The zombies roared hoarsely, opening their mouths, wanting to bite him. He could only raise his arm, blocking the zombie’s mouth, luckily there was tal protection, otherwise he would have already turned into a zombie.
Uncle Hamr struggled to break free, but the zombie’s strength was too great, especially when it goes crazy, it becos terrifyingly frightening.
Just when Uncle Hamr didn’t know what to do.
Poof!
The zombie’s head was pierced by an iron pipe.
He pushed the dead zombie aside, nodded to the survivor who saved him, "Thanks."
"Uncle Hamr, what’s there to thank? It seems like there was only one zombie, we’d better hurry up."
"Mm."
Encountering such a situation, Uncle Hamr was still shaken, his heart pounding.
Really intense and thrilling.
This is what the apocalypse is.
Dangers lurk everywhere, you never know when they’ll fall on your head.
Trying to survive alone in the apocalypse is very difficult.
You must have trustworthy, reliable comrades.
...
The city of Huang.
Lin Fan left ngng with Sister Li, in the future, this child would mostly be with Sister Li, while he focused all his efforts on clearing zombies.
Taking out the satellite phone.
It’s been so ti since he received a call for help from a survivor.
In that past ti, there was basically a call every few days, but now there are far too few.
The number of satellite phones they distributed over this period was not small.
The transport planes were soaring outside every day, either distributing the Zombie Album or satellite phones.
"Our country’s territory is a bit large, just this amount of things can’t be distributed properly, it’s reasonable that no one finds them."
Lin Fan thought to himself, not giving it much thought, as he expected, there was no problem.
Arriving at the Cross-river Bridge.
The previously hunted zombie corpses were still there, the crystals had been filtered clean. He pulled out Frostmourne, lightly touched the ground, Han Shuang covered, crushed, shattering all the zombie corpses.
He really loves this ability.
It makes cleaning very convenient.
The patrollers in the fortress stared with wide eyes.
Whoa...
To them, this was like seeing sothing unbelievable, internally exclaiming... Brother Lin can do magic.
Leaped up, instantly disappearing from where he was, heading south, the zombie cleaning process must continue, once all the cities are clean, everything will beco better.
To the creators hiding in the south.
They already know that Lin Fan is cleaning city after city.
Their territory is constantly being compressed.
To any creator, this is an intolerable action.
Unfortunately, there’s nothing they can do.
They don’t yet have the courage to dare challenge Lin Fan.
...
Days later.
Uncle Hamr tightly gripped the steering wheel, stepping on the gas pedal driving quickly forward, occasionally sharply turning the wheel, avoiding overturned vehicles blocking the way.
Not that he wants to show off his driving skills are so superb.
But there are countless zombies chasing behind.
A mighty stream, countless in number.
On the way to Huang City, he dared not drive too fast, everything focused on stability, after all, the obstacles were too many, any slight carelessness could cause a collision, or overturn.
Therefore, when there’s no danger, driving fast isn’t the wise choice.
But who would have thought when entering the province where Huang City is located, countless zombies appeared out of nowhere behind them, crazily chasing.
Startling them, terrifying them with the biggest crisis coming.
The faces of the survivors in the car also turned pale.
All they heard in their ears were the roars of zombies.
These sounds are like demonic music, entering their ears, deeply torturing their hearts.
"Not good, there are more ahead."
Uncle Hamr exclaid.
Just not far ahead.
A group in weird clothing appeared and stopped when they saw the approaching vehicles.
Uncle Hamr wondered to himself...
What is that thing?
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