In Gu Xiaotong's eyes, even that cowardly fat man called Chen Shaoye got to sit in such a spacious vehicle. She was young, beautiful, and the only woman here—how could Chu Han possibly refuse her? She did not want to stay in that small car in the back any longer. She wanted to sit in the spacious G55 and get a good night's sleep.
"Sorry, there's no room in my car," Chu Han refused.
"You!" Gu Xiaotong stared at Chu Han's impervious expression, feeling as sick as if she had swallowed a fly.
She thought her figure was hot and her looks were decent. Was there something wrong with this man's brain?
Chu Han said nothing. His gaze swept discreetly over Gu Xiaotong's face. Her eyeliner and mascara had smeared all over her face, making it look as though she had buried it in coal and failed to wash it clean. Her heavy makeup had been utterly ruined; anyone who did not know better might have thought she was a zombie.
Chu Han ignored Gu Xiaotong and continued gripping his axe as he stood guard.
Just then, Zhang Ziyu and Chen Shaoye came running over one after the other. Zhang Ziyu did not look too good, while Chen Shaoye wore a miserable expression, hunched over and too afraid to lift his head.
"Where's Fan Wei?" Chu Han asked with a frown.
Zhang Ziyu spat. "This fatty's shit stinks so badly that Fan Wei couldn't stand it and went farther away."
"Heh!" Gu Xiaotong looked Chen Shaoye up and down and let out a cold laugh. At the same time, she silently classified Chu Han as a lunatic. She had practically thrown herself at him and he did not want her, yet he was taking this useless piece of trash with him.
Chen Shaoye stood obediently to the side, not daring to make a sound.
Chu Han frowned and glanced toward the area ahead. It was pitch-black, impossible to see through. In that absolute darkness, it felt as if something might suddenly emerge at any moment.
"Get in first." To be safe, Chu Han got into the G55 first. Often, the slightest thing out of place could bring a storm of lethal danger.
Chen Shaoye immediately followed him. He was afraid that if he did not keep up in time, Chu Han would leave him behind and drive away. And that was indeed the case. If Chen Shaoye lacked the instinct and resolve to survive, Chu Han would directly give up on this person who might become powerful in the future.
Gu Xiaotong was unwilling, but when she watched Chu Han slam the door shut, she could only dejectedly return to the small car behind them.
The moment they got in, Fan Wei's voice suddenly rang out from ahead.
"Ah! Help—" As if something had clamped around his throat, Fan Wei's voice abruptly cut off.
Chu Han's heart lurched. He immediately started the vehicle and charged forward, switching on the headlights as he searched intently for Fan Wei.
"What, what's happening? A ghost? Ah, no—a zombie?" Gu Xiaotong in the rear car was terrified out of her wits.
Zhang Ziyu was not much better off. He immediately locked the doors and started the car with trembling hands.
What should he do now? Run? What was he supposed to do?
"Hurry up and follow him! Chu Han has already left!" Seeing that Chu Han had driven far ahead, the insecure Gu Xiaotong immediately shouted. In her eyes, only Chu Han, who was not afraid of zombies, could make her feel safe.
"Shut up! Aren't I starting it?!" Zhang Ziyu was tense to the extreme. Unfortunately, his car had a manual transmission, and with his hands and feet trembling, he could not get the car moving for ages.
Fan Wei had not gone very far. Chu Han spotted him shortly after driving out. Covered in blood, he was sprinting desperately toward them, with a large horde of zombies chasing after him, baring their fangs and claws and letting out excited roars. There were at least fifty of them.
From the moment he heard the scream until now, Chen Shaoye had not made a sound. He had been completely scared stiff.
How had so many zombies suddenly appeared? Chu Han's brows furrowed tightly as he followed the headlights and looked into the distance. Well, damn. A bus had overturned in the wasteland beside the highway. It had probably been traveling down this expressway when the apocalypse broke out, and now every passenger on board had turned into a zombie.
"Ah! Ah!" Ten meters ahead, Fan Wei was so terrified that his thoughts had descended into chaos. He could not even form a complete sentence, only letting out primal screams.
Chu Han frowned even harder. Had Fan Wei been bitten?
During the three months before espers appeared, humanity's physical strength was generally weak, insufficient to resist the viruses within zombies. Being bitten by a zombie, or even merely scratched open by a zombie's nails, could result in infection and transformation into a zombie. Of course, there were exceptions—people who had already been physically strong—but Fan Wei clearly was not one of them.
In the past, Chu Han would never have cared in a situation like this. He would have simply floored the accelerator and driven away. But after glancing at Chen Shaoye, he instantly changed his mind.
"Fatty, squeeze toward the back. Open the door and pull him in," Chu Han ordered Chen Shaoye while slowing the vehicle.
"Ah, yes, yes." Chen Shaoye did not have any thoughts of his own. He had been completely scared senseless and could only instinctively obey Chu Han's orders.
Chu Han slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched against the ground, and inertia sent everything inside the car flying forward. Boxes, canned food, and bottled water rolled all over the floor.
Chu Han knew that if he did not slow down as much as possible, Fatty Chen had no chance of pulling someone aboard. But even so, it was still extremely dangerous. The horde ahead was nearly upon the vehicle when Chen Shaoye finally opened the door in a panic. He tugged several times without managing to pull Fan Wei in, while Fan Wei was also so frightened that he did not know what to do. For a moment, there was absolutely no coordination between them.
At that moment, the G55's body suddenly jolted, followed by a buzz. A small car shot past them like a cannonball, its speed likely reaching 180 kilometers per hour. After running over several zombies, it vanished in an instant.
"They... they?" Chen Shaoye's voice was dry.
"Ah!" Fan Wei roared in confused disbelief and rage. That was his car!
The people in that car, which had seemed ready to take flight, were none other than Zhang Ziyu and Gu Xiaotong, who had been following behind them. The two had clearly reached an agreement and fled without a second thought.
Chu Han sneered. A side mirror had been knocked off—not the G55's, but Zhang Ziyu's car's.
At that moment, two zombies had already closed in, only ten centimeters from Fan Wei's neck. Several others had appeared on Chu Han's side, slapping the window with their rotting hands.
"Hold on tight!" Chu Han suddenly shouted, then violently shifted into reverse and stomped down on the accelerator.
Boom! The G55 shot backward with a roar, fast and thrilling, instantly putting twenty meters between them and the zombie horde ahead. The items inside the car were thrown into complete disarray.
Fortunately, Chen Shaoye instinctively grabbed Fan Wei's arm, preventing him from being flung away. Even so, Fan Wei was dragged along the ground for quite a distance. His shoes had likely been ground beyond saving.
"Quick! Get in!" Fatty Chen was drenched in cold sweat. He hurriedly hauled Fan Wei inside, then slammed the door shut and held it tightly.
The car had been spacious to begin with, and the two of them actually managed to squeeze into one seat, even though one of them was a fat man weighing 190 jin.
Out of the corner of his eye, Chu Han glanced at Fan Wei's shoulder. Blood was seeping from it, and beneath the torn clothing was a clearly visible bite mark.
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