Xin Feng

A person carving out a path through life in a chaotic world.
Zombies: Roar.
Lin Fan: "We're all neighbors, why be so irritable?"
Lin Fan: "I still need to go grocery shopping."
Lin Fan, looking at the zombified Xiao Qing: "Xiao Qing, I bought a few bottles of water, and I've already scanned the QR code."
Lin Fan: "Boss, I'd like to settle my wages."
Sunshine District, the community where Lin Fan lived, swarmed with countless refugees seeking shelter.
We should learn from Lin Fan, adhere to the law, work for money, and strive to buy houses and cars, becoming outstanding citizens in a city overrun with zombies.

I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade

Lin Fan dove to the ground, the silver light of Frost Mourning in his hand burst forth, forming a torrent of Sword Qi. Wherever the blade pointed, all was cut down, and thick blood sprinkled across the earth.


He wasn't venting his dissatisfaction, nor was he showing off his powerful strength.


But when justice needed him, he was ready to offer his own skills unhesitatingly, to become a defender of justice, contributing his humble power in a seemingly insignificant way.


Since the apocalypse, the ferocity of the zombies was well known, they had no humanity, no reason, and lacked the coexistence concept that beings walking on the earth should possess.


They were only brutal, gnawing, harming, leaving pain to innocent survivors for their own joy.


Such vile acts, he really couldn't overlook.


The sharp cries of the flesh masses continued to spread.


Chapter 098: Has the Frost's Sorrow Really Evolved? (Thanks to the silver that not even a resurrection coin could save)