Fan Wei, gradually turning into a zombie, could no longer be considered human. His roar and the way he rose from the ground were exactly like a zombie's!
Chen Shaoye sniffed the aroma of the hotpot and immediately felt ravenous. Without realizing it, he picked up the fire axe from the ground, gripping it tightly with both hands as he stared at Fan Wei, who seemed about to "wake up."
Chu Han took a moment to look at Fan Wei and happened to see the grayish-white pupils revealed after he stood up. Sure enough, he had not escaped this ordeal.
Watching Chen Shaoye, whose movements were completely unpracticed and whose body shook as if he had vibration mode turned on, Chu Han said, "Aim for the head. It will only die once its head is destroyed."
Drip! Drip!
Drops of sweat slid down Chen Shaoye's face. In that brief moment, he had already broken out in a full-body sweat.
Roar—
Fan Wei suddenly let out a roar and lunged at Chen Shaoye opposite him. Its mouth abruptly opened to an impossibly wide extent, exposing gums oozing black blood. Its skin could barely be called skin anymore; its grayish-white face looked as though it had cracked apart.
Chen Shaoye made a sound that was neither a sob nor a laugh. He squeezed his eyes shut, raised the fire axe with a desperate expression, and swung it forward with all his strength!
The strike missed.
Because Chen Shaoye had swung the axe too hard, he staggered several steps and happened to evade the zombie's slow attack.
What luck!
Watching from the side, Chu Han could not help cursing inwardly. He once again wondered whether he had picked the wrong person. He could miss even at point-blank range—with aim like that, how the hell could he become a sharpshooter?!
Clatter! Chu Han decided he was better off not watching and started adding meat to the hotpot. This was Chen Shaoye's final chance. He would not offer any help.
The lamb boiled in the hotpot, making sizzling, bubbling sounds. An indescribable fragrance filled Chen Shaoye's nose and mouth.
He swallowed hard and turned to glance at Chu Han. The lamb was cooked, and Chu Han had started eating.
"Ah!" Chen Shaoye suddenly gathered his courage and shouted, charging at the zombie with his eyes wide open.
He wanted meat! He wanted hotpot! What was a zombie? Hotpot was more important!
Squelch! The fire axe plunged into the zombie's ear canal. Though his aim was off and the strike had landed crookedly, it had already damaged the brain structure enough to kill it.
However, Chen Shaoye did not seem to realize that. He pulled out the fire axe and chopped several more times, smashing Fan Wei's head into pulp.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Chen Shaoye let out primal cries as he chopped. His mind had already collapsed, and his worldview had been utterly overturned, leaving him at a loss.
Five minutes later.
"C-Chu," Chen Shaoye panted heavily. "Can I eat hotpot now?"
"Eat." Chu Han did not even give him a proper glance.
A newly awakened zombie was even weaker than an ordinary Tier 1 zombie, so it was easy for Chen Shaoye to kill it. There was nothing worth praising about that.
Chu Han looked at Chen Shaoye, who ate while crying, and immediately felt that his future days would not be easy.
This fat man was just too damn weak!
What was there to cry about after killing a zombie?!
The next morning, before the sunlight had fully spread across the sky, Chu Han slapped Chen Shaoye across the face.
"Get up! You fat bastard!"
Startled awake by the blow, Chen Shaoye snapped his eyes open. The fat on his face jiggled three times. "What is it? What is it? Are zombies here?"
"Zombies my ass!" Chu Han dragged Chen Shaoye out of the car. "Get up and train!"
Now that he had truly accepted this fat man, Chu Han still wanted to train Chen Shaoye. If he could not make it, then so be it. But what if he really had talent in shooting? It would be a waste if he had natural talent but could not even withstand a gun's recoil.
As for Chu Han himself, he planned to improve his physical fitness through hellish training. He had already checked the Reforging System: he could reach Tier 1 through training alone. He did not know when he would manage to kill two hundred zombies, and using a car to ram them was not the best strategy either. There were too many limiting factors, and most importantly, the Points earned were cut in half. It was not worth it.
Chen Shaoye clearly had not processed what was happening. He raised his head to look at the sunrise, which had not even appeared yet, and muttered, "What time is it?"
Chu Han was already doing push-ups rapidly nearby. Taking a moment, he answered, "Five in the morning."
"Five in the morning?!" Chen Shaoye cried out. "Why get up so early? I only slept four hours!"
"Three hours of sleep a day is enough." After saying that, Chu Han stood up, covered in sweat, changed positions, and began working his legs from the side. This body's condition was truly too poor; he was exhausted after training for only a while.
Over the next ten years, humanity would develop a set of training methods. Everyone had to improve their physical fitness, including children as young as three or five.
In the apocalypse, strong physical fitness was a standard every survivor had to meet. It was not only essential for fighting zombies, but also the foundation of escaping with one's life.
No one knew when danger would arrive, or where it would come from.
A sunrise tinged with an eerie blood-red hue slowly rose.
After tormenting Chen Shaoye for an hour, Chu Han drove off with him and continued their journey. Physical training could not be overdone, or they would have no strength left to run when danger came. Even so, Chen Shaoye was exhausted like a dead dog and wolfed down several more rice balls in the car.
Chu Han did not stop his frantic eating. These foods did not have long shelf lives, and they would go to waste if they were not eaten. The food that could last much longer had all been hidden in the trunk by Chu Han, and Chen Shaoye was not allowed to touch any of it.
G55 was not moving quickly along the highway. Every so often, they encountered crookedly abandoned vehicles, surrounded by three or five vacant-faced zombies. Their mouths hung impossibly wide open as they wandered the road with strange, sluggish steps.
Whenever they encountered zombies like these, Chu Han simply ran over any he could. Only when they were stuck in an impossible position would he get out and chop them with his axe. It was not that he did not care about Points; he was simply desperate to find his parents. According to Chu Han's memories, he had not seen them for a full ten years.
There was still a long distance to Anluo City. There were not many zombies on the highway right now, so Chu Han had to take advantage of the current situation and cover as much ground as possible. In a few more days, the roads might not be so easy to travel. A hundred kilometers could take an entire day.
Even the highway would no longer be safe.
Zombies seemed to possess an innate talent for tracking. Wherever people were, they would gather and go there in groups. As time passed, many people would give up waiting to die indoors and leave the city together. By then, there would be many people on the highways—and many zombies as well.
The shattered rear window of the car howled in the wind, making Chen Shaoye's fleshy cheeks tremble.
The uneven, narrow highway prevented Chu Han from driving too fast, and he also had to siphon fuel from other vehicles along the way. Three days passed like this.
The two arrived at a rest stop. G55's fuel tank was empty once more, and Chu Han had no choice but to stop and refuel.
After parking the car, Chu Han got out with his axe clutched tightly in hand and scanned the area around him.
A bow of thanks to Little Manga Fan and Outsider for their donations! O(∩_∩)O~~
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