Don't Go, Idol

The corner of Chu Han's mouth curled up, his tone relaxed. "Less than seventy Points. I didn't earn any, but I didn't lose any either."

Smiling faintly, he weighed the axe in his hand, then turned and ran toward Ange Town's exit. Taking care of Xiao Yunfei and earning several dozen Points had put him in a very good mood, and his pace unconsciously quickened.

The gas station behind him was still burning. Great swathes of it were engulfed in roaring flames, the blaze surging high into the sky. Billowing black smoke scorched the entire area, crackling sounds of burning rang out without end, and the air was thick with the stench of rotting flesh being charred.

Zombies with only half their bodies left kept crawling out of the fire along both sides of the road. Half of some faces had collapsed, while others had their scalps burned down to bare bone. Yet they still had the strength to crawl, flames clinging to their bodies as they felt no pain, until the fire burned away everything and turned them to ash.

A massive horde of zombies had rushed into the gas station, only for it to explode. That alone was a world-shaking event.

Quite a few people in the residential complex saw the scene. They all pressed themselves against their windows, their faces full of disbelief. Though they could not see exactly what had happened, the enormous explosion was plain to see.

This was man-made. Someone was helping them!

"Are they coming to take us away? Clearing out the zombies and taking us with them?"

"Someone finally showed up! Please help me!"

"Did you see the distress signal in my window? Look, look! I'm here! Over here!"

"Help! There are elderly people and children in my home. Please let us leave first!"

Since the apocalypse broke out, they had been trapped here for many days. No electricity, no communication, no food, and no one coming to help them. Everything had returned to zero. Survival had become like the primitive age again, while outside was a terrifying hell filled with danger.

Many of their loved ones had even turned into those monsters. Mothers ate their own children. Husbands ate their wives. Tragedies unfolded in countless homes, battering at people's psychological defenses.

Eating was an instinct for zombies. They did not know fullness and would keep eating, not even sparing heads. Some zombies even ate until their bellies swelled as high as a person, bloated like giant leather balls. If split open with an axe, chunks of unchewed human flesh would burst out.

Many people had committed suicide, jumping from high-rises, only for the zombie hordes below to swarm them and gnaw them clean.

Fear kept most survivors confined to their homes. Many did not dare go out in search of food and could only endure hunger.

Now that such a huge commotion had erupted outside, the survivors grew excited. Some even clutched their heads and wept. Others had already started packing, crouching by their windows in eager anticipation, unable to wait for rescue.

Habits from the civilized age made them instinctively believe the government would send rescue, or at least that the military would appear and organize the civilians' evacuation. But they were destined to be disappointed. The military was currently too busy to look after itself. Being able to establish military bases across various places so quickly was already a miracle.

On the rooftop balcony of Building Seven, Bald Man He Shang was equally dumbfounded. His gleaming bald head was now covered in sweat. The ice in his beer had long melted without him noticing. He still held up his homemade telescope, staring unblinkingly at that area.

All of a sudden, he shouted and leaped up with his bloated body. "Holy shit! My idol!"

"So badass! Special forces? Oh, no, no, Superman! That speed, those reflexes—absolutely insane!" Spittle flew wildly from his puffy face in excitement, spraying like a thunderstorm. "Luring the zombies alone and wiping them out in the flames! He's so badass, it's like watching a sci-fi movie! His sense of justice is overflowing! Even though I've returned to secular life, my heart is still devoted to Buddha. I like people with a sense of justice. This guy can definitely be my idol!"

"Idol! Don't go, idol! The world is so big—take me out to see it! Holy shit, I'm practically a poet!" Bald Man He Shang packed his things while watching the distance through his telescope. Chu Han was getting farther and farther away, almost reduced to a tiny dot.

Clattering sounds rang continuously inside. By the time Bald Man He Shang came out carrying several large and small bags of miscellaneous items, Chu Han had long since vanished from sight. Bald Man He Shang was in no hurry. He took out a GPS from his pocket and began fiddling with it. Somehow, the GPS actually worked.

He was extremely talkative, able to mutter endlessly even by himself. A series of fairly loud collisions also came from the pack on his back. This whole set of rather childish actions was enough to draw many zombies over. After all, Chu Han had only lured away some of them. Plenty of zombies still remained in the residential complex.

Roar—

A zombie suddenly charged over from the side, its jaw making horrifying clacking noises as it tried to bite into He Shang's bloated face!

Bald Man He Shang did not even raise his head. He continued studying the GPS, casually slipping one hand into his pocket and taking out something resembling a pistol but fundamentally different in principle. He lightly tapped it against the zombie's head at point-blank range.

Bzzzt—

A current suddenly surged out. The zombie before him seemed to have been struck by lightning, its entire body instantly charred black and shriveling severely. The brain matter in its skull was burned away in an instant, then with a smack, its charcoal-like body fell to the ground.

Bald Man He Shang did not even pause. His leisurely, strolling manner clearly showed that he had long anticipated the zombie's fate. In high spirits, he swaggered forward while shouting loudly as he went.

"The nearest military base to Ange Town is in Stone City. My idol is so awesome that he definitely heard the broadcast. He must be going to Stone City! Hehehe, wait for me, idol! Here I come!"

The other people in the residential complex were not in nearly as good a mood as Bald Man He Shang.

They hid behind their curtains, gripping the railings tightly with both hands and pressing their gaunt faces against the windows.

Time would not stop and wait for them. The flames burning in the distance had already begun to weaken. No one appeared, no broadcast they had hoped for sounded, and not even a single car showed up.

There was nothing at all, as if that earlier scene had only been an empty dream.

At Ange Town's exit.

With one stride, Chu Han jumped into the G55 waiting for him by the roadside. Chen Shaoye had already begun taking on the driver's duties. Chu Han was the backbone of their team; if he had to personally handle everything, he would surely be exhausted to death.

Besides, what boss had you ever seen drive himself?

"You're back?" Shang Jiudi had recovered quite a bit, her complexion rosy. She looked as if she had something she wanted to say.

"Mm." Chu Han smiled and nodded. Then his gaze suddenly flickered, because the Reforging System issued a prompt that greatly surprised him.

"Ding—"

"An unknown person's loyalty has reached 30%."

An unknown person?

What was going on?

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