Malice

This door looked very flimsy, its surface bulging with several dents—the result of zombies tormenting it with their claws and teeth for a long time. In other words, there were zombies behind this door!

Chu Han's kick was loud and powerful, sending the door flying open in one blow!

A thick, rotten stench immediately rushed into their faces.

Roar—

Two emaciated zombies, clearly starved for a long time, staggered and crawled toward them one behind the other, dragging their heavy feet. One was male and one female. Judging by the extent of the decay on their bodies, they had likely both turned into zombies when the apocalypse first broke out, then been trapped here.

Having gone without food for so long, they were far weaker than other zombies. Neither their speed nor strength posed any threat. The flesh on their skin looked ready to fall away, leaving only a thin layer of skin wrapped around bone.

Chu Han did not hesitate. With two simple swings of his axe, he dealt with both zombies. The black pus-blood reeked so badly that one whiff felt enough to knock a person unconscious.

"I can't take it anymore!" Jia Chunjie took a huge step toward the window, intending to open it and air the room out.

Whoosh—

A heavy iron axe flashed out and blocked Jia Chunjie's path. Its blade was razor-sharp, and the gust it whipped up seemed capable of cleaving him in half at the waist! Uncleaned zombie blood still dripped from it, thick black liquid falling drop by drop onto Jia Chunjie's shoes.

A chill instantly shot up Jia Chunjie's spine, but when he saw that Chu Han was holding the axe, anger surged through him. This guy again!

Whether it was Ange Town or staying in this dump, Chu Han had insisted on it. This place was more disgusting than a filthy gutter, and now he would not even allow them to open the windows?

Chu Han still showed little emotion. He pulled out a stiff, mocking expression. "You'd better not question my decisions. If you want to open a window, go to another room."

Chu Han's forcefulness sent Jia Chunjie's suppressed anger rushing to the surface. He said viciously, "What if I open it anyway?"

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

Trying not to kill living people was a principle Chu Han had always upheld. In the apocalypse, it was all too easy to become addicted to the feeling of killing people. It was different from killing zombies—exhilarating, thrilling, addictive!

Chu Han had been through that process. Restraint was a skill, but he would not tolerate anyone trying to ride roughshod over him.

If you don't provoke me, I won't provoke you. But if you provoke me, I'll kill your whole family!

Chu Han kicked the two dead zombies to the doorway with two loud thuds. Their heads, smashed open by the axe, spilled out large amounts of foul, rotten brain matter from inertia, leaving a trail across the carpet and making the room smell even worse.

The scent of zombies was the most primitive form of cover. Current Tier 1 zombies could not distinguish such subtle differences and were easily deceived. Thus, staying among zombie corpses was the safest option right now.

Although he desperately needed Points and wanted to kill as many zombies as possible, what he needed even more before that was the airdrop package. The guns and ammunition inside were his ultimate objective, so until he got the airdrop package, the fewer troubles the better.

Chu Han's words, try not to kill living people, made Jia Chunjie go cold all over, and he no longer dared say another word. More than ten days of peaceful travel, Chu Han's low profile and quietness, had nearly made him forget the sight of Chu Han blowing Ye Tianlong's head apart with a single gunshot without hesitation.

He had nearly forgotten that the man before him was someone who killed without batting an eye!

The apocalypse was a world without law. With human nature magnified, the darkness suppressed within people during the civilized age was released without limit.

Murder, arson, gun crimes—such things had become utterly commonplace.

"Jiudi? Jiudi!"

The little girl's sudden cry broke the strange atmosphere in the room.

Everyone hurriedly looked over. Shang Jiudi had collapsed on the floor, while Eighteen anxiously hovered beside her. The woman's face was flushed red, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Chu Han strode over, scooped Shang Jiudi up, and tossed her onto the bed. Leaning over at an angle he was accustomed to, he reached out and forcefully checked her eyelids and mouth.

"Be gentler!" Eighteen panicked. With Chu Han's strength, it looked as though he was about to poke Shang Jiudi's eyeballs out.

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

"Zombie transformation?" Chen Shaoye was the first to react. He became extremely nervous, unconsciously gripping the fire axe tightly with both hands.

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

Zombie transformation?!

Shang Jiudi was going to turn into a zombie? Had she been bitten? Or was there some other reason?

How could that be?!

"Bullshit!" Eighteen's eyes widened. She abruptly shoved Chen Shaoye, but how could a little girl possibly be stronger than him? Not only did she fail to move him, she nearly fell herself.

"No, I mean... it can't be, right?" Jia Chunjie unconsciously retreated a meter, staring from afar at Shang Jiudi lying on the bed with her eyes closed. He might be lustful, but he valued his life more.

Chu Han took in their differing reactions. He released the woman's jaw, which he had been gripping tightly. Because he had used too much force, the skin around her chin had turned pale.

"It's an ordinary fever, but we don't have any fever medicine." Chu Han stood up, soaked a towel in water, and laid it over Shang Jiudi's forehead.

A fever was not much of an illness under normal circumstances. A trip to the hospital and an IV drip would cure it. But things were troublesome now. Chu Han had only gathered medicine for treating wounds, because he had never regarded colds or fevers as anything serious—they could be endured and would pass. But Shang Jiudi clearly could not endure it this time, or she would not have fainted directly from the fever.

Damn it, why hadn't this woman said anything when she felt unwell?

Chu Han frowned. Her constitution was so weak—would she die?

Eighteen's heart, which had just settled, rose again. Tears welled in her reddened eyes. "Brother Chu Han, will you save her? I don't want her to die."

Staring at the little girl's large red eyes, Chu Han did not answer directly. Instead, he looked at Chen Shaoye. "I'm going out. You stay here."

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

Chu Han's lips pressed into a stiff line. "You should stay here. Don't touch anything in the room. Wait until I return before doing anything."

"Then be careful." Chen Shaoye keenly sensed that something was off and nodded heavily.

Jia Chunjie, who had not said a word, suddenly felt his heart pound violently. He watched Chu Han's departing back, then glanced at the beauty on the bed, whose face was flushed from the fever. A thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

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