Chu Han, without any extra emotion, relaxed his right fingers slightly before tightening his grip on the axe again. A familiar feeling emanated from the muscles in his arm. (Baidu search for "Powerful Literature Network").
Chopping zombies with one hand—this was his most common method in his past life.
Two zombies lunged at him simultaneously, sharp, stinking teeth bared, ready to bite down on Chu Han, tear him apart, and rip out his fresh organs for a feast.
"Run!" Zhang Ziyu finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted.
Chu Han stood tall, gazing at the two zombies less than a meter away. Suddenly, he thrust his right foot forward with all his might, striking one zombie with a powerful kick. Simultaneously, he raised his right hand, the axe blade flashing with a cold gleam as he brought it down fiercely on the other zombie's head.
Chu Han's speed was impeccable, striking the zombie's most vulnerable spot. With one blow, the zombie's head exploded
. Brain matter spurted out, showering Chu Han's face. Pieces of rotting flesh followed their trajectory and landed in his mouth. Two eyeballs were knocked out, rolling several times on the ground.
The zombie, having been kicked away by Chu Han, scrambled to its feet, roaring once more as it lunged at Chu Han, its dead companion lying beside it unmoved.
Chu Han spat out the rotting flesh.
He picked up the axe and chopped down on another zombie, blowing its head off as well. He never let go of the oil gun in his left hand. The axe was stained with zombie brains and black blood, dripping onto the ground.
Zhang Ziyu, who had been running away, was stunned. He saw Chu Han covered in putrid pus and blood. Two zombies lay at his feet, their mouths agape, their heads smashed.
The utterly disgusting sight jarred his nerves. The once insignificant outsider had suddenly become so cold and brutal that Zhang Ziyu felt lost.
Chu Han had killed two zombies in two strikes, even with one hand still pumping oil!
He glanced again at the horrifically dead zombies on the ground. Their shattered heads oozed a liquid unlike human pus, and Chu Han's face was stained with zombie brain matter.
Ugh—
Zhang Ziyu vomited immediately.
Chu Han glanced back at him, his nerves tense as he continued to pump gas. No zombies were nearby yet.
"Don't open the door! Don't open the door! Ahhhh!" Gu Xiaotong's voice suddenly echoed from a distance.
Fan Wei flung the door open with a thud, an iron rod in hand. His steps suddenly paused at the sight outside, and Gu Xiaotong's cries ceased abruptly.
The zombies were dead.
Fan Wei stared in horror at Chu Han, who stood motionless, his left hand pumping gasoline, his right gripping an axe. A wave of fear welled up in him. Was he still human? What kind of mental fortitude was needed to maintain such composure?
Gu Xiaotong's body went cold, and she looked at Chu Han with a complicated expression. She hadn't witnessed Chu Han's killing of the zombies; she only knew that the zombies were dead, and Chu Han was fine.
With a click, Chu Han pulled out the gas nozzle, filling it up. He turned and glanced around, his grubby face expressionless. He still had plenty of room in his car, and he wanted to take the items from the convenience store.
"Where are you going?" Zhang Ziyu suddenly ran over.
He was determined to follow Chu Han. He had to!
Chu Han frowned and simply replied, "Looking for my parents."
Finding his parents was Chu Han's first goal after the apocalypse. Some went looking for lovers, some fled for their own safety, but few would travel thousands of miles to fetch their parents. At their age, having just passed their rebellious phase, they didn't have that kind of awareness yet, let alone when they were in danger.
But Chu Han had to go; otherwise, he felt like a complete failure!
"Can you take me with you?" Zhang Ziyu said quickly. "Your family is in Anluo City, right? I'm passing through Shishi. I'm going to Shishi!"
Zhang Ziyu was devastated. Why hadn't he realized Chu Han was so impressive before? That axe wielding was so impressive! He chopped down two zombies in two strokes, sending him tumbling with fear.
"We have a car, no need to bother you," Fan Wei added.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhang Ziyu nodded quickly, no longer daring to speak to Chu Han with his previous attitude.
Chu Han frowned. He wouldn't mind if the other party drove themselves, but more people meant more trouble. Shi City was a necessary stop on the way to Anluo City, and two cars provided an extra layer of security, both for food and safety.
"Okay, take some food from the convenience store," Chu Han instructed.
"Okay!" Zhang Ziyu and Fan Wei immediately sprang into action.
Chu Han entered the convenience store, still holding the iron axe. After a quick glance to make sure it was clear, he headed into the warehouse. He didn't have time to slowly sort things out outside.
Chu Han paid Gu Xiaotong no mind as he passed her, even though she kept giving him complicated looks.
As for the fat man sitting in the corner, munching away, Chu Han didn't even spare him a glance.
Chu Han had already refined his mindset to the highest level during the ten years of the apocalypse. He saw this fat man as hopeless, soon to perish in this world where order was gradually collapsing.
Box after box of food was carried out until the G55 was enormous. Chu Han stopped when the large space was almost full. Gu Xiaotong got in first, prompting Zhang Ziyu to curse.
Just as they finished loading their belongings and were about to leave, Zhang Ziyu passed by a fat man crying in a corner. He kicked him in the face, "Get out of my way, you piece of shit!" The kick
only made the fat man cry harder. He looked up at Zhang Ziyu fearfully, his face covered in tears and snot.
The fat man had been crying since Chu Han arrived, eating as he cried. Soon, he'd already devoured five packets of salted duck and twenty sausages, and the amount was still increasing.
But when the fat man raised his head and revealed his plump face, Chu Han was struck by lightning, frozen in disbelief.
His face was like a pimple, with a hairy black mole just below his lip. Although Chu Han hadn't seen it many times, it was a face he had never forgotten; it was so unique!
"What's your name?" Chu Han asked. He wasn't sure if this was the person he knew. After all, the sobbing fat man before him didn't seem like him.
"My name is Young Master Chen," the fat man said fearfully.
"You're still a young master? I think you're a complete idiot!" Zhang Ziyu cursed, trying to kick the fat man again. The fat man was so frightened that he kept shrinking back.
Chu Han's mouth twitched. Hehe... Young Master Chen.
Young Master Chen, the god-level sniper who commanded the wind and rain in his previous life and ranked in the top 20 in the nation in terms of combat power?!
This person was truly called Young Master Chen, his surname Chen, his given name Young Master.
Chu Han hadn't expected Young Master Chen to be this way ten years ago. It was even more fantastical than his rebirth. Young Master Chen's fame was undeniable in the apocalypse ten years ago. Although he was only ranked 20th in combat power, even the top ten didn't dare confront him head-on.
The reason was Young Master Chen's incredible accuracy. If he were second to none, no one would dare claim first place. He was a true sharpshooter, and no one could get within ten meters of him. Ordinary people like Chu Han, without special abilities, were only given the most common guns in the apocalypse, but Young Master Chen had received special privileges from the state. Those high-powered weapons that ordinary people had never seen were mere toys to him.
Who would dare challenge such a man? If he fired a cannon at your place in the middle of the night, the building would probably be blown through.
Seeing Zhang Ziyu about to strike Young Master Chen, Chu Han stopped him, saying, "Get in the car! I'll take this guy with me."
"You want to take him with you?" Zhang Ziyu was clearly incredulous. After all, smart people all think alike; taking someone like Young Master Chen with them would only cause trouble.
"It's my car anyway, so it won't take up your space," Chu Han said casually, his eyes fixed on Zhang Ziyu.
Despite his cleverness, Zhang Ziyu had never actually killed anyone. The cold glint in Chu Han's eyes forced him to jump into the car without a care for Young Master Chen.
"Fatty Chen, pack up and follow me," Chu Han said without further ado.
"You'll take me with you?" Young Master Chen was clearly agitated, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Chu Han snapped impatiently, his mind racing as he thought about how to get a gun for Fatty Chen. He'd be doing God a disservice if he didn't recruit someone like him.
At the same time, he swung his iron axe and pulled out the fire axe from the convenience store, thrusting it into the fat man's hand. "Go!"
Clank!
Chu Han hadn't taken two steps when he heard the axe crash to the ground behind him. The veins in his forehead throbbed, and he suppressed the urge to tear the fat man to pieces and turned around.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Young Master Chen stood trembling behind Chu Han, a pile of food in his arms, the fire axe lying at his feet.
"Pick it up," Chu Han said stiffly. "In the apocalypse, you can't let go of your weapon, or you'll be the one to die."
Young Master Chen paused, his eyes shifting slightly downward to the axe Chu Han clutched. It was a long-handled axe, much larger than a fire axe, and it looked incredibly heavy, yet Chu Han kept it in his hand as he moved things in and out.
"I, I get it." Young Master Chen felt an inexplicable surge of emotion. He quickly picked up the fire axe from the ground and followed Chu Han out.
Zhang Ziyu, sitting in another car, spat, watching Master Chen follow Chu Han into the G55 he'd been coveting for so long. "Damn it, what was Chu Han thinking? He actually took this fat guy away with him?"
Gu Xiaotong, heavily made-up, licked her lips and hesitated, "That car must be expensive, right? How could he possibly have one like that?"
A flicker of doubt crossed Zhang Ziyu's eyes, but Chu Han's terrifying zombie-killing performance quickly dispelled his suspicions. "Don't ask so many questions!"
July 4, 2015, 11 PM, eleven hours after the apocalypse.
Panic gripped the land. The roars of the zombies grew ever clearer in the darkness. Countless zombies broke through windows and flimsy doors, spilling onto the streets, sniffing out the scent of humans and biting anyone they saw!
The city was overrun, the streets clogged, and communications paralyzed.
Helpless, lost, desperate.
On the highway, Chu Han led the way in his G55, followed closely by a sedan. The entire highway was dark, the power supply broken long ago, and the streetlights, costly to the state, were completely useless.
Luckily, they left early. Aside from a few rickety cars, there weren't many zombies lingering on the highway. The few that occasionally appeared were instantly killed by Chu Han.
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. "Brother Chu," Fatty Chen, sitting next to him, suddenly spoke up, his voice trembling. "Do we have air conditioning? The draft keeps coming out of the back window, and I'm cold."
Although it was early July, the temperature had dropped strangely since the apocalypse. It was indeed cold, but not yet winter.
Chu Han glanced at Young Master Chen's long sleeves and bulging physique, completely speechless. He even wondered if there were two people in the world who looked exactly the same and had the same name. Otherwise, how had Young Master Chen, with his frail physique, managed to become the 20th-ranked powerhouse in his previous life?
Ten years after the apocalypse, masters emerged one after another. Chu Han's power in his previous life was only ranked outside of a million, yet his physical prowess had reached a terrifying level, allowing him to face even level three and four zombies without fear.
As for Young Master Chen, who ranked 20th, Chu Han couldn't imagine what he was really like. But Young Master Chen now was truly weak!
Zizizizi.
Dial. He fiddled with the car's audio system a few times. As expected, it was all just noise. But this was also good news; at least it proved the radio station was being repaired; otherwise, there wouldn't even be any noise.
Seeing Chu Han ignoring him, Fatty Chen didn't dare speak again, curling up in his seat to minimize his presence.
"Chu Han, there aren't many cars around here. How about we stop here for the night?" Zhang Ziyu's voice boomed over the intercom.
The intercom had been provided by Fan Wei, a remarkably taciturn man who drove silently the entire way.
Chu Han glanced at the surroundings. It was pitch black, and he couldn't tell if there was any danger nearby. Resting anywhere was the same, as danger was always present. And since they had been driving for hours, they definitely needed a break.
"Okay, stop."
Both cars shut down simultaneously and quietly pulled to the side of the road. Stopping and shutting down the engines was partly to save fuel, but also because the noise would attract zombies.
There was not a sound on the road, not a single light. The endless darkness sent a surge of fear surging from the depths of his heart.
"Gulp!" Young Master Chen swallowed hard, huddled nervously in his seat, not daring to even turn his head. Suddenly, a hand slapped his shoulder.
"Ah!!!!" Young Master Chen screamed heartbreakingly.
"Shit!" Chu Han was practically mad. "Why are you so startled?!"
"No, no." Young Master Chen was paralyzed with fear, a cold sweat breaking out all over his body. "Brother Chu, you scared me."
"What the hell!" Chu Han cursed. "Get out of the car now."
"Huh? Get off? Why get off? Can I not get off?" Young Master Chen said nervously.
Chu Han paused, gripping the axe, and turned back with a strange expression. "You don't have to poop. Shit or pee? You've been holding it in all the way."
This fat guy had been eating non-stop since getting on the bus. Even with a good digestive system, he needed to poop. Shouldn't he?
Young Master Chen stammered, "I, I can hold it in."
Chu Han was completely speechless. This fat man was simply insane!
"Brother Chu, I don't want to get out!" Young Master Chen practically burst into tears. "I'm scared. It's too dark. I'm afraid of zombies."
Chu Han's face darkened. He swung around to the passenger side, axe in hand, opened the door, and dragged the fat man out. "Go and take care of it now. You might not get another chance later."
In the apocalypse, danger was constant, and physiological needs often went unmet. Now that the apocalypse had just begun, the chance to stop and pee was truly rare.
Young Master Chen was about to refuse to get out of the car, but the sight of the axe in Chu Han's right hand, gleaming coldly in the moonlight, the darkened blood on it constantly jarring his defenses. Suddenly, Young Master Chen lost consciousness. He scrambled out of the car, ran to the curb, loosened his belt, and began to pee...
He suddenly felt that even more terrifying than the zombies, this person before him was even more terrifying.
Zhang Ziyu, Fan Wei, and Gu Xiaotong exited the car behind them. Chu Han had already finished his business as quickly as possible and stood guard beside the G55, axe in hand.
Zhang Ziyu and Fan Wei headed towards Young Master Chen. In the pitch-black night, it was better to have company, at least psychologically, as they all thought.
For some unknown reason, Gu Xiaotong approached Chu Han with small, delicate steps, casually revealing her fair, delicate collarbone.
Chu Han's grip on the axe tightened imperceptibly, his eyes expressionless as he spoke calmly, "What's going on?"
"I need to go to the restroom. Come with me and keep watch for me," Gu Xiaotong said softly, her expression a matter-of-fact.
She felt that although she hadn't said anything about Chu Han's earlier rude behavior, he should apologize and comply with her requests. She glanced at Chu Han quietly and suddenly felt that he was better than Zhang Ziyu. At least he wasn't afraid of zombies.
Chu Han's lips curled stiffly. "They're right there. Are you afraid of three grown men?"
"They're men!" Gu Xiaotong said anxiously. "How can I, a woman, go to the bathroom with them?"
The apocalypse had only just begun ten hours ago, and even normal women wouldn't let go of such ties. But soon, everyone would lose their inhibitions. Even customs suddenly became extremely open, with many women becoming prostitutes for the survivors' squads, simply to get enough food.
"I'm a man too," Chu Han said subtly. He couldn't leave a cart of food, and he didn't trust anyone.
Gu Xiaotong choked, then blushed. "You wish! She didn't ask you to accompany her to the bathroom; she asked you to watch over her!"
Chu Han paid no attention to Gu Xiaotong's thoughts. He frowned, feeling the night air, and suddenly felt a chill.
Taking a deep breath, Gu Xiaotong didn't dare to say too much, because she saw that the axe in Chu Han's hand never let go. Chu Han was no longer the country bumpkin she looked down upon in her memory, but a man who could kill zombies with ease, or even knock dozens of zombies to death without blinking an eyelid.
She decided to keep trying, even pulling at her collar as if she was really hot, revealing her fair and delicate collarbone. "Zhang Ziyu and I have broken up. He is so irresponsible. I want to stay in your car tonight and rest. Is that okay?"
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Chapter 8 Your makeup is spent
In Gu Xiaotong's opinion, that timid little fat guy named Master Chen can sit in such a spacious car. She is young, beautiful and the only woman here. It is impossible for Chu Han to refuse, right? She doesn't want to stay in the small car at the back. She wants to sit in the spacious big car and have a good sleep.
"Sorry, there is no room in my car." Chu Han refused.
"You!" Looking at Chu Han's stubborn look, Gu Xiaotong felt uncomfortable as if she had swallowed a fly.
She asked herself that she had a hot body and good looks, but was the man in front of her not smart?
Chu Han remained silent, his eyes scanning Gu Xiaotong's face imperceptibly. Eyeliner and mascara were smudged all over her face, as if she had been buried in coal and not washed clean. The makeup was so thick that someone who didn't know her would mistake her for a zombie.
Chu Han ignored Gu Xiaotong and continued to hold the axe in his hand, on guard.
At this moment, Zhang Ziyu and Master Chen ran over one after the other. Zhang Ziyu's face was not very good, and Master Chen looked miserable, hunched over and not daring to raise his head.
"Where's Fan Wei?" Chu Han asked with a frown.
Zhang Ziyu spat, "This fat guy's shit. It stinks so bad, Fan Wei couldn't stand it and walked away."
"Ha!" Gu Xiaotong looked Young Master Chen up and down, sneered, and secretly called Chu Han a psychopath. She was giving him a lot of money, but he didn't want this useless piece of shit.
Young Master Chen stood aside in a meek voice, not daring to say a word.
Chu Han frowned and glanced in the direction of the area ahead. It was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly. It seemed that something would suddenly appear in the complete darkness.
"Get in the car first." As a precaution, Chu Han got on the G55 first. Often, the slightest mistake would lead to a storm of deadly danger.
Young Master Chen immediately followed closely. He was afraid that if he didn't catch up in time, Chu Han would abandon him and leave. And the fact was indeed so. If Young Master Chen didn't have the instinct and awareness to survive, he would have simply given up on this person who might be very strong in the future.
Gu Xiaotong was a little unwilling, but seeing Chu Han slam the car door shut, he could only sit back in the car at the back in dejected manner.
As soon as he got in the car, Fan Wei's voice suddenly rang out from the front.
"Ah! Help--" Fan Wei's voice stopped abruptly, as if something was strangling his throat.
Chu Han's heart jumped suddenly, and he immediately started the car and rushed out, turning on the headlights at the same time, staring intently at the front searching for Fan Wei's figure.
"What, what's going on, a ghost? No, a zombie?" Gu Xiaotong in the car behind was horrified.
Zhang Ziyu was not much better. He immediately locked the car door and started the car tremblingly.
What should I do now? Escape? What should I do, what should I do?
"Hurry up and chase him, Chu Han is gone!" Seeing that Chu Han in the front had already driven away for a long distance, the unsure Gu Xiaotong immediately shouted. In her opinion, Chu Han, who was not afraid of zombies, could give her a sense of security.
"Shut up! Am I not starting the car!" Zhang Ziyu was extremely nervous. Unfortunately, his car had manual brakes, and his hands and feet were shaking for a while, so the car didn't drive out for a long time.
Fan Wei hadn't gone far. Chu Han saw him not long after he drove out. He was running towards this place, covered in blood, with a large group of zombies following him, their claws and teeth bared, roaring excitedly. There were probably at least fifty of them.
Master Chen, sitting in the passenger seat, hadn't said a word since he heard the shouting. He was completely stunned.
How could so many zombies suddenly appear? Chu Han frowned, and his eyes followed the headlights to glance into the distance. Oh my god, there was a bus overturned in the wasteland beside the highway. It was probably driving on this highway when the apocalypse broke out, and now all the passengers on the bus had turned into zombies.
"Ah! Ah!" Ten meters ahead, Fan Wei was so frightened that his mind was in a mess. He couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and could only make the most primitive screams.
Chu Han frowned even more tightly. Was Fan Wei bitten?
In the three months before the emergence of the superpowers, the physical fitness of humans was generally very weak, not enough to resist the virus in the zombies. Being bitten by a zombie or even just scratched by a zombie's nails could cause infection and turn into a zombie. Of course, there were exceptions, that is, people with strong physical fitness, but Fan Wei was obviously not one of them.
In the past, Chu Han would have ignored this situation and rushed out with his foot on the accelerator. However, after taking a look at Master Chen, he instantly changed his mind.
"Fatty, pull back a little, open the door, and pull him up," Chu Han instructed Young Master Chen while slowing the car.
"Ah, yes, yes." Young Master Chen had no thoughts of his own; he was completely stunned and could only obey Chu Han's orders.
Chu Han stepped on the brakes, the tires screeching against the ground. Inertia caused the contents of the car to rush forward, and various boxes, cans of mineral water, and other items rolled to the ground.
Chu Han knew that if he didn't slow down to a minimum, Fatty Chen wouldn't have the skills to pull the person out. Even so, the situation was fraught with danger. The zombies ahead were nearly upon the car, and Young Master Chen frantically opened the door and pulled several times, but to no avail. Fan Wei was also terrified and at a loss, and for a moment, there was absolutely no coordination between him and Young Master Chen.
At that moment, the G-55 suddenly shook, followed by a buzzing sound. A small car slid by like a cannonball, traveling at an estimated speed of 180 miles per hour, crushing several zombies and disappearing in an instant.
"They, they?" Young Master Chen's voice was dry.
"Ah!" Fan Wei roared in disbelief and anger, at a loss what to do. That was his car!
The people sitting in the car that seemed to be flying just now were none other than Zhang Ziyu and Gu Xiaotong who were following behind them. The two of them had obviously reached a consensus and ran away completely.
Chu Han sneered, and the rearview mirror was knocked off. It was not the rearview mirror of the G55, but that of Zhang Ziyu's car.
At this time, the two zombies were already close, only ten centimeters away from Fan Wei's neck. Several others appeared on Chu Han's side, slapping the car window with their rotten hands.
"Hold on tight!" Chu Han suddenly shouted, then abruptly switched the gear to reverse and slammed his right foot on the accelerator.
Boom! The G55 retreated with a loud bang, at a fast and exciting speed. In an instant, it was twenty meters away from the group of zombies in front, and the items in the car were also tossed to the ground.
Fortunately, Master Chen subconsciously grabbed Fan Wei's arm and prevented him from being thrown out. However, he still dragged himself on the ground for a long time, and it seemed that his shoes were worn out.
"Quick! Get in!" Fatty Chen was so frightened that he broke into a sweat. He quickly dragged Fan Wei up and then slammed the door shut.
The car was originally spacious, and it was actually possible for two people to squeeze into one seat, one of whom was a fat man weighing 190 pounds.
Chu Han glanced at Fan Wei's shoulder, where blood was seeping and a tooth mark was clearly visible under the torn clothes.
averted their gazes. Chu Han said nothing, shifting back into gear without any expression.
The headlights blazed brightly, illuminating the dense swarm of zombies ahead. Their pupilless, grayish-white eyes, matched with sharp, blood-soaked fangs like those of wild beasts, seemed intent on smashing the car to pieces, dragging the three inside, and devouring them.
Inside, Master Chen and Fan Wei held their breath, not daring to breathe. They were thankful they didn't faint from fear.
Chu Han placed his right foot on the accelerator and stomped hard!
The G-55 shot out again, instantly smashing into the nearest zombies, leaving them bleeding profusely. One zombie was even sent flying, slamming into the front window with a clang, and strands of blood tinged with a strange black hue flowed down the glass.
The G-55, worthy of its reputation as the tank of vehicles, easily forced its way through the road. The entire process was incredibly smooth, and it estimated it had already killed a dozen zombies along the way. Soon, the car was on a wide avenue. [
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Chu Han was about to step on the accelerator and drive away when his head suddenly ached. A mechanical voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Mission accomplished: Kill one hundred zombies within 12 hours. Time taken: 11 hours, 49 minutes, and 32 seconds."
"Recycling system activated."
"Host information detection initiated."
A sudden sensation, like being stripped naked, left Chu Han stunned for a moment.
What was this? Alien technology?
Chu Han turned to look at Master Chen and Fan Wei. Both of them looked relieved to have escaped, and didn't seem to have heard the voice at all.
Chu Han's face was filled with shock. Although he'd already realized the voice was coming directly from his head, he was still incredibly shocked.
For the first time, Chu Han felt his brain wasn't enough.
Soon, that mechanical voice echoed again—
"Beep—Test completed."
Simultaneously, a translucent screen suddenly appeared before Chu Han's eyes. Fan Wei and Young Master Chen remained unresponsive. This was visible only to Chu Han, just like the voice itself.
Chu Han suppressed his shock and gazed at the screen in amazement. Several lines of text appeared on the left side.
Name: Chu Han.
Age: Twenty.
Physical Fitness: Average.
Special Abilities: None.
This was the basic information, displayed in a column on the left, with several more columns on the right.
"Each level one zombie killed earns one point."
The voice in his head echoed again, then faded away, leaving him in complete silence.
Chu Han's forehead was covered in a few drops of sweat from shock and fear. He scanned the screen several times carefully. A slight sense of disappointment washed over him as he scanned the "Superpowers" column.
After a rebirth, he still had no superpowers. He continued searching, and soon saw a line of small text in the lower right corner: Points: 0.
"Points can be exchanged for talents in the Re-Cultivation System."
Exchange? Talents?
Chu Han quickly asked in his mind again: What talents can be exchanged for?
"Check for yourself."
Holy crap! A vein in Chu Han's forehead throbbed. Today's encounters were so bizarre that he couldn't react for a moment. His emotions were on a rollercoaster. He searched the screen and found two categories in the right-hand column.
"Hey, open it, let me see?" Chu Han asked cautiously. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a flash of light, and then the display opened.
Physical Fitness (Repair and Upgrade)
and Talents (Activate and Upgrade)
—only two subcategories were visible. As soon as Chu Han clicked on the Talents column, he suddenly braked, dove, and turned... sprinting in the opposite direction!
Unprepared, Fan Wei and Young Master Chen were thrown around by inertia. Young Master Chen, in particular, pressed his iconic, portly face against the window.
Chu Han paid no attention to their situation; he simply increased his speed and focused on getting back.
Having spent ten years in the apocalypse in his previous life, he was well aware of humanity's predicament.
Zombies would grow stronger over time, gradually reaching levels two, three, and even higher. But humanity was also advancing, and while their physical strength grew, their greatest hope was their wisdom and incredible adaptability.
Human genes were marvelous; they could learn anything they had never mastered before. In the future, everyone would be able to wield a gun, possessing agility and strength far superior to their current abilities.
He had no special abilities, and this retraining system couldn't grant them any.
However, the various talents within could save him a considerable amount of time.
In his previous life, an ordinary person could survive until ten years after the apocalypse. With the aid of the Regeneration System in this life, he could certainly do the same!
"Brother Chu, what are you doing? Why are you going back?" Young Master Chen asked.
"Killing zombies." Chu Han was always concise.
Zombie points!
Each first-level zombie cost one point, and now his points were zero. He'd just taken a look, and the points required to unlock these talents were quite a lot. Those dozens of zombies from before were all points!
He wouldn't let any of them go!
"Stop, Brother Chu! Zombies are so scary, and you're still killing them." Young Master Chen's face was haggard.
He was already overweight, and with Fan Wei squeezing in the same space with him, he looked like a meat cushion. Add to that his haggard look, and he looked even more comical.
Chu Han glanced at Fan Wei, who lay on Young Master Chen, seemingly unconscious, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up strangely.
You're still cuddling with zombies, isn't that scary?
Chu Han's driving skills were honed over the past decade of his previous life's apocalypse. Although he didn't even have a license, he drove incredibly fast, turning an SUV into a supercar. It wasn't long before he arrived
at the scene of the previous incident. Dozens of zombies were circling the road, mindless and only following the sound. Hearing the car approaching, they were completely unaware of the danger and excitedly gathered in its direction. They
're all here? All here, great!
Chu Han's eyes lit up with joy. He stepped on the accelerator and rammed into the largest group of zombies!
Bang, bang, bang!
A dozen zombies were sent flying, their blackened blood coating the car.
Chu Han turned the steering wheel and continued ramming into the zombies elsewhere, taking a moment to check the number in the lower right corner of the screen in front of him.
Points: 5.
After a few more bangs, the number jumped again.
Points: 7.
Chu Han looked thrilled, while Young Master Chen was terrified, afraid to even glance.
Just then, a sudden click and an eerie sound echoed from the backseat.
The eerie sound instantly gave Young Master Chen goosebumps.
"Brother Chu Chu Chu, what, what's that sound?" Young Master Chen asked tremblingly.
Chu Han ignored him and continued to drive into the zombies. By this time, he had killed most of them, leaving a few scattered around. As he continued to ram them, his points in the Recycling System continued to grow.
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Chapter 10 I Eat It By Myself
Seeing Chu Han ignoring him, Master Chen mustered the greatest courage in his life to turn around and take a look, then his face instantly turned green with fear.
It was a severed arm. It was
extremely pale, with two fingers broken off, and the location was particularly coincidental, less than 30 centimeters away from the back of Master Chen's head.
Master Chen was devastated and almost cried. He turned around with a tearful face, and the sight of Chu Han banging the zombie like King Yan next to him made him dare not say anything about how scared he was. He could only keep brainwashing himself: This zombie is already dead, already dead, and that is just a severed arm, just a severed arm.
Finally, three minutes later, Chu Han finished killing the zombies, earning a total of 18 points. He turned around and started on his way again, waiting to find a place to rest for the night after driving through this section of road.
"Brother Chu," Master Chen finally summoned the courage to ask on the way, "Why is that window at the back always empty?"
Chu Han was checking the furnace system. When he heard Master Chen's voice, he took a moment to reply, "I smashed it."
He discovered a problem. It seemed that driving a car into zombies only gave 0.5 points for each zombie. What a waste!
Another problem was that there was a condition for unlocking those talents, that is, physical fitness must reach at least level one. Chu Han's current physical fitness was average, and it took 200 points to upgrade physical fitness to level one.
It seems that there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, but this is also reasonable. Most of the talents in the regenerative system are strength, agility, and accuracy, which require a strong physical fitness to play the greatest role.
"You smashed it?" Master Chen looked at Chu Han in a daze, but found that Chu Han was staring at the glass in front of him, as if he could see something.
Master Chen was secretly complaining: Why did you smash the window for no reason, bastard? Just now, the zombie hand fell in and scared people to death!
"Well, Brother Chu." After thinking about it, Master Chen said carefully: "What if a zombie drills into the window at the back?"
This is a big problem! What if a zombie crawls in and bites people? Are you responsible?
Chu Han muttered thoughtfully: "Precision is very important and needs to be activated first. I haven't received any training yet. Although the memory in my brain is still there, my body's familiarity with the gun is unknown. Bullets cannot be wasted. One less bullet is one less."
Master Chen: What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand!
Chu Han analyzed it briefly and decided to put it aside for the time being. Kill the zombies first and accumulate enough points.
"Can this light screen be put away?" Chu Han muttered in his mind, and the light screen disappeared instantly, but Chu Han's mind seemed to be imprinted with it, and he could call up the content at any time to check.
It's really magical!
Ten minutes later, Chu Han parked the car on the side of the road in an empty area. Before stopping, he used his headlights to radiate the surroundings and confirmed that there was no danger before choosing this place to rest.
Although an empty place may seem uneasy, it is convenient for running. In a narrow place, who knows what kind of dangerous things you might encounter.
Chu Han dragged the unconscious Fan Wei out of the car, and Master Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had been squeezed into one space before, and he almost squeezed a piece of meat off him.
Looking at the unconscious Fan Wei, Chu Han did not feel much. He went around to the back seat and began to sort out the scattered things. Food with a short shelf life had to be eaten first, so Chu Han put them on the back seat, and dry goods such as biscuits that could be stored for a long time were thrown into the trunk.
Watching Chu Han grab the zombie's severed arm and fling it behind him with a snap, his movements as casual as throwing a stone, Master Chen's heart instantly sank, his face pale with fear.
How could a normal person dare to grab a zombie with his bare hands? And it was a zombie's severed arm! This was definitely not a human, but a humanoid monster!
Just as Chu Han was sorting his things, Fan Wei, who was leaning against the car, suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with a nauseating smell. He roared a few times in a daze, the sound as if something was stuck in his throat, extremely unpleasant and terrifying.
Young Master Chen's nervous body trembled suddenly, and he inconspicuously moved away from Fan Wei. Standing beside Chu Han, he asked, "Brother Chu Chu Chu, what do you think would happen if a zombie bit someone?"
Seeing Young Master Chen's reaction, Chu Han suddenly had a sudden realization.
It must be said that those who are timid are also cautious and sensitive.
"They'll turn into a zombie." Chu Han continued to organize his things, while his left hand took a moment to pass the fire axe to Young Master Chen.
Young Master Chen was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat again. He tried hard to keep his voice from trembling. "How do you know? It's not certain!"
Chu Han glanced at him in surprise. "Most people get infected if bitten by a zombie."
Chu Han selectively shared some of what he knew from his past life. "But there are exceptions. People with exceptionally good constitutions and not too serious wounds can survive. The chance is about one in ten thousand."
"Then, Fan Wei?" Young Master Chen was a little unsure.
Chu Han paused his movements and looked at Young Master Chen with a cold gaze, devoid of any human emotion.
"If he turns into a zombie, you'll kill him."
Chu Han spoke his true thoughts. The transformation of a human into a zombie is irreversible. Fan Wei can no longer turn back into a human. If Master Chen doesn't even dare to kill a zombie, he won't continue to keep this fat man around.
He doesn't keep trash around.
Bang! Master Chen was so frightened that he dropped his fire axe to the ground.
"No, no, no, I, I can't." Young Master Chen immediately begged, "Brother Chu, Big Brother Chu, you are so powerful, can't you do it?"
Chu Han went back to put the food in order, his tone didn't change at all: "When Fan Wei turns into a zombie and wakes up, you can either kill him, and then we will have a hot pot. Or you will be bitten by him and turned into a zombie, and then I will chop off your head and have a hot pot by myself."
As he said, he took out a portable hot pot stove and two matching gas cylinders from a box at the bottom of the back seat of the car, turned on the fire and added mineral water. Next to it were several boxes of luncheon meat, hot pot base, and various meatballs and vegetables.
Looking at such a rich feast, Chu Han's eyes lit up with a smile. In the future, these things would be luxuries, and a small-time figure like him wouldn't be able to enjoy them.
"I, I can't do it," Young Master Chen said cowardly. He didn't dare kill a zombie, especially one that had been human not long ago and had escaped from the zombie horde with him. He couldn't get over it.
Chu Han ignored him and waited until the fire was boiling before adding the hot pot base. Immediately, an alluring aroma wafted out.
Young Master Chen's mouth was almost watering with enticement, and he kept swallowing, "Hot pot!"