Malice

The door didn't look very sturdy. Several bulges protruded from its surface, the result of long-term torment by zombies with claws and teeth. This meant there were zombies behind this door!

Chu Han kicked the door with great force, sending it flying open!

Immediately, a strong stench of decay assaulted his senses.

Roar—

Two emaciated zombies, clearly starved for a long time, shuffled their heavy footsteps towards them. These two zombies, one male and one female, judging by the extent of their rotting bodies, had likely turned at the outbreak of the apocalypse and become trapped here.

Their long-term starvation had made them much weaker than other zombies, posing no threat in terms of speed or strength. The flesh on their skin looked almost gone, leaving only a thin layer of skin stretched over bone.

Without hesitation, Chu Han dispatched the two zombies with two simple swings of his axe. The black pus and blood were pungent, so strong he felt he could pass out from just a whiff.

"I can't take this anymore!" Jia Chunjie strode to the window, intending to open it for some fresh air.

Swish—

A heavy iron axe suddenly blocked Jia Chunjie's path. The axe blade was sharp, and the gust of wind it created felt like it could slice his waist in half! Undiscarded zombie blood dripped from it, thick black liquid falling drop by drop onto Jia Chunjie's shoes.

A chill shot straight to Jia Chunjie's scalp. But when he saw Chu Han holding the axe, a surge of anger erupted within him. It was this person again!

Whether it was coming to Ange Town or staying in this dump, it was all Chu Han's insistence. This place was more disgusting than a sewer, and he wouldn't even let them open the windows?

Chu Han remained impassive. He pulled out a stiff, mocking expression. "You'd best not question my decisions. If you want to open a window, go to another room."

Chu Han's assertiveness caused Jia Chunjie's suppressed rage to boil over. He said fiercely, "What if I open it anyway?"

"Then I'll throw you out. As long as you don't provoke me, I'll try not to kill living people."

"Trying not to kill living people" was Chu Han's consistent principle. In the apocalypse, the easiest thing to fall into was the thrill of killing. That feeling was different from killing zombies; it was exhilarating, exciting, and addictive!

Chu Han had gone through that phase. Restraint was a skill, but he wouldn't tolerate someone pushing him around.

If you don't mess with me, I won't mess with you. If you mess with me, I'll kill your whole family!

With two powerful kicks, Chu Han sent the two dead zombies to the side of the door. The zombies' heads, smashed by the axe, had spewed out a lot of foul, rotten brain matter due to inertia, leaving a trail along the carpet and intensifying the stench in the room.

The smell of zombies was the most primitive form of cover. The current Tier 1 zombies couldn't distinguish such subtle differences and were easily fooled. Therefore, living amongst zombie corpses was the safest option at the moment.

Although he desperately needed points and wanted to kill as many zombies as possible, he needed the airdrop more. The guns and ammunition inside were his ultimate goal. So, until he got the airdrop, it was better to have fewer troubles.

Chu Han's words, "try not to kill living people," instantly sent a chill through Jia Chunjie, making him too afraid to speak further. After more than ten days of uneventful travel, Chu Han's low profile and quiet demeanor had almost made him forget the scene where Chu Han had unhesitatingly blown Ye Tianlong's head off with a single shot.

He had almost forgotten that the person in front of him was someone who killed without batting an eye!

The apocalypse was a world without law. The unrestrained expansion of human nature amplified the darkness suppressed in civilized times, allowing it to be released without limit.

Murder, arson, armed robbery – these were commonplace.

"Lao Jiu? Lao Jiu!"

Suddenly, a little girl's startled cry interrupted the eerie atmosphere in the room.

Everyone looked over and saw Shang Jiudi had fainted on the ground. Eighteen was anxiously hovering around her, her face flushed and her forehead covered in sweat.

Chu Han quickly stepped forward, scooped Shang Jiudi up, and placed her on the bed. He leaned over at a familiar angle, extending his hand to forcefully examine her eyelids and mouth.

"Be gentler!" Eighteen cried out anxiously. Chu Han's strength looked as if he was about to poke Shang Jiudi's eyeballs out.

"What's going on?" Jia Chunjie also crowded over. His attitude towards a beauty like Shang Jiudi was completely different.

"Zombification?" Chen Shaoye was the first to react, his arms instinctively tightening around his fire axe, his expression unusually tense.

Chen Shaoye's words stunned everyone in the room. A faint sense of tension and hostility gradually spread among them.

Zombification?!

Could Shang Jiudi turn into a zombie? Had she been bitten? Or was it something else?

How could this be?!

"You're talking nonsense!" Eighteen's eyes widened. She shoved Chen Shaoye forcefully. The little girl's strength was no match for Chen Shaoye's; not only did she fail to move him, but she almost stumbled and fell.

"No, I mean, could it be?" Jia Chunjie unconsciously took a step back, staring at Shang Jiudi, who lay on the bed with her eyes closed. Although he was lecherous, he valued his life more.

Chu Han observed everyone's different reactions. He released his grip on the woman's jaw; his excessive force had made the skin on her jaw turn pale.

"It's a common fever, but we don't have any fever reducers." Chu Han stood up and used a towel dampened with water to place on Shang Jiudi's forehead.

Fever wasn't a serious illness in normal times; a trip to the hospital for an IV drip would fix it. However, the current situation was a bit troublesome. Chu Han had only collected some medicine for treating wounds because he had never paid attention to illnesses like colds and fevers, believing one could tough them out. But now, Shang Jiudi clearly couldn't, or she wouldn't have fainted from the fever.

Damn it, why didn't this woman say she felt unwell?

Chu Han frowned. Her physique was so weak. Would she die?

Eighteen's relieved heart tensed again. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Brother Chu Han, will you save her? I don't want her to die."

Looking at the little girl's red eyes, Chu Han didn't answer directly. Instead, he looked at Chen Shaoye. "I'm going out for a bit. You stay here."

"I'll go with you!" Chen Shaoye instinctively wanted to follow.

Chu Han's lips tightened stiffly. "You'd better stay here. Don't touch anything in the room. We'll talk about everything when I get back."

"Then be careful." Chen Shaoye sensitively sensed something was wrong. He nodded heavily.

Jia Chunjie, who had remained silent, felt his heart pound violently. He watched Chu Han's retreating back, then looked at the beautiful woman on the bed, her face flushed with high fever. Suddenly, a thought struck him out of nowhere.

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