Chu Han followed the road onward, killing zombie after zombie of every rank. But with combat power that could now be called invincible, no matter how formidable the zombie, it took only a single swing of his axe.
Inside an inconspicuous abandoned teaching building on campus, the sealed windows made the place airtight. Not even sunlight could enter, and every crack had been tightly nailed shut with wooden boards and covered with thick foam.
Yet at the edge of one window, a pair of hands pulled back the foam and peered outside through a narrow gap.
It was a young girl. Her filthy clothes and tangled hair made it impossible to tell her age. She was skin and bones from hunger, her body hunched over as though she might die at any moment.
"How many times have I told you not to pull back that layer of foam?" A low but furious rebuke suddenly rang out.
The girl jumped in fright and hurriedly backed away several steps, staring at the person behind her with terror written across her face.
It was a young man, probably just over twenty. He was much sturdier than the girl, but he too had been worn down by the apocalypse. His eyes were lifeless, and his skin was sallow.
Seeing the fear in the girl's eyes, Zhang Feng could not bear it and softened his tone. "Zombies can sense heat. This foam blocks heat, so they can't detect us."
The girl's name was Lu Nian. Hearing this, she dazedly pointed out the window. "I saw someone walk past."
"Don't be stupid. No one has come here in three years." Zhang Feng did not take it seriously. He even assumed Lu Nian had hallucinated from excessive hunger.
Ever since the apocalypse broke out, they had taken