Your Makeup Is Smudged

In Gu Xiaotong's opinion, if that cowardly fat guy named Chen Shaoye could sit in such a spacious car, and she was young, beautiful, and the only woman here, Chu Han couldn't possibly refuse, right? She didn't want to stay in the smaller car behind anymore; she wanted to sit in the spacious big car and get a good night's sleep.

"Sorry, I don't have any free space in my car," Chu Han refused.

"You!" Looking at Chu Han's unyielding attitude, Gu Xiaotong felt as uncomfortable as if she had swallowed a fly.

She thought her figure was hot and her looks were good. Was this person in front of her brain-damaged?

Chu Han didn't say anything, his gaze subtly swept over Gu Xiaotong's face. Her eyeliner and mascara were all smeared, making her face look like it had been buried in coal and not washed clean. Her heavy makeup was completely ruined. Anyone who didn't know better would think she was a zombie.

Chu Han ignored Gu Xiaotong and continued to grip his axe, staying alert.

Just then, Zhang Ziyu and Chen Shaoye ran over, one after the other. Zhang Ziyu's expression wasn't good, while Chen Shaoye looked dejected, hunched over and not daring to look up.

"Where's Fan Wei?" Chu Han asked, frowning.

Zhang Ziyu spat, "This fatty was taking a dump. It stank so bad, Fan Wei couldn't stand it and walked further away."

"Heh!" Gu Xiaotong looked Chen Shaoye up and down and let out a cold laugh. At the same time, she mentally labeled Chu Han as crazy. He didn't want her, but he was taking this useless piece of trash instead.

Chen Shaoye stood by meekly, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Chu Han frowned and glanced towards the area ahead. It was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything. In the complete darkness, something seemed like it could appear at any moment.

"Get in the car first." To be cautious, Chu Han got into the G55 first. Often, the slightest anomaly would lead to a storm of fatal danger.

Chen Shaoye immediately followed closely behind. He was afraid that if he didn't keep up, Chu Han would leave him behind. In fact, this was true. If Chen Shaoye didn't have the instinct and awareness for survival, he would have directly abandoned this person who might become very strong in the future.

Gu Xiaotong was somewhat unwilling, but seeing Chu Han slam the car door shut, she could only dejectedly return to the smaller car behind.

As soon as she got in the car, Fan Wei's voice suddenly rang out from the front.

"Ah! Help—" As if his throat was being choked, Fan Wei's voice cut off abruptly.

Chu Han's heart leaped, and he immediately started the car and sped out, turning on the headlights and intently scanning the area ahead for Fan Wei.

"What, what's going on? Ghosts? Ah no, zombies?" Gu Xiaotong, in the car behind, was terrified.

Zhang Ziyu wasn't much better. He immediately locked the car doors and, trembling, started his own vehicle.

What should they do now? Escape? What to do, what to do?

"Hurry up and chase them, Chu Han's already gone!" Seeing Chu Han driving far ahead, the uncertain Gu Xiaotong shouted. In her opinion, Chu Han, who wasn't afraid of zombies, gave her a sense of security.

"Shut up! I'm starting it!" Zhang Ziyu was extremely nervous, but his car was a manual transmission. Coupled with his trembling hands and feet, the car wouldn't move for a long time.

Fan Wei hadn't gone too far. Not long after Chu Han drove out, he saw him, covered in blood, sprinting towards them. Behind him, a large wave of zombies, with bared teeth and claws, followed, letting out excited roars. There were easily fifty of them.

Chen Shaoye, sitting in the passenger seat, hadn't made a sound since hearing the shouts. He was completely stunned.

How could so many zombies suddenly appear? Chu Han frowned, his gaze following the headlights into the distance. Good heavens, a large bus was overturned on the wasteland by the roadside. It was probably traveling on this highway when the apocalypse broke out, and now all the passengers had turned into zombies.

"Ah! Ah!" Ten meters ahead, Fan Wei was so scared his mind was in chaos. He couldn't even form a complete sentence, only letting out the most primal screams.

Chu Han's frown deepened. Had Fan Wei been bitten?

In the three months before ability users appeared, human physical fitness was generally weak, not enough to resist the virus within zombies. A bite from a zombie, or even a scratch from its claws, could lead to infection and transformation into a zombie. Of course, there were exceptions, such as people who were already very physically strong, but the current Fan Wei clearly wasn't.

In this situation, Chu Han wouldn't have cared before and would have just stepped on the gas and driven away. However, after glancing at Chen Shaoye, he instantly changed his mind.

"Fatty, scoot back a bit and open the door to pull him in," Chu Han instructed Chen Shaoye as he slowed the car.

"Ah, yes, yes." Chen Shaoye had no ideas of his own; he was completely scared stiff and could only instinctively obey Chu Han's orders.

Chu Han slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching on the ground. The inertia sent the items inside the car flying forward, with various boxes, cans, and bottles of mineral water rolling everywhere.

Chu Han knew that if he didn't slow down to the minimum speed, Fatty Chen wouldn't have the skill to pull someone in. But even so, it was extremely dangerous. The group of zombies ahead was almost upon the car when Chen Shaoye frantically opened the door. He fumbled several times but couldn't pull the person in. Fan Wei was also so scared he didn't know what to do, resulting in zero coordination between him and Chen Shaoye.

Just then, the G55 suddenly shook, followed by a hum. A small car zipped past like a cannonball, estimated to be traveling at 180 mph. After hitting a few zombies, it vanished instantly.

"They, they?" Chen Shaoye's voice was dry.

"Ah!" Fan Wei, with disbelief and anger, let out a confused roar. That was his car!

The ones in the car that seemed about to fly were Zhang Ziyu and Gu Xiaotong, who had been following them. The two had clearly reached an agreement and fled completely.

Chu Han sneered. The rearview mirror was gone – not the G55's rearview mirror, but Zhang Ziyu's car's.

At this moment, two zombies were already close, only ten centimeters from Fan Wei's neck. Several others appeared on Chu Han's side, banging on the car window with their rotten hands.

"Hold on tight!" Chu Han suddenly shouted, then abruptly shifted the gear to reverse and stomped on the accelerator.

Boom! The G55 roared backward, fast and thrilling, instantly moving twenty meters away from the zombie horde. The items inside the car were thrown about.

During this time, it was fortunate that Chen Shaoye instinctively grabbed Fan Wei's arm, preventing him from being flung out. However, he still scraped along the ground for a considerable distance, his shoes likely ruined.

"Quick! Get in!" Fatty Chen, covered in cold sweat from fright, quickly dragged Fan Wei in and then slammed the door shut tightly.

The car was already spacious. The two of them squeezed into one spot and actually fit, even with one of them being a 190-pound fatty.

Chu Han glanced at Fan Wei's shoulder out of the corner of his eye. Blood was seeping from it, and beneath the torn clothing, a clear bite mark was visible.