CHAPTER 1000: CHAPTER 234: IS THIS SHELTER REALLY LEGIT? (PART 5)

He grasped Frostmourne, and with a swift swoosh, severed the zombie’s two arms. In its moment of confusion, he lifted his camera.

Click!

Click!

He pressed the shutter, capturing the zombie before him permanently.

The only flaw was that the zombie in the photo wasn’t in complete form. He then aimed the lens at the two scythe-like arms discarded on the ground.

Once the photos are developed, it’ll be fine to piece them together.

He then looked up at the zombie.

"Can’t you regenerate severed limbs?" Lin Fan appeared quite surprised, finding it unbelievable. At least among the Creators he had encountered, none of them couldn’t regenerate severed limbs.

"Groan..."

The armless zombie roared furiously, seemingly venting its inner rage.

However, given the recent situation, the zombie clearly realized how terrifying the human before it was, and without thinking further, turned around to run, vanishing from Lin Fan’s sight in the blink of an eye.

"It runs so fast, does it channel all its abilities into speed?"

Lin Fan muttered to himself, then smiled and quickly followed, leaping across tall buildings, his eyes locked on the fleeing zombie.

The armless zombie weaved through the horde of corpses, eventually dashing into a building.

All these scenes were caught by the trailing Lin Fan.

"So, it’s hiding in here?"

Lin Fan leapt down, landing on the ground, where the surrounding zombies, seeing the sudden presence of fresh flesh, went berserk.

He brandished Frostmourne, Sword Radiance flashing, and the zombies charging at him were instantly cut in half.

He then headed for the building.

The surrounding environment was very dark, and the air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood.

Zombies hid in the darkness, and with Lin Fan’s appearance, they instantly became agitated.

"Groan"

"Groan"

A large number of zombies charged towards Lin Fan, some leaping from higher floors, their grotesque and terrifying figures resembling demons.

"Really too aggressive."

He swung his sword, and in the darkness, with the emergence of Sword Radiance, the attacking zombies were instantly slain, their viscous blood flowing like a stream all over the ground.

Until the very end.

He saw the special zombie missing both arms, which seemed utterly shocked to see the human who had just severed its arms standing right before it.

"Your ability is quite lacking; aside from being fast, it seems you have no other skills. I suspect you might not be a Creator after all, or are you evolving on this path and just haven’t reached that level yet?" Lin Fan said.

The special zombie growled lowly, madly charging at Lin Fan, its speed was so fast that if it were Old Zhong and the others facing this zombie, they might not be able to react in time.

"Groan"

"I see, it seems it really is as I thought."

Looking at the charging special zombie.

Splat!

In the instant the Sword Radiance flashed, the opponent’s head was tossed high, spinning in the air.

[Kill Swifter]

[Points +70]

"Such points are still a long way from a Creator’s level; evolving to that extent isn’t a simple task."

Lin Fan approached the head, cutting it open.

He extracted the crystal inside.

This zombie possessed a multicolored crystal, and crystals like this aren’t so easy to obtain. At least for the average Awakeners, acquiring such a colored crystal is really tough, really tough.

"Let’s continue with the cleanup; the city’s zombies should be mostly cleared out now."

The work of clearing zombies is quite tedious and dull.

Lin Fan always kept a relaxed mood; the main way was to engage in a monologue while seeing zombies, communicating as if talking to himself, regardless of whether the zombies could understand, which wasn’t his concern.

...

Night.

Wu Hao arrived at the place where Xiaohui lived.

"Are you there?"

Still, no one answered.

This situation puzzled him; not being able to find her during the day was understandable — perhaps she was somewhere or had something to do — but now it was already dark, and all the houses around had a faint light on, yet the house Xiaohui lived in was completely dark.

"Where exactly did she go?"

After coming to this safe haven, the only person he communicated with was Xiaohui.

And just then, a patrol team passed by, noticing Wu Hao standing at the door.

"What are you doing?"

Wu Hao said, "I just came here and want to know where the resident here went. Her foot was injured, and she hasn’t returned yet; I’m worried something might have happened to her."

The patrol member said, "It’s forbidden to go out at night. Please return to your own residence immediately."

"I know going out is prohibited, but I just want to know where she went." Wu Hao was somewhat puzzled by the rules here; why was it forbidden to go out at night, and why must one stay inside the house?

For some reason, he always felt like this safe haven was somewhat unreliable.

It was as if something was being hidden.

The patrol member saw that he hadn’t left and spoke in a more serious tone.

"Please return to your room now. It’s forbidden to go out at night; that’s the shelter’s rule. If you break the rule, we’ll have to arrest you."

"Go back."

The patrol members never did tell him where the residents here had gone.

Seeing they were serious, Wu Hao looked at the tightly shut door, regrettably turning to leave.