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

The mandarin duck hot pot was set up, featuring various crabs, fish slices, river shrimp, vegetables, instant noodles, eggs, and even some beer. This kind of spread definitely couldn't compare with the days of peace.


But in the apocalypse, this was considered pretty good, and being able to enjoy such delicacies was truly great.


"To be able to eat hot pot now, that's really awesome," Ahai said, his face slightly flushed. After a few beers, the effects of the alcohol kicked in, and he looked at Lin Fan with admiration in his eyes, no words needed.


There's something about enjoying a hot pot outside, feeling the breeze, breathing in the fresh air, and tasting the delicious broth that would make anyone comment, "Are you trying to survive the apocalypse or are you on vacation?"


Chapter 131 This Is Distrust of the Only Light in Zombies