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

Ye Qian on the rooftop of the shop ran towards old Zhong's direction, leaped toward the overturned sedan, landed on the hood, raised her gun, and Spirit Bullets whist by whist were shooting out.


But the Tyrant, unlike other Evolutionary Zombies, didn't seem to know how to dodge or defend. Instead, it swung its flesh scythe nonchalantly, blocking the Spirit Bullets being shot at it.


"There's a car." Ye Qian yelled, hastily running towards the sedan, hoping to drive it and take everyone to safety.


As if knowing what she planned, the Tyrant charged forward, leaped into the air, swung its flesh scythe down, and with a thud, the sedan was instantly cleaved in two.


Ye Qian's eyes widened as she raised her gun and shot the Tyrant in the eye; blood splattered everywhere. However, for the Tyrant, there was no sensation of pain. What was losing an eye to it? It only made it swing its flesh scythe more furiously, chopping down at Ye Qian who stood there.


Chapter 144: Yes, We Gave Our Love to The Wrong Person_6