(3) Misfortune is always shared; her misfortune is often our misfortune (3)

A figure appeared beside him.

"Captain Lei."

"You're here."

"Yes, it's truly unbelievable. Why would a zombie tide appear nearby? It's impossible." Lam Pham touched his chin in thought. He had used Hoang City as the center and cleared a large safe zone. He wouldn't dare say every corner was clean, but it was definitely impossible to form a zombie tide.

Captain Lei said, "Could it be that another Creator has noticed us?"

"It's possible. The spread of the "Illustrated Guide to Zombies" has made the existence of Hoang City no longer a secret. Ordinary zombies wouldn't care about this, but for a Creator with intelligence, we are a threat. It's understandable that they would want to destroy us."

Lam Pham agreed with Captain Lei's explanation.

"Then what should we do? Should we find the other's location?"

"No need. Today is their wedding day. It's better to make it a quick battle. After all, the number of such zombies may not be small, so there's no rush." Lam Pham slowly drew Frostmourne.

The silvery blade shone brightly under the light.

Then, in a flash, he disappeared from his spot.

No one could see his figure.

But the zombie tide in front had undergone an earth-shattering change. An invisible net of swords descended from the sky, instantly enveloping the entire zombie tide.

Thwack!

Thwack!

The formless, intangible sword net was like a meat grinder, shredding the appearing zombies.

Ordinary zombies were fine.

Evolved zombies were also fine.

Under such a sword light, they were all treated equally, with no difference.

Even the undulating zombie sphere was continuously shattered by the sharp sword light, disappearing from sight in a flash.

Lam Pham's gaze fell on a spot within the zombie tide. The moment the sword light had just descended, the zombie standing there had shown a humanized expression, looking very shocked, very horrified, as if it had seen a ghost.

"It's over, let's go back."

He returned to the fortress.

"Captain Lei, you go see the wedding. I'll watch here," Lam Pham said.

Captain Lei waved his hand and said, "No, you go. I'll still watch here. When the wedding is over, have some people come to clean up the scene and collect the crystals."

Lam Pham saw that Captain Lei didn't want to leave, so he nodded and returned to the wedding scene.

At this time, the survivors at the scene were giving their most sincere blessings to the new couple. Ma Duy Vien and Khau Bang walked up to Lam Pham, their eyes filled with gratitude and thanks.

Lam Pham smiled, "You are the first couple to get married in the apocalypse. I hope you will be happy and blessed, and bring new life to our Duong Quang shelter soon."

"I will try my best," Ma Duy Vien said firmly.

Khau Bang patted Ma Duy Vien's arm, looking a bit shy.

The surrounding people, seeing this situation, couldn't help but laugh.

A wedding made everyone at the scene very happy, their moods released in a way that was hard to describe. They had been suppressed by the apocalypse for too long, and many people's mentalities had quietly changed.

It was the living environment of the Duong Quang shelter that had pulled them back one by one.

In that sinister, dark world, was it wrong to want to live? No, it was not.

But those inhumane fellows were all deserving of death.

Even if they wore a skin that represented cleanliness and light, they could not hide their cold, inhumane hearts. These fellows, who could not be called human, could deceive many people, and even gain the respect and thanks of many people.

But in front of Lam Pham, there was nowhere to hide.

Somewhere else.

Drip!

Drip!

Hot blood dripped from Ton Nang's fingers. His hand had pierced through the throat of a male survivor before him. The male survivor let out a dark, "uh-oh" sound, as if he wanted to say something.

But his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Ignorant fellow. In the apocalypse, everyone is a whole. The misfortune of others is your misfortune. Don't think for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."

"When you met me and had malicious intentions towards me, the bell was already tolling in your ears."

Thwack!

He pulled out his hand.

A large amount of blood spurted from the other's throat.

Ton Nang flicked the blood from his fingers and looked at another survivor. That survivor's face was horrified, looking at Ton Nang as if he had seen a ghost.

He frantically pulled out a self-made firearm, his hands holding the gun trembling, his eyes filled with endless panic and unease.

"Don't come here."

"Don't come here? You guys invited me here. Why is it now 'don't come here'? Wanting to survive in the apocalypse is a very normal thing. I can understand. But why did you want to attack me?"

Ton Nang was not afraid of the gun in the other's hand.

He had left the Hong Nhat martial arts school and traveled all the way, passing through many places, seeing many zombies, and also encountering zombies that made him afraid.

But he had avoided all of them, without any conflict.

He encountered two survivors. From their appearances, one could tell that these two had become hunters other than zombies in the apocalypse, specializing in treating living survivors as prey.

Ton Nang followed them to this desolate farm.

Upon entering here, they revealed their true colors. The survivor whose throat he had pierced had tried to hit his head with an iron hammer, but he was instantly counter-killed.

If it were any other ordinary survivor, they would have long since died at their hands.

"Ah... you die."

The panicked fellow pulled the trigger.

The firearm spewed smoke, with the smell of gunpowder.

Ton Nang disappeared in front of him. When he reappeared, his fingers had also crushed his neck, and his two fingers had even pierced the skin, with hot blood seeping out.

Thud!

The other's legs bent, and he knelt on the ground, then fell forward, silent, without any movement.

"Outside of Hoang City, in the apocalypse, how many people can still be called human, and how many people have died at the hands of those they considered compatriots?"

Ton Nang said to himself, observing the surrounding environment. He saw in a corner a pile of what looked like human thigh bones. Having been through the baptism of the apocalypse, he could already maintain his own calmness. Nothing would have a great impact on him.

What did this represent?

He definitely knew.

He walked out of the farm and looked at a factory next door. He frowned slightly, then walked towards it. He came to the front door, pushed it open. In the dim room, only a small glass window let in a little light.

At the same time, the air in the room was also not good.

It was clearly caused by a lack of ventilation for a long time.

He walked in. With the faint light, he saw a survivor huddled in a cage in front. Looking closely, she seemed to be only a dozen years old, a little girl.

He walked into the cage and went towards the little girl.

Her clothes were not enough to cover her body. She had many wounds, some old wounds that had faintly healed, and also new wounds that were showing drops of blood.

Perhaps sensing someone approaching.

The little girl trembled, her whole body shaking violently. She huddled up, not even daring to look at Ton Nang.

Ton Nang sighed and shook his head. He knew what had happened. Even when there weren't some things around, Ton Nang was often very emotional. In the past, he had also almost fallen into the darkness.

In that bottomless darkness, countless hands stretched out, wanting to pull him in.

He struggled desperately, shouted desperately, a sense of powerlessness enveloping him.

Until in his despair, that strong light pulled him apart.

If he had to say it... it was Ha Minh Hien.

He came to the little girl, squatted down in front of her, reached out his hand, and gently touched the little girl's head. As he touched her, he found that the little girl's body was trembling even more violently.

That fear was like a substance, as if it was about to erupt.

"Sleep, sleep. Nothing has happened. You will forget all the disasters that have happened." Ton Nang's hand stroked the little girl's head. It was as if an invisible force spread out, and the little girl, who was full of panic, gradually calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.

He looked at the wounds on the little girl's body. His hand, as if kissed by God, as he waved it, no matter if it was old wounds or new wounds, they recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, not even a wound could be seen.

When he held the little girl, he found that she was holding a photo in her palm. The photo was worn out, but the people in the photo could still be clearly seen.

Besides the little girl, there was also a middle-aged man.

It should be her father.

Thinking of the human-like thigh bones he had just seen, he looked at the person in the photo, shook his head, put the photo away, and walked out of the factory.

As he walked outside, he looked down and noticed that the situation was a bit strange.

The ground was black, and there was not even a single weed.

When he came, he hadn't paid much attention.

He grabbed a handful of soil from the ground and sniffed it at the tip of his nose. There was an unpleasant sour smell. This was a farm. Logically, there should be grass planted, and even sheep and cows. But the surroundings were silent, without any movement.

"The ground is barren?"

Ton Nang frowned. He could only think that the ground had been completely destroyed, to the point of being barren. But how was it done? He didn't think it was man-made.

Just then.

He saw a figure walking in the distance, and that figure was surrounded by a thick green mist. As it approached, the mist became clearer and clearer. As if thinking of something.

Ton Nang retreated into the factory, found a trapdoor, lifted it, and hid in the cellar.

Not long after.

He heard the sound of footsteps, and then through the gap, he saw a zombie covered in pustules, holding a human corpse in its hand and gnawing on it. Feeling that no one was around, it staggered away.

"The one who caused this situation should be it."