therefore, until now, she never opened the door for her agent, no matter what she said or how she coaxed, she didn’t open it, fearing something might happen.

She never imagined that her beauty and figure would become her fatal weakness in the apocalypse.

Now, having exhausted her food, she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out, but even if she were to starve, she would not open the door.

Sixteenth floor.

"Sis, that bitch still refuses to open the door?" A thin man was already showing signs of impatience. He was also afraid of the apocalypse, spending the first few days in panic with his sister.

But soon, he thought of the beauty Yan Nini upstairs.

The thought of a beauty even quelled his panic.

She truly was beautiful; he liked to swipe through videos and play the big brother on the leaderboards to hook up with the little live-streamers. Usually a few thousand bucks would get him a face-to-face meeting; ten thousand or so could lead to something more.

But there was a bit of a difference between the videos and the real person.

Yan Nini was different though, where the video and the real person didn’t vary much, in fact, her figure in real life was even better than in the videos.

Those legs, that waist, those hips...

At the thought, he couldn’t help himself.

He wanted to bust down that security door, but damn, that door was tough.

Liu Hong looked at her brother with a sense of helplessness. It’s the effing apocalypse, and you’re still thinking about playing around, but forget it, indeed no one can hold back.

Even she was tempted by that bitch.

But she too didn’t expect the other to be so vigilant, not even opening the door when she knocked.

"I told you not to be so blunt at the beginning," said Liu Hong.

Liu Bing chuckled, "But it’s the apocalypse, man, why care about all that?"

Suddenly.

Liu Bing’s expression changed subtly.

"Sis, don’t talk. There seems to be some noise outside," he said.

PS: About what everyone said yesterday, I feel there are quite a few things needed, let’s take it slow. I looked online and it says that hydroelectric power can operate unmanned, and it can support us for a while even without people. There are some complicated gadgets that I also need to look up online, anyone who knows, feel free to share. Anyway, we haven’t gotten to these things yet in the story, let’s focus on improving the entertainment culture first to lighten the mood.