The expression on his face showed one thing, but his words said another.
"Ah, don’t flatter this old man like that. If I can make a little contribution, I’ll be quite content."
At the start of the apocalypse, the shelter was in ruins, and many things required the expertise of professionals to get done. At that ti, so of the older folks who were skilled in these matters were absolutely delighted, feeling that even in their old age, they could still be useful. After all, being able to help the younger generation ant they were still valuable.
Take Old Zhou, for example, who was an expert in military engineering. Even without sufficient equipnt, he could use his vast experience to make so simple weapons for everyone and offer quite a few good suggestions for border defense around the area.
But now that the Sunshine Shelter is on track, lacking nothing, and even if there’s a shortage of equipnt, it can be transported from elsewhere, allowing the shelter to operate completely normally.
Supplies, dicine, firearms, communication, and more have been continuously improved through the efforts of the young people.
Every step to where they are now, he witnessed it all, and his heart was full of pride. This is the younger generation of our country; even in harsh environnts, they remain vigorous, transforming dire conditions into a beautiful environnt.
Lin Fan smiled and said, "Professor Xia, continue with your research. I won’t disturb you. So more survivors have co from Russia, and even though everything’s arranged, I need to take a look. After all, we must fulfill our duties as hosts."
"Go ahead." Professor Xia waved him off.
After Lin Fan left, Professor Xia began preparing to study the body of Jin Poshan. He shook his head as he approached the corpse.
"The head is already severed from the body, saving the trouble of cutting it."
Then he turned to find his tools, needing to dissect Jin Poshan’s body and cut open the head. Evolution to this extent often has internal causes, while external features aren’t really worth studying.
...
Snow fluttered, and the north wind howled.
The world was an expanse of white.
At this very mont, the song "A Spray of Plum Blossoms" could perfectly reflect Ogamoto Reiyi’s current mood.
He gazed into the endless distance, feeling lost, not knowing where to go. Being used by others, he could only bla his own stupidity. Now, being let go by the other side, he was told to find the so-called ’king’.
What’s the purpose?
It’s really not sothing that needs much thought.
The other side had spoken so plainly, but what could he do? He really had to go look for the ’king’, even knowing that they were using him again, but he proceeded in line with their wishes anyway.
However, he had beco smarter.
No one could fool him.
He had long planned that once he found the ’king’, he absolutely wouldn’t reveal the other’s whereabouts, watching them grow and strengthen. If that ’king’ felt evolved enough and wanted to challenge Lin Fan, he would desperately try to dissuade them.
Don’t go, absolutely don’t go; you’re not strong enough yet, can’t be so impulsive, must hold steady and keep silently getting stronger—this is the real choice.
"Lin Fan, just you wait. I must let you know how foolish it was to let go many tis, giving a way to survive. I will definitely seek revenge."
Ogamoto Reiyi clenched his fist, his expression resolute.
This was the very thing Lin Fan admired most about him—going through countless failures yet never giving up, always regaining confidence and standing back up after self-consolation.
This kind of spirit is sothing many people lack.
Now, this spirit appearing in a zombie, honestly, it could make many people feel ashad.
He headed toward a neighboring nation. The ’king’ Lin Fan ntioned was surely in one of two areas, either northwest or southwest. Though it seed just two regions, their vastness was beyond imagination.
It’s equivalent to many countries’ territories.
Finding it would be extrely challenging.
At dusk.
Lin Fan was lying down, revising the Zombie Album, Jin Poshan’s death having solved one of the apocalypse’s problems. He added so content to his introduction.
[He has been eliminated, the light will always prevail, the apocalypse will eventually end, let us work hard together.]
Lin Fan looked with great satisfaction at this sentence; this was the perfect ending.
But thinking about Ogamoto Reiyi’s situation, he felt he couldn’t just sit back. So things require good coordination. Although Ogamoto Reiyi’s spirit is respectable, his strength was negligible.
Penning down words.
[Na: Ogamoto Reiyi]
[Nationality: Yamato Nation]
[Race: Zombie]
[Danger Level: Very Dangerous]
[Record: Gathered creators multiple tis to assault the Sunshine Shelter, causing a significant impact. Its existence poses a threat to the Sunshine Shelter. Survivors outside, if encountered, must avoid and absolutely not engage in direct conflict—rember, rember]
[Ogamoto Reiyi, I will definitely find you and eliminate you]
Looking at the description of Ogamoto Reiyi, Lin Fan nodded with great satisfaction—truth and falsehood intertwined, the authenticity didn’t matter. The most important thing was to craft the best identity for Ogamoto Reiyi.
He believed Ogamoto Reiyi would surely find the ’king’.
But whether the ’king’ would believe Ogamoto Reiyi was hard to say, so he had to establish a good identity for Ogamoto Reiyi. Anyone harboring hatred towards Lin Fan would see this content and definitely view Ogamoto Reiyi as a kindred spirit.
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