Wang Dajiang and the others gaped in disbelief at the talking zombie before them.
The zombie seemed to have guessed their reaction long ago. It drank the red wine and slowly approached Wang Dajiang's group.
"You... I remember you. Back then on the first floor of the hotel, I took you hostage, but Xiao Fan's people didn't care whether you lived or died."
"What's your situation today? Celebrating your independence?"
The zombie spoke and suddenly grabbed Wang Dajiang from the crowd.
Its crimson eyes flashed as it stared at Wang Dajiang. "I really hate it when people hold guns. Are you looking to die?"
Wang Dajiang's small gun dropped to the ground with a clang. "No, no, I was just... just..."
"Speak. Where did Xiao Fan go? How come there are only a few of you left?"
Wang Dajiang was now somewhat incoherent. "It wasn't my orders, no, I'm not really sure either. Xiao Fan's people left and went to a new base, but I don't know the exact location."
Li Nanfeng's gaze swept over the people present. "Who knows where Xiao Fan went?"
No one answered because they truly didn't know.
Xiao Fan's people had only said they were leaving, but they didn't mention the specific location.
Only one survivor managed to say, "They left by rail, heading north."
"North? That's a vast area."
Li Nanfeng said, already displaying extreme impatience.
Talking nonsense with these useless people was truly torturous. After becoming a zombie, Li Nanfeng's temper had become particularly violent.
His cold, inhuman gaze swept over the crowd, and Li Nanfeng gave a cold snort. "Since you're all so useless, there's no need for you to live."
He flung Wang Dajiang aside, directly throwing him into the zombie horde.
"Happy Independence Day, babies! Dinner time!"
The zombie horde pounced with a swarm. Wang Dajiang and the others didn't even have time to scream before being engulfed by the wave of undead.
Among them, the mutant bear zombie that Lu Wang had become after death was particularly fast at devouring people, chomping the flesh in its mouth with a terrifying crunching sound more horrific than the demons of hell.
Li Nanfeng sat alone on a chair, watching all this with an emotionless expression.
After watching for a while, he turned his head in annoyance and noticed the map on the wall.
"Hmm?"
His gaze fell upon a circled area in red.
It was a circle Xiao Fan had absentmindedly drawn when originally choosing the location.
"Yunzhou Leaning Mountain Farm."
Li Nanfeng stared at it for a moment before breaking into a cold laugh.
"Heh... hehehe!! How convenient for me."
"Xiao Fan, did you think I couldn't find you just by changing locations? You're wrong."
"Even if you hide at the ends of the earth, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth. I won't rest until I've crushed you to dust and avenged the hatred in my heart!"
Li Nanfeng directly left the police station building.
The deep night was perfect for traveling.
Yunzhou Leaning Mountain Farm was 1,500 kilometers away. Even if the zombie horde advanced 24 hours non-stop, they could only travel 70-80 kilometers per day at most.
For him to reach Yunzhou Leaning Mountain Farm from here would take more than 20 days, not even a month.
Moreover, he felt his forces were not at their limit yet. He wanted to take this time to further expand his troops, which would undoubtedly delay him further.
So he had to move a little faster.
Vast numbers of zombies began to move, slowly advancing northward along the highway.
Though their pace was sluggish, in this world, there was now no one who could obstruct their march.
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Xiao Fan was unaware of the events that had occurred in Yanshan Town.
He personally led his people to the train station near Sishui County, where they had disembarked, to wait.
They waited until 5 PM when the train finally arrived.
The people from Yanshan Town began to disembark.
Xiao Fan also saw his father and sister, happily chatting with them briefly.
"Get on board. We're heading to our new base. Although it's still rather crude there, it's safe, and everyone can live and build without worry."
Over 200 survivors boarded the vehicles and the convoy headed directly for the City of Dawn.
Along the way, across a stretch of wilderness, they could vaguely see Yunzhou Leaning Mountain Farm in the distance.
There were still a few survivors at that farm, hiding in several houses. Xiao Fan's group had passed by a few times, but those survivors never appeared.
Whether out of fear or something else, they just hid and avoided contact.
Xiao Fan didn't want to disturb anyone, so if they didn't show up, so be it. They would only be a burden now.
As they passed Yunzhou Leaning Mountain Farm, he could faintly see the lights from a few places there.
But just as they were passing by, the lights suddenly went out all at once!
"What's going on?" Xiao Fan was taken aback.
But he immediately thought of a possibility and told the engineer Ai Yin, "Take two soldiers back to the train and see if it can still be powered on."
He wanted to confirm one thing. The train ran on electricity, but it was clearly not the same power source as Yunzhou Leaning Mountain Farm. If both places lost power, then the situation might be serious.
A Jeep 212 quickly raced back and caught up with the main group after a while.
"Commander, there's a blackout. The train can't be powered on."
Xiao Fan silently nodded. It was a complete blackout, as expected.
Although this had long been anticipated, now that it had truly arrived, his mood was still rather heavy.
While this might not greatly affect the City of Dawn, for the survivors still in hiding, it was almost a catastrophe.
From today onwards, they had lost electricity, lost lighting tools, lost refrigerators for storing food, and lost appliances for heating and cooking.
They might have to leave their homes and face the dangers outside.
But after prolonged hiding, they lacked the courage and means to confront the zombies.
Without a doubt, the death rate of human survivors would spike again during this period.
The initial outbreak was a disaster, and now this complete blackout would be the second disaster.
The true darkness had descended!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
