Blood Rage

Night fell.

Lu Bai stretched as he looked at the crescent moon that had risen at some unknown time.

"What a fulfilling day."

Zombies could still be seen wandering the streets, and their roars could occasionally be heard. It seemed the zombies became more active at night.

The wind on the rooftop was noticeably stronger after sunset.

Lu Bai tucked his neck into his collar, planning to get down from the railing and find a place in the building to get through the night.

Just then, a light shone on him.

He immediately became alert, rolling back onto the rooftop and using the railing as cover.

"Sniper rifle? Or something else?"

Although his knowledge of firearms was limited to the gunfight games he had played in his previous life.

He had heard about the power of sniper rifles to some extent.

A Barrett shot could take off over five hundred health points, was he afraid?

After crouching behind the railing for about ten seconds, Lu Bai cautiously poked his head out and scanned his surroundings. He quickly located the source of the light.

It was from the window sill on the fifth floor of the hotel diagonally opposite.

The other party didn't seem to be trying to hide at all; they were even shaking it, as if afraid others wouldn't notice.

Seeing this, Lu Bai realized it didn't seem malicious. He hesitated for a moment before waving in that direction.

After being infected with the Zombie Virus, Lu Bai's hearing had improved significantly, but his eyesight hadn't shown any notable enhancement.

Across dozens of meters, coupled with the reduced visibility at night, he stared at the window for a long time. At most, he could discern that there was a man and a woman in the room.

He could vaguely see the man saying something. His expression was unclear, but from the amplitude of his movements, Lu Bai could sense that the man was gradually becoming agitated.

"Did they think I was going to jump?"

Lu Bai smiled kindly and waved his arm again.

"Hurry up and get him to throw us some food," Zhou Meina tugged hard at Tang Peng's collar.

Having starved for a day and a night, the eyes of the young couple were almost green with hunger.

Unfortunately, the viewing windows of this hotel were designed with safety as the primary focus. They could only tilt upwards by 45 degrees at most, barely serving any purpose other than ventilation.

"I'm on it!"

Tang Peng forcefully pushed the hotel window open as wide as it could go. He struggled to stick out half of his body and shouted towards Lu Bai, "Little brother, help! Throw down some food!"

In the quiet night, Tang Peng's shout sounded particularly jarring.

Lu Bai looked at the zombies outside that were gradually lifting their heads. He placed an index finger to his lips, signaling Tang Peng to quiet down first.

However, neither Tang Peng nor Zhou Meina could understand the meaning behind his actions.

"Fuck! What the hell does this bastard mean!" Tang Peng cursed out in anger.

Zhou Meina plopped down onto the ground and yelled hysterically, "Can't you see? This kid definitely doesn't want to share the food with us!"

She kept hitting the floor, not even bothering to manage a few strands of hair that had gotten into the corner of her mouth.

It could only be said that when faced with despair, very few people could maintain their sanity.

In their eyes, such a large Department Store would absolutely not be lacking in food.

"What's the use of you making a fuss again!?"

Tang Peng's expression was grim, on the verge of exploding with rage.

Zhou Meina immediately retorted, "Scolding, scolding! You only know how to scold me! Then what do you suggest we do?"

Anger was anger, but their memories hadn't vanished.

The scene of Lu Bai kicking and shattering the tempered glass door not long ago was still vivid in their minds. Even if they wanted to get tough, they had nowhere to direct their aggression.

On the rooftop of the Department Store.

Lu Bai observed that after the couple in the opposite hotel closed their window and quieted down, he didn't think much more about it. He turned and went down from the rooftop to find a place to rest.

The next day.

Lu Bai woke up from a high-end leather bed that was for sale. He sat up.

He rubbed the area around his eyes forcefully, trying to shake off his drowsiness, and got up to leave the bedding area.

"The quality of these zombies is truly despair-inducing..."

Lu Bai sighed groggily.

He hadn't slept well at all last night, and his head felt a bit foggy now.

Late at night, the zombies outside were like they were having a party, extremely active.

Lu Bai wasn't sure if the zombies' throats had split from roaring, but after listening all night, he felt like his own head was about to split.

After rinsing his face with cold water, he finally felt a little more awake.

Lu Bai yawned lazily and turned off the faucet. "But the city's water supply system is still running? Could it be that the water plant has been upgraded to automation?"

After muttering a couple of complaints, Lu Bai re-holstered the pistol belonging to a certain Shuangying on his waist.

Incidentally, although he had been carrying this gun all along, he had no intention of actually using it. It was more for psychological comfort.

The truth was, this thing was too unreliable. It might just run out of bullets at a crucial moment. A cold weapon like the Eight-Sided Han Sword was much more dependable.

Of course, the main reason was that after hacking so many zombies and Deathmatch Participants, he had gotten used to it.

Lu Bai carried his Eight-Sided Han Sword downstairs, and along the way, he casually pocketed a few useful items.

Perhaps it was because the zombies had been too rowdy last night, but they were all finding places to sleep now.

The entire Department Store, including the streets outside, was exceptionally quiet.

The morning air always felt refreshing, even in an urbanized city center, it was no exception.

Lu Bai stepped out of the Department Store over the shattered glass, greedily taking a deep breath, as if half his weariness had been washed away.

Squeak~

Lu Bai caught a faint, almost imperceptible sound.

He followed the direction of the sound and looked up. A window on the fifth floor of the hotel was pushed open.

Immediately, a wall-mounted television crashed onto the road not far from Lu Bai.

Tang Peng's eyes were bloodshot, and he glared at Lu Bai with a ferocious expression. "If you're not going to give us food, then you can die!"

Before he finished speaking, heavy objects were continuously thrown from the window, creating a jarring symphony.

The nearby zombies heard the commotion and let out roars.

A few zombies at the street corner saw Lu Bai in the middle of the road and frantically twisted their bodies, lunging at him.

"Tsk."

The smile on Lu Bai's face became even more amiable. "When did I offend you?"

"Pah! I just don't like you. Come bite me if you're not happy about it!" Tang Peng spat, his expression twisted to the point of madness.

"Although I don't want to kill someone first thing in the morning, it might not be appropriate to just leave. Let's consider it eliminating a scourge for the people."

Facing someone like this, Lu Bai still felt not even a shred of anger. He silently activated [Blood Rage].

The moment [Blood Rage] was activated, his skin color visibly began to turn towards a reddish hue.

The dizziness caused by anemia was quickly replaced by a surging power from within his body.

To Tang Peng, Lu Bai's appearance looked like he was angry, just a bit too obviously so.

So, he sneered. "Typical impotent rage."