One of the zombies lunged at Lin Fan.
Brandishing the sword in his hands.
The silver light flickered—The first zombie of the day was torn asunder, which was a kind of opening act. Instantly, the figure shifted, the sword glinted, the inscriptions seemingly came to life, twinkling, and mercilessly harvesting the zombies in front of him.
Although the zombies were terrifyingly horrifying.
But if one had even a slight strength, a bit faster speed, and a slightly more precise angle, killing zombies was as easy as drinking water. If there was an ideal in the heart, like clearing the zombies to restore the glory of H city, then with the power of that ideal, one's abilities would be greatly enhanced.
"Ideal is the power that makes me stronger."
He noticed a store by the roadside.
'Xinfeng Bookstore'
A bootleg of Xinhua Bookstore.
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