The glass door was smashed. For the zombies, nothing before them could stop them from eating raw flesh. As long as encountered, it was a collision.
A man, seeing the pursuing zombies behind, raised the iron rod in his hand, swinging it towards a zombie. However, as he swung it onto one zombie's head, he was tackled to the ground by other zombies, without even a bit of room to resist.
One survivor hid under the cashier counter, head covered, trembling. Zombie threat, death enveloping, made his mood completely explode. That kind of helpless feeling enveloped his heart. Unconsciously, his crotch became wet, urine splattering all over the ground.
Fortunately, zombies' sense of smell wasn't good.
Otherwise, definitely could smell this strange odor of urine.
He prayed, Don't find me, really don't find me. Hearing the tragic screams around, he covered his ears, not letting himself listen.
Elevator.
"Let me in! Let me in!" The elevator couldn't hold anymore. Survivors blocked outside desperately pried the elevator doors. People inside, expressions panicked. Someone kicked the survivor prying the elevator doors against the wall.
"You f***er, scram!" a person in the elevator cursed angrily.
Then saw the survivor he kicked against the wall, just about to get up, was tackled to the ground by zombies. The bloody scene left them with an unimaginable image.
As the elevator doors closed, the people inside momentarily felt a sense of surviving a disaster.
But...
Beep beep beep...
As this sound transmitted out.
The survivors in the elevator looked at each other, as if seeing a ghost. This sound was rarely heard before, but absolutely not unfamiliar: this was the sound of overloading.
The doors hadn't closed, but slowly opened again.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the zombies outside, each one dripping sticky fluid, their pale eyes moving.
"Ah..."
Tragic screams echoed.
The heartbreaking screams explained just how tragic this group of survivors was.
They regretted it.
Hiding in their own small rooms was very safe.
Had to come to this damned place. Just arrived and about to die.
Outside.
Han Suong and her group heard rumbling sounds from overhead; those were zombies trampling their car. Also, a group of zombies wandered around. To put it simply, they were trapped in a zombie torrent.
Wanting to step on the gas and sweep through was impossible; performance absolutely insufficient. Not to mention mutated zombies; that kind of colossal zombie's strength was immense. If really encountered by such zombies while hiding inside, absolutely could even overturn the sedan.
"Big Sis Leader, what now?" Tu Trach Duong only dared to whisper.
Han Suong said, "It was my foolishness. Shouldn't have wanted to come see. If not for my wrong decision, wouldn't have encountered such a thing."
Sis Van said, "Big Sis Leader, this can't be blamed on you. If anyone's to blame, it's our lack of firm will. You saw we all had ideas, so you brought us to see the specific situation. Who knew such a thing would happen? It's just I'm very curious, why did these zombies suddenly come? We've encountered zombies before, but absolutely not in such numbers."
Han Suong said, "Don't know. But I always suspect, zombies might not be what we think. Don't talk for now. Wait until things end. When the zombie numbers decrease a bit, we can leave."
Far away.
A zombie stood motionless there, blankly watching the scene before it. It was the Monitoring-type zombie. It might see the survivor shelter and transmit it back, thereby triggering a zombie tide, destroying the survivor shelter.
At this time.
Lam Pham saw the Giai Long Hotel building.
"Such concentrated zombie sounds."
He heard the sound.
Somewhat puzzled inside.
A perfectly good shelter vicinity, why would there be so many zombies?
This was a matter worth pondering.
Walking, walking, at a turn, unexpectedly saw many zombies ahead, densely packed, already blocking the road.
"Thinking of going to check that shelter's situation, still have to clear out this group of zombies. Truly a complicated and troublesome matter."
He had no aversion whatsoever towards chopping zombies.
See zombies, add points, can get stronger, just like playing a game. Have付出 (fùchū - pay out/expend) then have回报 (huíbào - repayment/reward).
Looking at the situation far away.
"I have to chop faster. Although haven't clearly investigated the shelter's situation, but must be proactive."
Drew Frostmourne from his back. The Sword of Justice in his hand radiated silver light; that was the light of the righteous path. Body leaned forward, thump! Stepped on the ground, cracking it like a spiderweb. In an instant, transformed into an afterimage, charging towards the zombie horde with their backs to him. Silver light flashed, blade invincible, slaughtering zombies like flowing water and moving clouds. Could see a group of zombies being cut in half at the waist. Even for the zombies, they didn't react from beginning to end.
An ordinary citizen of Hoang city, with righteousness in his heart, the cleaner, continuously reaping.
[Kill Zombie] [Points +1]
Such points, for him, were just a slight addition of fun to the act of chopping zombies.
Hotel rooftop.
A helicopter was parked.
Tan Tu climbed to the rooftop, backhand locked the door. He wouldn't let anyone follow him, too dangerous. At such a moment, no one could be trusted. Damn it, truly damn it!
Bang bang bang!
Sound of pushing the door.
"Boss Tu, open the door!"
"Boss Tu, it's me! I'm Doan Ho! I'm Tiger!" (Hổ = Tiger)
Urgent sounds came from outside the door, appearing extremely flustered. They, like Tan Tu, didn't take the elevator. At that moment, taking the elevator was foolish behavior, absolutely wouldn't make it.
Climbing stairs was the wisest choice.
Bang bang bang!
The knocking sound grew heavier.
Tan Tu still didn't open the door, but braced against it, just afraid they would think of ways to violently break it down.
"F***! Tan Tu, you bastard! Lao Tzu worked like a horse for you, yet you won't even give me a chance to live, right?!"
"Lao Tzu f*** your mother!"
Hearing the curses, Tan Tu panted, sweat flowing down his face. For him, curse all you want.
Immediately after.
He heard sounds of fighting, as if zombies had caught up. Accompanied by bursts of tragic screams, also final curses. Very clearly they had been hacked to death by zombies.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Looked at the helicopter, heart gradually calming somewhat. As long as it was here, could go wherever he wanted. A big brother who can't fly a helicopter isn't a good big brother. Everything related to life and death must be controlled in one's own hands, absolutely cannot be placed in others' hands.
Walked to the edge of the rooftop, looked at the situation below. Just one glance made him tremble like a leaf, received a shock.
Zombie torrent in the street below, fiercely impacted his soul. Bursts of "Ugh ugh" roars like life-claiming demonic sounds. Also mixed within the zombie horde were those mutated zombies. Before his eyes was just a zombie nation.
"Ah..."
At this time, he saw unusual movement within the zombie horde not far away. Looking carefully, could see a flashing silvery-white light.
"Is it a person?"
He stared wide-eyed, pupils round.
"Impossible! Must be the zombies scared me stupid, having hallucinations! How could someone move freely within such a zombie tide? This is impossible!" Tan Tu shook his head, rubbed his eyes, opened them again. That image was still there, still silvery-white light flashing. That was a person!
Thump! Tan Tu knelt by the edge, hands on the ground, staring intently.
"Moving freely among zombies? How is this possible?"
...
Lam Pham killed zombies very quickly. Frostmourne in his hand turned into afterimages. With every swing, seemed to hear the air explode. The cutting sensation was too strong. Zombie corpses shattered, scattered all over the ground. This area had become a zombie burial ground.
"Speed-type zombie!"
Another four-limbed crawling mutated zombie.
He felt such zombies looked very ugly. The only suitable thing was their fast running speed. As the Speed-type zombie charged, he easily swung his sword, directly cleaving the Speed-type zombie in two.
Han Suong's group, hiding inside the steel beast, faces even paler. The zombies outside, for some reason, became even more violent.
Outside the vehicle, a Strength-type zombie was roaring. Its peripheral vision glanced over. Different from the Strength-type zombies they had seen before, this one had bone spurs protruding from both elbows, giving a feeling of stronger destructive power, even more terrifying.
The Strength-type zombie roared, treating the steel beast as an object to vent on. One palm swipe, they, hiding inside, were sent tumbling, directly overturning. The car roof leaned against a wall, crushing many zombies. Sticky fluid slid down the car window.
Gulp. Everyone swallowed hard. Never thought so close to death. Scared them into not daring to speak, not even daring to breathe loudly.
After a moment.
Lam Pham chopped his way from the distance to the hotel entrance. Halfway, encountered a Strength-type zombie, appearance somewhat strange, looked extremely mighty, very strong. Also a matter of one slash.
Points also gave 4.
Frostmourne in his hand still radiated light.
Looked at the smashed iron gate, looked at Giai Long Hotel's photo. Such a pity. A perfectly good shelter destroyed by zombies just like that. Analyzing the current situation, probably no one could survive.
Heard faint breathing sounds.
Looked at the tossed steel beast.
Very familiar vehicle.
He walked to the front of the vehicle, grabbed its edge, pulled down. Rumble! The vehicle was stably placed. He approached the glass, shielded his eyes, wanting to see the situation inside clearly.
Thought the people inside might be frightened.
He lightly tapped the glass.
"Hello."
A friendly greeting.
Just now was really very dangerous; zombie numbers too large, also many mutated zombies.
Don't just look at him chopping as if very easy.
That's with a divine artifact companion.
Old Mao rolled down the car window, stared dumbfounded, "You... Who are you?"
Not that he didn't want to start the car, but the car encountered some situation, couldn't start.
Lam Pham smiled, "My name is Lam Pham, live in Duong Quang Apartments. Are you survivors from here?"
He could see, the faces of the people inside the car showed panic.
Should have been frightened.
Old Mao turned his head, "Big Sis Leader, you do the talking."
He was frightened by the scene before him. Zombie fragmented corpses everywhere. Clearly still living zombies actually turned out like this. Even if racking his brains, couldn't have imagined.
Han Suong got out of the car to converse with the opponent. She wanted to remain stable, just that the current situation made her somewhat unsteady. Too shocking, too astonishing.
"Hello, my name is Lam Pham," Lam Pham said with a smile. He observed these four survivors, felt not bad. Met before, but not much exchange. "We met at the library before, right?"
"Yes, we did." Han Suong already remembered. Indeed met at the library. Looked at Frostmourne on the opponent's back, thought of what Chu Duong said: You must be careful of that guy carrying Frostmourne. He's sinister, cunning, very good at lying.
Lam Pham smiled, "Are you still borrowing books?"
He was just joking.
Hoped to ease the opponent's mood. At such a moment, chatting about lighthearted topics helps relax body and mind.
"No, no." Han Suong wanted to see through the opponent, but always couldn't. First meeting, Tu Trach Duong said this guy definitely had some mental illness. Now she really didn't know what to say.
Lam Pham said, "Oh, then it's okay. Books should be read slowly. Read too fast, like not reading at all."
Old Mao held the toolbox, repairing the car. Sis Van and Tu Trach Duong stared blankly at Lam Pham, simultaneously shocked by the scene before them.
Tu Trach Duong also thought of the library situation.
He quietly came to Old Mao's side, whispered, "That's the psycho we saw at the library."
Old Mao, who was repairing the car, almost couldn't hold his tools steady, made eye contact with Tu Trach Duong, Don't f*ing talk nonsense! If he hears, we'll die!
Han Suong asked, "Did you do all these zombies?"
Lam Pham said, "Mm. Heard the horn yesterday, so came to see how the shelter was. When I slowly walked over from the community, didn't expect so many zombies to appear. But it's okay, already chopped them all dead by me. Now the apocalypse is indeed dangerous, also extremely unfriendly. For you to survive among so many zombies, truly very formidable."
Hearing the opponent's affirmation.
Han Suong found it hard to believe, shock flashing unceasingly in her eyes.
The tool in Old Mao's hand fell to the ground. Picked it up, endured the shock, repaired the car.
Tu Trach Duong and Sis Van's minds were full of question marks. Killed so many zombies? How is this possible? We painstakingly survive in the apocalypse, yet he, holding a sword, casually swings and chops.
Still a guy previously regarded by him as a psycho.
Han Suong really wanted to see through the essence of this young man before her, but unfortunately, she couldn't. Always felt the opponent exuded a kind of mystery. Perhaps can't say mystery, but sincerity. Says what he has, no deceit whatsoever. This kind of situation, for her, rarely encountered.
"Are you having a hard time?" Lam Pham asked.
Han Suong: ...
"It's okay, difficulties will always pass. I have a part-time job, brokerage. Your shelter is gone. Interested in renting a room at my place? I think Duong Quang Apartments is very suitable for you," Lam Pham said.
"Why let us go?" Han Suong was like a female villain in a novel, encountering the protagonist and losing her mind, always asking why, not even suspecting the opponent of any motive.
For Han Suong, no need to think about anything. When facing absolute strength, any suspicion is like a child's tantrum. Your suspicion before a strong person is like a joke. For a strong person, I don't even take you seriously, yet you act as if very important.
Suspicion only exists between people on the same parallel line.
This person before her killed so many zombies, how could they still be on the same parallel line?
Lam Pham said, "From your eyes, I see anticipation for hope, the fighting spirit to resist the apocalypse, trust and unity towards friends. I want to invite you to Duong Quang Apartments, to strive together with a group of people who possess hope, together make hope grow larger, until it envelops the entire Hoang city, even the country."
Han Suong said without thinking, "We are willing."
She similarly saw sincerity, welcome, friendliness in Lam Pham's eyes, not that kind of hidden thought. Having been ambushed all the way until now, encountered too much evil, her mental state already at its limit.
Old Mao too, Tu Trach Duong too, Sis Van too... all the same. If could have a place to rest, then that would be a spiritual sublimation.
At this time.
Tan Tu ran over. Arriving before Lam Pham, knelt down with a thud.
"Big Brother! My god... I beg you! Save me! Take me with you!"
At this moment, he was no longer Big Brother, not an overlord, but a little underling who witnessed Lam Pham slaughter the entire field of zombies. Just wanted to follow the opponent, mix well in the apocalypse.
Kneeling must be decisive.
Han Suong and her group looked at Tan Tu, naturally knew his character. She wanted to remind Lam Pham, but before she could think it through, heard Lam Pham's reply.
"Sorry, from your eyes I see ferocity. You are not a good person. Just that I can't find your evidence, so cannot send you to the police station. Live well on your own, try not to harm others. One day when I meet you, if I see remorse in your eyes, I will give you a chance," Lam Pham said.
Tan Tu pleaded, "Big Brother, don't be like this! I can't survive on my own! I guarantee I'll change!"
"Change isn't spoken with the mouth, but shown in action. Okay, I have to take them back. See you if there's a chance," Lam Pham didn't want to bother with fierce people.
Being able to say so much was already considering the opponent as human.
...
On the road.
Lam Pham habitually moved around; Old Mao just drove, following behind.
For Han Suong and her group, what just happened had a huge impact on them.
Suddenly.
Thwack thwack thwack!
Helicopter sounds came.
Everyone looked towards the sky. The helicopter's altitude wasn't high. A voice came from the loudspeaker.
"Bastard! You actually rejected me! I, Tan Tu, always repay grudges! Absolutely will make you regret! Not taking me, right? I'll just leave the loudspeaker on, attract all zombies to your side!" Tan Tu's voice came from the loudspeaker, appearing very crazed. He knew Lam Pham was very formidable, but I'm in the sky, you f*er fly up and chop me if you dare!
Ugh ugh!
Only scattered one or two, very easily killed by Lam Pham.
Towards the helicopter above, he frowned. This kind of behavior was extremely vile, belonged to intentionally harming others, even posing a threat to others' lives.
Han Suong and her group also didn't know what to do, could only say too shameless.
Lam Pham murmured to himself, "I'll only give you three seconds chance."
"1."
"2."
"3."
Counted to three seconds.
Lam Pham drew Frostmourne. Under Han Suong and her group's puzzled gazes, swung one sword strike towards the helicopter above.
Pfft!
Rumble!
The clearly fine helicopter, as if cut by some sharp edge, was directly split in two, falling towards the ground. Lam Pham knew the consequences of a helicopter falling, again quickly swung and slashed. Only saw the helicopter continuously dismembering, turning into countless fragments falling down.
As for Tan Tu... seemed gone.
Tu Trach Duong stared, stammered, "Sword... Qi?"
Han Suong, Old Mao, Sis Van all stared dumbfounded at Lam Pham.
All thought... This perhaps is Sword Qi.
Lam Pham smiled, "Don't be agitated. Very simple. Just swing the sword at a speed of 39 curves/second, the sword tip will form a circular sonic boom flying towards the opponent. Just that the hand seems to have to bear 41 tons of centrifugal force."
"I also heard it from netizens, don't know if it's true."
Sis Van: ...
Old Mao: ...
Tu Trach Duong: ...
Han Suong: ...