Oh, So You Want to Rent a House

Early morning.

A ray of sunlight shone in.

Lin Fan rose, stretched, and got dressed to wash up.

He didn't dare use the tap water anymore; judging by current trends, water resources would inevitably become very precious in the future. However, in Lin Fan's view, precious was precious, but he wasn't lacking any right now.

Even if he were.

Could he really stop brushing his teeth and washing his face?

If a person is ugly, they must keep themselves clean and tidy; that way, they will look more spirited and handsome.

Of course, he wasn't ugly.

He made a simple breakfast, and after eating, he went downstairs to exercise.

This was his habit.

Even with the apocalypse upon them, he couldn't forget to exercise. Otherwise, hiding at home every day, let alone being bitten to death by zombies, he would just waste away on his own.

The residential complex was very quiet.

Lin Fan was used to being alone, so he didn't feel much discomfort regarding this.

After half an hour of exercise.

He walked a lap around the complex, mainly to survey his territory.

There was a vacant lot in the complex, quite large in size; if he wanted to grow vegetables, this was the only place to do it.

However, this was public property, not private.

If he wanted to grow vegetables, he naturally needed the consent of the other residents, so his next task was to notify them.

Even if the apocalypse had arrived and zombies were everywhere, there might not be any living residents left in the complex.

But the procedure absolutely could not be skipped.

"This is going to be a massive undertaking." Lin Fan cheered himself on; even if there were many residents, he had to notify them one by one.

Action followed thought.

No procrastination.

He had to act on things the moment they came to mind.

He then drew Frostmourne from his back, not to intimidate anyone, but as a precaution against zombies. After all, zombies were very dangerous, and he was afraid of being bitten.

Lin Fan walked through the complex, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Hello! Is anyone there? Please answer if you can hear me."

If someone came out, that would be for the best; he could ask everyone to help spread the word.

"Hey! Can anyone hear me?"

"I am Lin Fan, a resident of Unit 2, 704, Building 2. I would like to grow some vegetables in the complex. Is anyone there?"

He shouted for quite a while, but not a single soul answered.

Roar!

As he passed a building, the low growls of zombies drifted from within.

The sound of things being smashed.

Thud, thud!

The sound of running came from the stairwell.

Crash!

A few zombies rushed out a bit too quickly, tumbling down the stairs before springing back up, their pale eyes fixed on Lin Fan.

Lin Fan raised a hand in greeting, "Hello there."

A beautiful day often begins with a friendly greeting.

Bang!

All around, windows shattered as zombies smashed through them and leaped down from the upper floors.

Squelch!

Some broke their legs, others their arms, but to zombies without a sense of pain, these were mere trifles.

The number of zombies was not small; he hadn't expected so many to be hiding in the complex.

"I'm a resident here, and I want to discuss something with you all. Don't get violent, or I'll be forced to defend myself."

But his words were like playing the lute to a cow.

The zombies roared wildly and charged madly toward him.

At this moment, Lin Fan wasn't thinking about how to face the crisis, but rather how troublesome it would be to have to move all their corpses after hacking them to death.

"Sigh, why must it be this way? Even if you've turned into zombies, if we could just communicate properly, we could go about our own business without interfering with each other. Perhaps we could even be friends."

He had no choice but to swing his sword and cut them down.

The replica of Frostmourne was truly overbearing; it was a sharpened blade.

"Come on."

With a single swing, the zombie charging at him was sliced clean through, as soft as cutting tofu, without the slightest difficulty.

A moment later.

The ground was littered with zombie corpses, a testament to the fierce battle that had just taken place here.

[Zombie killed]

[Points gained +1]

[Zombie killed]

[Points gained +1]

Little Assistant was quite interesting; every time he killed a zombie, he would receive points. It really sounded just like playing a video game.

"Is there no one left?"

He continued to stroll through the residential complex, wanting to see if there were any residents.

Unfortunately.

There were no residents, only those unlovable zombies.

When his own safety was threatened, he did not hesitate to pick up the law in his hands to defend himself. The so-called law was 'Frostmourne', that sword known as evil.

But in Lin Fan's hands, even an evil sword radiated a dazzling brilliance.

"I am very likely the only homeowner in this complex now. According to the requirements for land reclamation, as long as I agree, there won't be any problems." Lin Fan never wanted to have conflicts with his neighbors.

Therefore, he would always seek others' opinions before doing anything.

He arrived at the vacant lot behind the complex. It hadn't been cultivated by anyone and had been abandoned for a long time, overgrown with weeds that needed to be cleared.

"Alright, time to start working. Let's go."

Lin Fan found some tools and began clearing the weeds from the field, also turning over the soil.

This was a major project, one that would bring great benefits in the future.

Time ticked by, second by second.

In the quiet complex.

Only Lin Fan could be seen hunched over, busy in the field with his tools, the weeds stacked neatly and orderly to the side.

This was a public community; even if there was no one around, he couldn't leave it looking messy.

The sound of weeding.

The sound of turning soil.

Sweat dripped down—the sweat of a hardworking man.

After a long while.

Lin Fan pretended to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Even though there was no sweat, doing this helped him better immerse himself in the role.

"It's noon, time for lunch. I can continue working in the afternoon."

He had intended to head home.

Suddenly, he thought of that mother and daughter, and touched the replica artifact they had gifted him on his back.

He left the complex.

He arrived at the vegetable market.

The smell here was pungent; rotting vegetables and meat emitted a foul odor.

If a fastidious person were to pass by, they would surely cover their nose and exclaim, "Oh my, it smells so bad, I feel like I'm going to throw up."

He arrived at the soft-shelled turtle stall, thought for a moment, and decided to buy the creature.

Thinking of the condition of that mother and daughter, their bodies were a bit thin; nourishing their bodies was a very important matter.

He arrived back at the complex.

He walked up the stairs.

He knocked on the door gently.

"It's me."

He spoke to alert them. It was very dangerous outside now, and appearing at someone's door out of nowhere and banging on it would surely terrify them.

Li Mei, who was staying in the room with her daughter, had seen her life improve slightly thanks to the supplies Lin Fan had given them. Although it couldn't compare to the past, at least they could ensure they were fed.

Hearing the knock.

She was so frightened she clutched her daughter tightly.

In the apocalypse, the slightest disturbance could keep one's nerves on edge, not to mention that they were a widowed mother and daughter, helpless and alone; being able to stay alive was already a stroke of luck.

Last night, she had secretly watched from the balcony as zombies wandered the streets outside, so terrified that she covered her mouth, not daring to make a single sound.

At this moment, she heard a familiar voice outside.

She calmly let her tense heart settle.

It was him...

She opened the door.

There stood the young man who had been helping them, a smile on his face.

Lin Fan held out a soft-shelled turtle toward her. "I bought this turtle for you at the market. I noticed your spirits weren't very high, and you need a little nourishment."

He couldn't bear to buy or eat such things himself, but since they had given him such a handsome, realistic artifact, he certainly couldn't be stingy.

Li Mei looked at the turtle, then back at Lin Fan.

She had no idea what kind of logic he was operating on.

To be honest.

She really felt it was all quite strange.

Yet, beneath his strange behavior, there was a sense of reassurance that put her at ease.

"Don't you need it?" Li Mei asked.

Her daughter, standing behind her, looked curiously at this strange uncle.

Lin Fan laughed. "I don't need it. My body is exceptionally strong; if I get too much nourishment, I'm prone to nosebleeds."

As he spoke, he even flexed his muscles.

At this moment.

Li Mei seemed to have made a major decision.

"There is something I would like to ask for your help with, if that's alright."

She knew that every request required a price; there was no such thing as help without reason. While this kind young man had indeed helped them selflessly, asking for more without offering anything in return would only invite resentment.

She wasn't afraid of death herself.

But when she thought about leaving her daughter behind after she was gone, she didn't know what would become of her.

Every night, she dreamed of her child's father being tackled and torn apart by zombies, eventually turning into one himself, stumbling away to who knows where.

"What do you need my help with?"

Lin Fan asked. If it were something simple, he would be happy to help, but if it were complicated, he would act according to his own capabilities—if he could, he would; if he couldn't, he couldn't. He wouldn't force himself; after all, one had to know their own limits.

"I want to take my daughter and come with you," Li Mei said.

Lin Fan laughed. "Oh, you mean you want to move to my apartment complex, right? I can certainly help with that. My complex is an older one that's always renting out units; the price isn't high, only one or two thousand a month."

"If you really need it, I can go ask the agent for you. I'm familiar with the owner of that agency."

At this moment.

The room was very quiet.

Li Mei stared at Lin Fan, dumbfounded, her train of thought completely derailed.

She had an inexplicable feeling.

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