CHAPTER 1229: CHAPTER 290: GUESS WHERE I AM_3

"Throw the weapon behind you over here. Three seconds, if you don’t throw, I’ll shoot."

"One!"

"Two!"

Lin Fan didn’t want the elderly man’s emotions to stay so agitated. After all, considering his age, constantly being in such a state of excitement might be too much for his body to handle.

Therefore, he directly threw the weapon over.

"Old man, take it easy. I really mean no harm. This weapon is very heavy, and you can’t lift it." Lin Fan reminded.

The old man cautiously looked at Lin Fan while slowly approaching the sword, Frostmourne, which had fallen on the ground, then stretched out his foot, intending to nudge the sword aside.

The tip of his toe touched the hilt.

But something strange happened—the sword on the ground didn’t move an inch.

The old man didn’t mind, thinking he just hadn’t used enough strength. While remaining vigilant against Lin Fan, he crouched down and reached out his arm, trying to pick up Frostmourne.

Touching the hilt, for the elderly man, how heavy could a sword be? It should be easy to lift.

"Ouch."

The old man frowned, letting out a pained sound, as he strained and twisted his lower back.

He hadn’t expected a seemingly ordinary sword to be so heavy.

"Old man, are you all right? This sword is truly too heavy for you to lift. It’s been reinforced with crystals, making it very heavy, and only I can pick it up," Lin Fan said.

"Don’t move, or I’ll shoot."

The old man, seeing Lin Fan trying to approach, endured the pain and aimed the shotgun in his hand at Lin Fan.

"Old man, I really mean you no harm. If I had any malicious intent, the shotgun in your hand truly wouldn’t be able to harm me at all."

Lin Fan explained, hoping the other person could feel his goodwill.

He always believed he could reach into the elderly man’s heart and resolve the current misunderstanding.

...

Moments later.

Outside the wooden house, the old man sat on a chair, while Lin Fan stood behind, crouching down, gently rubbing the old man’s lower back. Through his sincere communication, he finally got the elderly man to let down his guard.

"Ouch, you young man, what’s going on? You should’ve said something earlier, made this old man of mine twist my back."

Lin Fan, rubbing the old man’s back, said with a smile, "Yes, yes, it’s my problem. I didn’t clarify things sooner, causing you to twist your back. It’s my fault."

"Right, right here, much more comfortable," the old man said.

He knew the young man rubbing his back was a good person. He really had misjudged him earlier, but you couldn’t blame him. In this post-apocalyptic world, it’s hard to tell who’s human and who’s a ghoul.

"As long as you’re comfortable." Lin Fan said with a smile.

"Are you really from Huang City?"

Old Master Guan was very surprised, even found it a bit unbelievable, because the young man giving him a back rub had actually come from Huang City to the Five Mountains. It was truly incredible.

The distance between Huang City and the Five Mountains is very far.

And looking at the situation, it seemed like he specifically came to find him.

"Yes, I’ve been staying in Huang City. There’s a shelter there where many people live," Lin Fan said.

He knew Old Master Guan hadn’t seen the Zombie Album, otherwise, there wouldn’t have been the misunderstanding just now.

"A shelter, huh." Old Master Guan murmured, as if thinking about something.

"Old Master Guan, I know the reason you’re here is because someone passed by and met you. They told me you kept mentioning ’organization.’ Can you tell me which organization it is?"

Lin Fan started to inquire about the key matter.

He wouldn’t let go of any possibility.

If he could really find the organization’s location, it would make surviving in the post-apocalyptic world safer.

As Lin Fan mentioned the word ’organization,’

he could clearly feel the elderly man’s body slightly trembling.

"Why are you asking this?"

Facing away from Lin Fan, the fear etched on Old Master Guan’s face seemed to revive various terrifying scenes. He didn’t know why Lin Fan wanted to inquire about these things.

Lin Fan said, "Because I want to see that organization, see if it’s the one I know. The organization I know has always been harming other survivors, conducting various inhumane experiments on humans."

As Lin Fan voiced these words,

Old Master Guan’s face grew more and more grim.

"I don’t know, I know nothing." Old Master Guan shook his head.

Lin Fan knew Old Master Guan definitely knew something because he could feel a sense of fear from him. Did mentioning these things remind Old Master Guan of some terrifying scenario?

"Old Master, I understand you know something. Please tell me, I don’t want more survivors to face danger. Zombies in this post-apocalyptic world are already dangerous enough. We can’t let humans hurt humans anymore. Please, tell me."

Lin Fan said sincerely.

Old Master Guan said, "Don’t ask, it’s too terrifying. You can’t fight against them, even if you find them, you’re no match for them."

He didn’t want Lin Fan to throw his life away. After all, it was really dangerous there.

Old Master Guan was a biologist employed by the Qin Group, continuously conducting research. Later, when the apocalypse erupted, he thought it might be a virus spreading, and humans turning into zombies were actually just sick. If he could concoct a medication, perhaps he could reverse it back.

Until the Qin Group captured a zombie for dissection, upon seeing the various organs and viscera inside the zombie, only then did he realize things were far more terrifying than he had imagined.