He slowly raised Frostmourne.
Thinking he would solve the creature in front of him with a single strike.
And at that mont.
A human shout ca from the distance.
"Son... don’t cause trouble."
"Son."
Lin Fan was perplexed upon hearing the voice.
What was going on?
Who could be shouting?
This city is already filled with zombies, how could there be human survivors? Or maybe it’s a zombie speaking human language, trying to lure soone?
What surprised Lin Fan even more was that when this voice ca, even the deford zombie seed much calr.
This situation was truly rare.
"That’s..."
Lin Fan’s pupils slightly contracted; from the faraway street, a human was actually coming towards them.
Looking closely.
The person wasn’t running, but staggered with difficulty, limping, clearly walking was hard, yet speeding up; this situation puzzled Lin Fan greatly.
What was the situation about?
And the son he’s shouting for, could it be he’s calling out to this fearso zombie?
Incredible, hard to believe.
Clutching Frostmourne, he wanted to know if his suspicions were correct; if the old man encountered danger, he’d rescue him quickly.
Under his watch, the struggling elderly man approached the zombie, and the zombie noticed the elderly man too.
Normally.
A zombie would attack, tearing the approaching elderly man to pieces.
But the zombie didn’t do so, instead emitted a low, soft "growl" which was far gentler than before; this change truly left Lin Fan astounded.
The elderly man arrived before the zombie, without revulsion to its ugliness, patting the zombie’s tentacles, complaining as he pat.
"Why don’t you listen to ? I told you not to cause trouble. Why do you want to cause trouble? Are you trying to anger ?"
"Growl"
The deford zombie growled, as if sowhat aggrieved.
This scene, anyone witnessing it would be rendered speechless.
Is this an illusion?
Or has the world suddenly changed?
Why does it feel so unreal, magical?
Lin Fan looked at the scene, touched his chin; since he couldn’t figure it out, he decided to inquire directly.
He leapt from the building, landed, and walked forward, hearing the elderly man’s complaints as he walked.
These words were spoken to the zombie.
Moreover, the zombie showed no aggressive signs, instead was very calm as if a child who had done wrong, being scolded by a parent, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.
"Hello, please don’t be afraid. I’m Lin Fan from Sunshine Shelter in Huang City, specifically here to clear out zombies."
When Lin Fan appeared, the elderly man’s face was visibly surprised, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to appear here, then imdiately realized his son’s state would surely frighten him.
Therefore, he wanted to proactively tell the other person his son was very obedient, but unexpectedly, before he could speak, the other person told him not to be afraid...
Though he was a bit old, he wasn’t a fool; he felt the other’s words might have a slight issue.
"You’re not afraid?" The elderly man asked.
Lin Fan smiled and said, "I’m not afraid. I often deal with zombies. If not for your appearance, I would have already cleared him out. But seeing your situation, you seem to have an unusual relationship; could you tell what’s going on?"
As Lin Fan inquired, the elderly man’s cloudy eyes dimd further, sighing deeply, distressed by what he’d experienced.
"This is my son."
"Hmm, I know he’s your son. It’s just, as far as I know, zombies evolved to this size generally don’t retain any mory of loved ones; what happened here?"
Nowadays Lin Fan could be considered a zombie expert.
He was very familiar with various zombie breeds.
These were accumulated experiences from clearing out zombies, only what he saw with his own eyes would leave a lasting mory, hard to forget.
The elderly man gently stroked the zombie’s fleshy tentacles, slowly opened up, as if unfolding a scroll, "Before it was just and my son living together; when he was first born, he was normal, but at three, his weight beca unimaginably heavy, although only three, his weight was identical to a ten-year-old child.
His mother and I took him to the hospital, sought all sorts of experts, visited many hospitals, but found no cause, just told us to continue observing."
Lin Fan didn’t interrupt the elderly’s story; these details might not be very important, but within them was a father’s struggles and love for his child.
The elderly man continued, "Later as the child aged, his weight increased ever more, doctors said he was in life-threatening danger, his weight caused imnse pressure on organs, his mother couldn’t bear the life and left.
I couldn’t abandon the child, happened upon a traditional dicine practitioner, he said there was hope for the child, prescribed so dication, and left a dical book for to learn, able to handle various issues.
Relying on the dication and self-taught dicine, although my son’s weight didn’t reduce, his life was preserved, until the apocalypse broke out, my son lay trembling in bed, then turned into a monster."
Lin Fan frowned in contemplation; what the old man said, in Lin Fan’s view, whatever influenced the evolution might be in the dicine, or maybe the dical book’s content led to prescriptions, causing a mixture of drug effects to accumulate inside him.
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