Ominous Aura

The young man on the motorcycle approached the Zombies in the suit, drifted, and in the nick of time, slashed the Zombies's neck with a knife!

The Zombies in the Winter are unaffected by ordinary bullets, and naturally, ordinary knives are also ineffective against them.

But the young man swung his sword and actually chopped off the Zombies's head cleanly and efficiently.

Then, three more Zombies, one male and one female, quickly pounced.

The young man suddenly twisted the accelerator, not engaging the Zombies in combat, and said to the gray-haired old man:

"Second Uncle, hurry up and get in the car, this thing is too fierce!"

The old man looked stunned, then, regaining his composure, prepared to get on the bus.

But just then, a Zombies suddenly sped up, using both its hands and feet, and pounced like a jackal! "Damn it!"

The young man on the motorcycle cursed, turned around, and rammed into the car!

The Zombies was jolted by the impact, and the sword swung down hard, severing the Zombies's head!

His skills were indeed impressive, but he didn't seem to have received any professional training, nor was he Gene Warrior. When two more Zombies attacked in quick succession, he found himself struggling to cope.

The young man's face turned pale, and his heart sank.

"We're doomed!"

Gunshots rang out, and the head of the Zombies that charged forward the fastest was instantly smashed. Another Zombies pounced, right in the blind spot of the young man with the knife.

He couldn't help but sense a dangerous aura.

However, the Zombies didn't pounce on him, and another loud noise came to his ears.

The young man turned his head and saw that the Zombies had been kicked in two pieces, the two severed parts twitching on the ground.

The young man on the motorcycle was still in shock. It took him a moment to realize that a stern-faced young man had saved him and was carrying a submachine gun.

After the Zombies outbreak was dealt with, the young man on the motorcycle cupped his hands and said, "Thank you."

"Friend, you're just going to charge in with a knife, without even a gun?" Chen Wang said.

The young man blushed. "I was in a hurry to save someone."

Chen Wang recognized the young man; he was the same boy who had been drinking with Moli at the bar that day, the Hellfire Teenager who had ridden the motorcycle that had been flying like Zombies on the day Moli's car was stolen.

Upon hearing his answer, Chen Wang thought to himself, "As expected of you."

The image of that young man riding his motorcycle, cursing and swearing, crashing into Zombies was still fresh in Chen Wang's mind.

The elderly man with gray hair also came over to express his gratitude. "Thank you."

Chen Wang nodded.

His gaze then fell on the long sword in the young man's hand. The sword was somewhat similar in shape to Samurai Sword, but with slight differences. The brass hilt and the rope wrapped around it were also quite elaborate.

The young man, carrying a knife, picked up the motorcycle, restarted it, and...

"Brother, my Zhu Qi. May I ask your name?"

"I asked the young man."

"My Chen Wang," Chen Wang said calmly.

The young man named Zhu Qi was stunned for a moment. "Chen Wang? The one who killed dozens of Church Tier 3 Soldier Chen Wang himself? The legendary mysterious tier-4 expert!?"

"..." Chen Wang.

The story got more and more outrageous as it spread; now he's already a fourth-tier expert...

"Who the hell is spreading this?" Chen Wang thought to himself.

"Brother Chen, you saved me and Uncle Er today. From now on, your business is my business. If there's anything I can do to help you, just let me know."

Zhu Qi patted his chest and said, with a very Jianghu atmosphere.

Chen Wang smiled and said, "Okay."

Zhu Qi looked around and said to the old man with gray hair, "Second Uncle, wait here for me."

The old man nodded.

Zhu Qi rode his motorcycle past with a whoosh, arriving at the spot where he had just been. He bent down and reached out, picking up the scabbard as if riding a horse, before riding back.

He sheathed the knife and gave it to Chen Wang.

"Brother Chen, I see you don't have anything good, but this knife is very sharp, so I'll give it to you as a gift."

Zhu Qi said generously, his eyes filled with sincerity.

After Chen Wang took the knife, it was icy cold to the touch. As a cultivator, he could feel the intense resentment emanating from the knife; it had killed many people.

"Where did you get this knife?" Chen Wang asked.

This Zhu Qi clearly doesn't seem like the kind of expert who kills without hesitation.

Zhu Qi said, "I found it in the alley ahead. There was a dead man there holding this knife. I saw that it was very sharp, so I took it and used it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the still-shaken old man.

"Brother Chen, I'm going with my second uncle now. If you need anything from me, just have someone find me at Hui Quan Trading Company. I'll be working there."

Zhu Qi said.

Chen Wang nodded.

Zhu Qi sped away on his motorcycle.

"Ordinary people are likely to encounter misfortune if they use this knife," Chen Wang thought to himself.

This knife carries resentment; if used for a long time, it can corrupt people's hearts.

An ordinary person cannot suppress this resentment and is prone to bloodshed.

Chen Wang shook his head and put the knife in the car.

This thing isn't very useful to him, so it doesn't really have any effect. But if Zhu Qi keeps using it, he might just die.

"It is extremely rare to use cold weapons in the Winter." Chen Wang thought for a moment, then suddenly stopped.

"When we were cleaning up the hospital ruins last time, the invisible woman used a long knife."

Chen Wang parked the car on the side of the road and walked towards the alley that Zhu Qi had mentioned earlier, carrying the long knife with him.

Zombies outbreaks are so common that they're no longer surprising, except for their frightening nature.

Chen Wang was the same.

Using the long sword as a guide, he entered the alley and saw the person lying in a pool of blood.

Chen Wang had excellent eyesight and could see the man's face clearly before he even got close. The man, who was in his thirties, had deep features, his body riddled with bullet holes, and blood was flowing all over the ground. He was already dead.

Chen Wang approached the man and examined him, discovering calluses on his hands, seemingly from years of wielding a knife.

Then I found a bronze medal on him and couldn't help but pause in surprise.

"Everything will eventually pass, and the gods will eventually rule the world."

Upon seeing this familiar phrase, Chen Wang frowned deeply.

"He is a member of the Church."

A Church Remnants was murdered in a secluded alley, and his body was left unattended.

Chen Wang felt something was strange, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

They then searched the man's body, hoping to find some clues, but found nothing.

"His bronze medal was not taken, his knife was not taken, and his body was not taken away."

"It doesn't seem like something an official organization would do, but if it were a freelancer, they wouldn't pass up the opportunity to get a bounty."

A thoughtful look appeared in Chen Wang's eyes.

I'm a little curious.