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

At this moment, the survivors who were working curiously looked at Lin Fan.


They hadn't been here long, and during conversations with others, they too had heard about the legendary tale of a sword-carrying survivor. At first listen, they had only one thought: it was fake, definitely fake.


But under the adamant assurances of others, they became doubtful yet somewhat believing.


Now that they were witnessing the arrival of the sword-carrying survivor, they naturally became very curious, wanting to know if he truly was that aberrant.


Feeling their attentive gazes, Lin Fan turned his head and nodded with a smile.


Lin Fan patted Yang Rong on the shoulder, showing approval of his behavior.


The truck slowly pulled up at the entrance.


Lin Fan and Yang Rong made their way downstairs.


Chapter 142 You are the Hope of All Our Survivors_4