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

he leaped down, ignoring the zombies below, and landed in front of the mysterious zombie.


What he received in response was a furious roar from the mysterious zombie. The surrounding rubble vibrated and levitated as if enveloped by some sort of energy. With a whoosh, it flew towards him like bullets.


He didn't dodge, enduring the impact of the stones, which tore holes in his clothes. His $15 clothing was damaged, not because he didn't cherish his clothes, but because he wanted to see how powerful the impact was.


He couldn't feel anything; it was a waste of a piece of clothing.


"Hey, having evolved to your level, you should have some sense. You damaged my clothes."


Lin Fan was quite distressed; he was already not well-off, why add insult to injury?


However, he could be sure of one thing: the zombie in front of him had evolved to an extremely high level.


Chapter 132: It Must Be Tricky if It Makes Him Feel Strong_5