(3) Whoever Dares Disturb My Embrace Must Be Beaten Into a Dog's Head (3)

He didn't have that many thoughts. He just wanted to stay by his goddess's side.

"So there's really no problem?"

"None. Don't worry."

"Thank you."

"No need for thanks. Although I am a zombie, I am willing to contribute my strength in the fight against the apocalypse." Vuong Tu Huyen's ideological awareness was very high.

If he hadn't met Trieu Van, he would definitely be focused on building his empire, becoming a king or an overlord, seizing territory, fighting any humans he saw, and even fighting Lam Pham if he saw him. He absolutely wouldn't give him any chances.

And if he really couldn't win, he would just run away.

If you can't win, can't you at least let me run?

"How is the search for the Creators going?" Lam Pham asked.

Vuong Tu Huyen said, "It's very strange. I've sent many zombies to search in major cities, but I haven't found any trace of the Creators. I suspect they've received some information and have gone into hiding."

It was indeed a very strange matter.

Creators would usually develop in cities, but he later discovered that there were no traces of Creators in the cities. He suspected that the fleeing Zombie God was spreading information.

Or perhaps the Creator who organized the southern conference was killed.

This had put many Creators on alert, making them feel that exposing themselves outside was very dangerous, so they were secretly hiding somewhere, developing stealthily.

Lam Pham pondered, "That's possible. These Creators are not stupid. They have intelligence. It's very normal for them to hide. But the search for them cannot stop."

Vuong Tu Huyen said, "I understand." If other zombies knew about his actions, they would probably curse him out. You're a traitor among zombies, actually working for humans. You've simply lost all face for zombies.

"Have you encountered any survivors?" Lam Pham asked.

"No."

Vuong Tu Huyen shook his head.

The zombie search and rescue team he had formed was very professional; they were all handpicked by him.

The previous search and rescue team was just ordinary zombies, not sufficiently disguised. Often, people would be scared out of their wits upon seeing them. Before they could even speak, the survivors would have already run for their lives.

Even if there was a cliff ahead, for the sake of survival, the survivors would absolutely not hesitate. They would risk a chance at survival and jump straight off the cliff.

Therefore, in terms of leadership, he had a mature-stage mixed-type zombie lead the team. The other members were ordinary zombies, made to wear long robes and face-changing masks to hide their zombie features.

Even more crucial... Vuong Tu Huyen did not allow that group of zombies to make the "argh... argh..." sound. That sound was unique to zombies. Not shouting it a few times would make their whole bodies feel uncomfortable.

This was enough to prove how domineering Vuong Tu Huyen's oppression was.

And that group of zombies didn't dare to have any thoughts of resistance.

"Alright." Lam Pham sighed. Hop City was not far from Hoang City, and if there really were survivors nearby, they might have come across the Zombie Illustrated Handbook. As long as they got the handbook, they could learn its contents, and getting to the Sunshine Shelter in Hoang City would be a very simple matter.

Since there was nothing else.

Lam Pham smiled and said, "I'll be leaving first. You two continue."

Watching Lam Pham's departing back.

Vuong Tu Huyen was very helpless. The atmosphere for hugging was gone. But he was already content. The feeling of a hug was truly very comforting.

He still cherished it in his heart.

Vuong Tu Huyen looked at Trieu Van with a hint of affection.

Trieu Van smiled. In Vuong Tu Huyen's eyes, her smile was as lovely as an angel's.

"Let's continue our stroll."

"Okay."

Vuong Tu Huyen replied with extreme decisiveness.

"This is a clue left by the main forces."

Hoc Phan held a red cloth wrapped around a telephone pole. A piece of paper was tied tightly with the red cloth. The content on the paper was the direction.

They had been searching for the location of the main forces all this time.

They had finally found a clue.

Looking at the surrounding situation, there were zombie corpses. Upon careful observation, these zombie corpses were killed by firearms. Based on the degree of blood coagulation from the wounds, it should have been more than ten hours ago.

"Let's go. Continue onward." Hoc Phan waved his hand, turned around, and got back in the car. The armored cars and transport trucks headed into the distance. They would not go into cities to search for survivors.

From the current situation, very few survivors could have survived. Moreover, the number of zombies in the cities was the highest. Going into a city was like a sheep entering a tiger's den.

At this moment.

Lam Pham, who had left Hop City, had already started clearing out zombies.

"The numbers are really too high."

He looked at the current situation.

A small county town had gathered so many zombies. This showed that there were very few survivors who could clear out zombies.

The most miserable city was Hoang City.

The zombies there wanted to evolve, but someone didn't give them the chance.

When Lam Pham began to truly clear out the zombies in Hoang City, all chances vanished into thin air.

"Let the clearing begin."

Lam Pham slowly drew Frostmourne. The blade gleamed with a silver light under the sun's reflection. This was a true divine weapon simulated from absorbing countless crystals. It shone brightly in the game, and now in his hands, it was naturally even more dazzling.

He landed and swung his sword with the momentum.

In an instant.

The entire county town seemed to be covered by a net of silver. Countless zombies were torn apart, their viscous blood splattering everywhere.

Regardless of whether they were ordinary zombies or evolved zombies, at this moment, they were all treated equally. There was no difference between them.

Killing zombies earned points, and points increased his strength. In the past, he thought that improving to a certain level was enough.

But now, he knew his strength was not enough.

He still needed more power.

A while later.

On the rooftop of a building.

Lam Pham looked at the surrounding situation. Originally, the streets were filled with various zombies stumbling and wandering around. But now, there was not a single zombie left standing on the streets. They had all been turned into minced meat. This was the speed at which he cleared out zombies.

But the county town was very quiet, empty of any sound.

At least just a moment ago, there was still the concentrated sound of "argh... argh...".

Now, all sounds had vanished without a trace.

"Continue clearing."

This clearing work of his would keep him busy for a long time. One city, one county town, did not represent anything. There were still many, many places that needed him to clear them.

With a leap, he vanished into the distance.

In the cities closer to Hoang City, there might really be no Creators. Even if some zombies had evolved to the Creator level, after gaining intelligence, they might have already moved far away.

Lam Pham's reputation had definitely spread among the zombies.

Many Creators had listed Lam Pham as one of the humans who must be eliminated.

But the price to pay for eliminating Lam Pham was also unimaginable, or rather, impossible.

Thanh Thuy Town.

This town was surrounded by water on three sides, with only one entrance.

At this moment, this town was under attack by zombies. Many zombies had gathered at the entrance. Survivors stood on the defensive wall built behind, using special weapons to continuously kill the zombies.

But even with the survivors fighting back bravely, in the face of the zombie attack, the survivors in this town were still shrouded in panic.

The population of Thanh Thuy Town was not large. The people who lived here usually made a living by fishing. Young people who didn't want to be fishermen for the rest of their lives mostly ran off to the big cities outside.

When the apocalypse broke out.

Thanh Thuy Town was indeed attacked by zombies, but the threat level was very low because many people were used to sleeping on their fishing boats. After all, night was the best time for fishing.

This prevented the spread of zombification.

Even if zombies appeared in the town, because the number was not large, some of the townspeople were very brave and decisively occupied the high ground to kill the zombies in the town.

Thanh Thuy Town was thus safe.

Among the dozen or so surviving people, there were young people who knew that these were zombies and that the situation outside must be terrible.

As things developed, Thanh Thuy Town elected a leader.

His name was Phuong Trien. He organized the survivors to build a defensive line for Thanh Thuy Town, completely blocking the entrance to prevent wandering zombies from entering.

During this period of time.

The people of Thanh Thuy Town lived very comfortably, foraging in the mountains, drinking from the river. Not to mention the farming and breeding in the town, which household didn't have ample food?

In the apocalypse, the number of survivors in Thanh Thuy Town grew from a dozen to over a hundred. These additional people were all refugees who had fled here from the outside.

The townspeople were relatively friendly. Seeing these refugees come here, they took them into Thanh Thuy Town.

Phuong Trien knew that people's hearts were treacherous in the apocalypse, so he kept a wary eye, instructing trustworthy people to observe these refugees more, to prevent them from causing trouble.

But perhaps because Thanh Thuy Town had ample food and was very safe.

Those melodramatic incidents did not happen.

Thanh Thuy Town had been developing peacefully and stably in this apocalypse.

Until... now.

A group of zombies, as if they had discovered flesh and blood, swarmed over, wanting to break through Thanh Thuy Town's defensive line. Faced with such a situation, how could the people living in Thanh Thuy Town let the zombies do as they pleased?

Splat!

Splat!

The sound of flesh being pierced.

Everyone had grown accustomed to the apocalyptic life. Seeing zombies was not as frightening as it was at the beginning. Naturally, they dared to wield the weapons in their hands, reaping the lives of the zombies who wanted to attack.