Without giving it any time to think, he sprinted towards the small supermarket, bag on his back.
Clutching the hammer, even if the supermarket was locked, it would be enough to smash the glass.
Thinking of the snacks and drinks on the shelves, his mouth watered, and his pace quickened unconsciously.
"Hehehehe!"
Suddenly, a piercing laugh echoed from the side.
He looked up, only to see the branches swaying slightly beside the road, as if something was hidden.
Before he could see clearly, a dark figure had already swooped down from the tree!
The short zombie leaped onto his shoulder with pinpoint precision, its claws gripping his clothes tightly.
He panicked, flailing his body and swinging the hammer at his shoulder: "Get out of my way! Get out of my way!"
But the zombie was as nimble as a monkey and possessed terrifying strength.
His haphazard swing of the hammer couldn't reach it, and instead, its claw pierced his arm.
"Ah!!"
The pain made his arm limp, and the hammer fell to the ground with a clang.
"Hehe!"
The zombie let out an excited, shrill laugh, its claws tearing furiously at his shoulders and neck, its eyes gleaming with a sickly light.
It seemed as if torturing its prey brought it greater pleasure than consuming it.
...
From behind the eighth-floor window, Luo Yi narrowed his eyes at the diminutive zombie below.
[Name: Monkey]
[Trait: Pounce]
[Level: E]
[Pounce]: Specializes in ambush prey from a height, stalking its prey until it dies.
While repulsive in appearance and possessing insidious abilities, it's only a low-level E-type mutant.
Luo Yi weighed the axe in his hand; it was more than enough to deal with this kind of creature.
He quietly pushed the door open and exited.
When he arrived downstairs, the "monkey" was feasting on the owner's corpse.
The beast was clever; it didn't rush to convert its prey into its own kind. Instead, it eagerly lifted its skull and shoved the warm brain into its mouth.
Seeing its disgusting, intoxicated expression, Luo Yi gripped the door handle with his left hand while his right gripped the axe handle.
Rong Wanqi had actually discovered this thing a few days ago.
That night, when she heard the brothers scream, she'd been peeking through the window and happened to witness the monster's entire crime.
So, upon hearing that familiar, eerie laugh, Luo Yi immediately rushed to the window to confirm.
"Squeak!"
The door opened a crack, and the monkey's blood-stained face suddenly lifted up.
The moment their eyes met, Luo Yi knew that at this distance, even the same level of camouflage was useless.
"Hehehe!"
The zombie's bloody mouth opened wide, and sticky saliva mixed with brain matter dripped onto the ground.
The monkey stared at Luo Yi greedily, then suddenly swallowed the unfinished brains whole and wiped its blood-stained claws on the corpse.
Luo Yi slammed the door shut and noticed that the surrounding zombies had all retreated. It seemed this beast was quite intimidating.
The monkey leaped from the corpse, hopping twice on the spot like an excited baboon.
Seeing that Luo Yi stood still instead of fleeing, it became even more excited, leaping towards him.
"Huh? Instead of running away, you're throwing yourself at me?" Luo Yi sneered, weighing the axe in his hand.
In the monkey's eyes, this fool was simply courting death!
It ran faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye, it was within Luo Yi's telekinetic range.
Of course, this distance was also the perfect range for it to launch a killing attack!
It suddenly leaped up, but instead of lunging directly at Luo Yi, it nimbly dove up a roadside tree, hiding itself in the dense foliage.
Also an E-level mutant, this monkey was far more formidable than the zombie dog.
However, zombie dogs always appeared in packs, making them a more threatening threat.
Luo Yi looked up at the large tree in the community, his eyes searching through the dense shadows.
The monkey deliberately shook the branches, causing the entire tree to rustle, making it impossible to discern its true location.
But this trick couldn't fool Luo Yi; he had already locked onto the dark figure darting through the branches.
"Hehehehe!"
A piercing cry, like a hoarse roar, followed by the shadowy mass swooping down from the tree!
Its speed was astonishing, and without prior knowledge of its location, an ordinary person would have had no time to react.
But alas...
"Swish!"
The black axe blade whirled through the air, precisely bisecting the monkey in mid-air!
Its hideous face was frozen in terror, its two halves flying forward a short distance due to inertia before crashing heavily to the ground.
Even stranger, as if grasped by an invisible hand, the axe suddenly defied the laws of physics and stopped in mid-air, then spun back into Luo Yi's grasp.
The terrifying power of telekinesis goes beyond simply throwing objects.
This ability was more like an absolute domain with a five-meter radius centered on Luo Yi.
Within this range, objects controlled by his telekinesis were completely unconstrained by the laws of physics. They could stop and turn at will, even gravity had to stand aside.
However, the operation was quite laborious. Currently, he could only make objects turn sharply two or three times; any more would cause him to lose control.
But Luo Yi firmly believed that as he leveled up, he would unlock even more perverse abilities.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host on your first kill of a monkey, receiving an E-level special treasure chest.]
[Keep going, host! Kill one more E-level zombie and you'll level up!]
Luo Yi slowly wiped the blade of his axe with a rag.
With the monkey dead, the zombies roaming around began to stir again.
He casually flung the blood-soaked rag at a zombie's face, watching it fumble and tug at it, then turned and walked away.
"Whoosh!"
A steel nail flashed out of thin air, piercing the zombie's eye socket with pinpoint accuracy before returning to Luo Yi's palm before a spray of blood erupted.
...
The fourth day of the apocalypse.
For many survivors, today was a life-or-death moment.
Drinking only water and no food for three or four days straight would be too much for even the strongest of hearts.
Those who had survived on stockpiles were probably running low on rice.
It was time to take a gamble and fight for their lives.
In reality, as long as you take precautions, travel in groups, and choose to go out when the midday sun is at its most intense, these zombies aren't that scary.
But the problem is, how can a hungry person maintain the energy to remain calm and observe?
Let alone muster the courage to rush out?
Luo Yi also chose this time to go out.
He had a long walk today, and with no certainty about the zombie variants, daytime was always safer than night.
Rong Wanqi, standing nearby, was stretching in black stockings. Her long, straight thighs and round, plump hips kept Luo Yi's heart racing.
Tian Yuqing, wearing yoga pants and a sports bra, practiced boxing. She needed to be fully energized and energetic to face each day of the apocalypse.
Without Luo Yi, she had to protect their little home for him.
Luo Yi knew he couldn't stand it any longer. To keep his body in peak condition, a pre-departure workout could very well cost him his life. Luo Yi set off on his motorcycle, his first stop being a gas station on the way to the Xu family estate.
The station wasn't too big, and he estimated the tanks held about 60 cubic meters of gasoline.
One cubic meter equals 1,000 liters. Even running the family generator at full capacity, it only burns one or two liters per hour, so that's enough to last a long time.
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. The motorcycle sped along the empty suburban highway.
Compared to the crowded old town, the road leading to the Xu family estate was wide and quiet, making it much more convenient for errands.
Speaking of gains, the E-rank treasure chest Rong Wanqi opened last night was a real steal.
Inside was a
complete radio system! Ten walkie-talkies, including a small base station.
Xiao Ai said the base station had a 50-kilometer coverage area, allowing for perfectly encrypted communication.
Luo Yi tucked the signal tower into his own space. Now the signal followed him wherever he went.
He'd thought it was good enough to get a weapon from an E-rank treasure chest, but he hadn't expected something this good. He'd have to be more attentive when opening treasure chests in the future!
"Xiao Ai, could a treasure chest even contain a shelter?" Luo Yi asked half-jokingly.
[Hmm~ According to the host, to some extent.]
Luo Yi's hands trembled, nearly sending his motorcycle flying. He quickly slowed down, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Is there really such a thing?!"
[Hmm, the host misunderstood~]
[I meant the treasure chest would contain supplies related to shelters. After all, this is the Doomsday Overlord System. If you can't even help the host build a decent survival base, what kind of Overlord are you?]
This made sense, and Luo Yi listened, feeling even more hopeful about the future.
But as he approached the gas station, his brows furrowed, he slowly turned off the engine and put the motorcycle into his space.
There was someone at the gas station.
As expected, nothing comes easy. How could things be so smooth?
Due to excessive "freedom" and the prevalence of zero-dollar purchases, the gas station here wasn't fully open like in Luo Yi's previous life. Instead, it was surrounded by a fence.
While the fence wasn't high enough to protect against ruthless individuals, it was more than enough to keep out ordinary zombies at this stage.
Luo Yi then realized that this place was, after all, a ready-made shelter.
As he approached the gas station, he found the gate securely chained from the inside.
Two men at the doorway, cigarettes in their mouths, were leisurely "zombie fishing."
They used bamboo poles to hold rotten meat over the railings, deliberately holding them high, attracting the two zombies below to reach for it.
This scene immediately made Luo Yi label this group: well-stocked, well-mannered, and incredibly daring.
After all, anyone who dared to play such a trick on zombies was definitely not an ordinary survivor.
Compared to the timid mob in the neighborhood, this group clearly had more skills.
Luo Yi's eyes rolled, and he retracted his axe into space. He deliberately rolled twice on the ground, making himself covered in dust.
He figured: If these people were reasonable, maybe they could be recruited or even cooperated.
If they had evil intentions... then this would be a perfect opportunity to wipe out their lair and eliminate any future trouble.
As he reached the gas station entrance, pretending to be in a state of disarray, one of the men smoking nudged his companion with his elbow. The
man holding the bamboo pole immediately retracted his "fishing pole," grabbed a machete leaning against the railing, and stabbed a zombie through the iron bars.
The man who first spotted Luo Yi grabbed a homemade spear.
This weapon was far more sophisticated than the crude spear Luo Yi had tinkered with before, and it was incredibly accurate when it came to stabbing zombies.
Their clean and efficient movements showed that they were already well versed in killing zombies through the bars.
The corpses scattered outside the fence were proof of this.
Seeing Luo Yi's cowering expression, the two men exchanged a smile, unfastened the chain, and emerged.
The man with the machete wore a leather jacket and was a stocky figure, appearing to be in his early forties.
The shorter man holding the spear beside him had a head that looked disproportionately large, like a walking lollipop.
"Hey, little bro, are you lost?"
the man in the leather jacket grinned, revealing a few yellowed teeth.
Luo Yi shrank back timidly. "Big bro, do you have any food here?"
His large, innocent eyes blinked, reminiscent of a naive college student.
The two men exchanged glances, then, one on each side, flanked Luo Yi and led him into the gas station.
After the chain lock snapped shut, the shorter, larger-headed man leaned over and asked, "Hey, where are you from?"
Luo Yi shrank back and pointed toward the nearby residential complex.
"I, I came from over there... I was so hungry that I thought of coming out to find something to eat..."
He swallowed his saliva cooperatively as he spoke, looking like an unlucky student who had been hungry for several days.
"Hey, you're lucky!"
The short man patted Luo Yi's shoulder, and his big head shook.
"Everyone calls me Big Head." He poked his round head with his finger.
"My name is Luo Yi..." He answered in a low voice, his eyes timidly moving between the two of them.
The man in the motorcycle suit grinned: "Just call me Abao."
He deliberately lowered his voice to tease Luo Yi, "If you want to call Abao Uncle... I don't mind either."
Datou and Abao exchanged a glance, and Abao led Luo Yi toward the convenience store.
Luo Yi secretly surveyed the outpost: the sturdy walls, the ample gas tanks, and the sizeable convenience store made it an ideal refuge.
He then remembered that last night, when he and Rong Wanqi were discussing the location, he had been so focused on the convenience of storage space that he had overlooked such a readily available location as the gas station.
Luo Yi was quietly observing his surroundings. Abao, despite his fierce appearance, was surprisingly talkative.
"Come on, I'll take you to meet our Brother Long,"
he explained as they walked. "I forgot to mention, we're all motorcycle enthusiasts, and our average age is over 40."
"Brother Long owns this gas station. We were drinking here the other night when we ran into that damn light..."
"So...are there any brothers..." Luo Yi hesitated.
"Oh, forget it," Abao's face darkened.
"There were nearly twenty of us originally, and after drinking, many of us ran out to see the light, only to lose consciousness..."
"We woke up the next day and watched our old brothers become horrible!" he spat fiercely.
Luo Yi keenly grasped the key point: "Those zombies didn't attack you while you were sleeping?"
"That's strange." A Bao scratched his head.
"Brother Long woke up first, noticed something was wrong with some of the brothers, and quickly woke everyone up."
"At first, we couldn't bring ourselves to do it... Fortunately, Brother Long was decisive, otherwise, who knows what would have happened." Luo Yi's mind raced: Could it be... the zombies mutated this morning?
He remembered that he, too, had fallen asleep in the white light, and those not directly exposed to it might have been less affected and woken up earlier.
The sheer number of cars fleeing the streets that first morning made sense.
If the zombies had mutated in the middle of the night, far fewer would have survived.
As Luo Yi pondered this information, A Bao flung open the convenience store door.
A gust of stagnant air, a mixture of cigarette smoke and instant noodles, hit him.
In the dim light, several unshaven middle-aged men sat around a folding table, playing cards, their ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts.
In the back, in an executive chair, a burly man clung to a half-smoked cigarette, squinting as he played Happy Candy Crush on his phone. He looked like he'd just woken up.
The gas station's generator hummed.
The least of their worries here was fuel, since they were responsible for distributing the entire tank farm.
"Brother Long, I found a lost kid on the street," Abao shouted with a grin.
As soon as he finished speaking, all the men in the store cast their gazes over to him, scanning Luo Yi like searchlights.
The burly man known as Brother Long slowly raised his head, exhaled a smoke ring, and squinted at Luo Yi.
"Hey, Abao, where did you pick up this little guy?"
Brother Long took a deep drag on his cigarette and casually stubbed the butt into the ashtray.
"He was just wandering around the neighborhood. He said he was starving."
"Starving?"
Brother Long grinned, squinting his eyes as he examined Luo Yi from head to toe, then tossed over a bag of food.
Luo Yi quickly caught it and pretended to wolf it down.
Taking advantage of this, Zhang Long dragged Abao a few steps to the side.
After hearing the story, Zhang Long lit another cigarette, glanced at Luo Yi, and lowered his voice, "Look at this kid, he looks so healthy! He doesn't look like he's been hungry for days."
Ah Bao, always helpful, finally realized what was happening. Turning around, he took a closer look and saw that Luo Yi was indeed in good spirits.
"We don't need a snack here, but Ah Bao, in these times, it's always better to be vigilant."
Zhang Long puffed out a smoke ring and lowered his voice. "Stay alert at night. What if this guy comes with accomplices and breaks down the door?"
When they returned, Luo Yi had already devoured his snacks, not even a drop of his drink.
He hadn't eaten in the morning and had planned to buy gas at the gas station before breakfast, but now he had just filled his stomach.
Although Ah Bao pretended to be nonchalant, Luo Yi noticed that his expression was noticeably tense, and there was a hint of wariness in his eyes.
It seemed that Zhang Long had just said something to him.
This kind of businessman who has been running a gas station for many years has seen a lot of people. Naturally, he is more experienced and has a sharper eye than a straightforward motorcycle uncle like Abao.
Luo Yi offered to help with the cleaning. Zhang Long nodded in agreement and asked Abao to take him to get a broom and mop.
Taking the opportunity to clean, Luo Yi observed the gas station inside and out.
There were many motorcycles parked in front of the convenience store, each of them was well-maintained and had a stylish appearance.
His quick hands and feet made Abao gradually let down his guard.
Only Zhang Long never relaxed. He sat by the window and followed him all the time.
Not long after, Luo Yi found a locked door in the back room of the convenience store.
"Brother Bao, does this need to be cleaned?"
"No." Abao waved his hand. "That's the basement. No one usually goes in there."
Luo Yi nodded, put the cleaning tools back in the bathroom, and washed his face to wake himself up.
He knew, of course, that gas station tanks were usually buried underground, and for easy maintenance, a basement was usually built.
If he really needed to get a large amount of gasoline and diesel, he could just go down and move it, but now wasn't the time to do that.
Luo Yi deliberately avoided the basement, not even glancing at it. He casually found a book and sat in a corner to read.
As the sky darkened, everyone in the room began to feel sleepy. Even Zhang Long, who had been tense all the time, couldn't help but yawn.
Except for Zhang Long, who slept in the lounge in the inner room, everyone else had to sleep on the floor in the outer room.
As the group took off their shoes, the room was immediately filled with the sour smell of feet, which almost made Luo Yi faint.
"Brother Bao, don't you guys wash before going to bed?" Luo Yi asked, pinching his nose.
"These days, you can't even say whether you'll live to see tomorrow, so why bother with that?"
A Bao waved his hand nonchalantly, collapsed onto the mat, and was snoring in the blink of an eye.
Luo Yi dozed off, only for Xiao Ai to wake him promptly at two in the morning.
"Host, time to get up and get to work!"
Xiao Ai's voice exploded like a thunderclap in his head, jolting Luo Yi awake from his deep sleep, his heart pounding.
The room was pitch dark, and he could only barely make out a small area around him, but that was enough.
He climbed quietly to his feet, listening carefully to make sure everyone around him was sound asleep. Then, crouching low, he groped his way to the lounge door.
He pressed his ear to the door, listening for a moment for the steady snoring within, then quietly moved to the basement door.
With a soft click, the door unlocked.
Luo Yi dove inside and sprinted down the stairs.
Three massive oil tanks lay before him!
This was a second-tier gas station, each holding thirty cubic meters.
One tank of diesel and two tanks of gasoline—if they were all full, they would be enough for two thousand cars!
Although the tank wasn't full yet, Luo Yi wasn't greedy. After storing about 95% of the oil in the space, he even left some for the gas station staff.
Looking at the oil that was automatically sorted and neatly stacked in the corner of the storage space, Luo Yi couldn't help but marvel at the power of this space again.
There was no need to worry about different oils getting mixed up.
He had just locked the basement door and returned to the ground floor when he heard the panicked shouts of the night watchman outside.
Luo Yi rushed into the bathroom, pretending to have just finished using the toilet, and bumped into everyone who had rushed in after hearing the noise.
"What happened?" Luo Yi asked, rubbing his eyes.
Zhang Long also rushed out of the lounge, and Luo Yi keenly noticed that he was holding a golf club in his hand.
This club was indeed a handy weapon, especially the metal head. If you aimed it at a zombie's head and delivered a full-force blow, it would surely shatter it to pieces.
"Brother Long! There are a lot of zombies outside!" the night watchman's voice trembled.
Zhang Long, who even slept in his coat, immediately commanded everyone, "Grab your weapons!" and led the charge out of the convenience store.
Once outside, Luo Yi realized the situation was worse than he had imagined.
The gas station entrance was completely swarming with zombies, their roars and roars numbing his scalp. This situation was completely abnormal; zombies wouldn't gather in such numbers for no apparent reason.
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Luo Yi even suspected that the two night watchmen, bored and bored, had deliberately provoked the zombies and gotten away with it.
The men grabbed their weapons and rushed to the iron fence to start clearing out the zombies.
Fortunately, they were all brave and strong, and their attacks were quick and ruthless, taking down quite a few in a short time.
But Zhang Long soon realized something was amiss.
There were so many zombies that after the ones in front fell, the ones behind them simply stepped on their companions' bodies to climb up.
It would have been better if they hadn't killed them; killing them would have provided them with a ready-made ladder!
"Stop! Stop fighting!" Zhang Long shouted hurriedly.
Looking at the swarm of zombies baring their fangs and claws outside the railing, Zhang Long felt a chill in his heart.
The wall was only about 1.5 meters high, and even though it was topped with spikes, it was no match for these frenzied monsters.
Just now, a zombie nearly broke through, but he swung his club back fiercely.
"Brother Long, what do we do now?" A Bao leaned over and asked, his forehead dripping with sweat.
The others gradually realized what was happening, their faces growing increasingly grim.
If they continued to stay in the gas station, they would sooner or later be devoured by the zombies that broke in!
"Let's retreat!"
Zhang Long steeled his resolve, shouting at his men, "There are fewer zombies at the back door, let's drive out!"
"Brother Long, are you really giving up this place?" someone asked unwillingly.
"Meet at my house first, and if that doesn't work, we'll each find somewhere to hide,"
Zhang Long said, swinging his club at another zombie. "Now let's go back and grab the supplies, take as much as we can!"
Though these men were capable fighters, they were timid in the face of the surging zombies, each one sprinting towards the convenience store with red eyes.
Po suddenly grabbed Luo Yi and thrust a pair of keys into his hand. "Hey, buddy, can you ride a motorcycle?"
"Yes."
"That blue motorcycle, it's full of gas." Po patted his shoulder. "Stay with us!"
Luo Yi clutched the keys, but Po had already turned to scramble for supplies. In a life-or-death situation, everyone has to think for themselves.
While everyone else was scrambling for supplies, Luo Yi stood alone by the wall, his sharp gaze scanning the swarm of zombies.
Suddenly, his pupils constricted, and a sneer curled his lips.
"Found you!"
He had finally located the zombie in the hooded sweatshirt.
It was a Runner zombie, the last E-rank prey Luo Yi needed to upgrade.
In an open area, with its speed advantage, it would have been a difficult catch.
Unfortunately, now it was swarmed and unable to move, so it could only scramble futilely through the railing, trying to reach Luo Yi.
"I'll give you a quick death."
Before he could finish his words, a long spike appeared out of thin air and pierced its head.
Although flinging the spike by hand was faster, Luo Yi preferred this show-off method.
Shooting the spike directly from the storage space was a total stunt.
The only drawback was that it had to be manually retrieved after use. It would have been perfect if the spike could just fly back into the space.
With the zombie's fall, Luo Yi finally successfully advanced to Rank D.
[Ding! Congratulations! The host has reached Rank D. Your abilities have been enhanced, and you've gained the new skill "Telekinesis."]
[Name: Luo Yi]
[Stats: 183]
[Favorability: 60]
[Special Abilities: Psychic Power, Storage Space, Camouflage.]
[Level: D]
[Psychic Power]: Can manipulate two objects simultaneously (each weighing no more than 10 kg), with an effective range of 10 meters.
[Telekinesis]: Concentrate telekinesis to launch an attack, inflicting heavy damage to the target.
Two long spikes hovered silently at Luo Yi's sides. This upgrade not only allowed him to control more weapons simultaneously but also unlocked a powerful attack skill!
But that "huge damage" description...
tsk, the more vague the system's wording, the harder it is to control.
The sound of a motorcycle engine could be heard behind him. Luo Yi retreated into the shadows, blending completely into the night.
The range of his telekinetic attack was proportional to his level, exactly ten meters.
He locked onto a portly zombie.
Like a fighter jet's fire control system locking onto a target, his mental power locked onto it.
No matter how the zombie swayed, it couldn't escape this lock.
The moment he released his telekinesis, Luo Yi felt his brain go blank, and the suspended spikes clanged to the ground.
"Boom!"
An invisible shockwave ripped through the air, bending even the metal railings. The
zombie in front had its head blown off, and the aftermath even blew off half the head of the zombie behind it.
"Hiss..."
Luo Yi crouched down, clutching his temple. After a long pause, he squinted his eyes to survey the results of the battle.
This power... truly deserves the word "huge damage." An E-level zombie wouldn't be able to withstand it.
"Xiao Ai, how many D-level zombies do I need to kill to level up?"
[The host needs to kill 15 D-level zombies~]
"So many?" Luo Yi's brows knitted together.
"There aren't many high-level zombies to begin with. Where will I be able to fill the gap?"
[Host, don't worry~ The number of kills required won't necessarily increase as the level increases.]
Hearing this, Luo Yi felt a little more at ease.
He was most afraid that after reaching A-level, the system would suddenly ask him to kill a hundred or eighty zombies of the same level. Wouldn't that turn the whole world upside down?
"Xiao Ai, by the way, what's the highest level you can reach?"
[Secretly telling the host, S-level isn't the end! And... B-level monsters have already appeared in this world! But they're far away from the host, so don't worry for now~]
"B-level monsters?!"
Luo Yi's pupils shrank. "It's only the fifth day, right? Even monsters of this level have appeared?"
He suddenly thought of something, and his face turned very ugly.
"Will there be some SSS-level zombie king in the future, the kind that can fly high and low?"
[Poof~ The evolution of zombies also has to follow basic rules! No matter how strong a monster is, it's only physically strong, it's not that exaggerated~]
Luo Yi bent down to pick up the two long spikes that had fallen, thinking to himself: This telekinetic attack really can't be used as a regular skill, it has to be saved as a trump card.
Just like when Ultraman fights, who will use the ultimate move right at the start? What if
you fail to kill the opponent in seconds, and you flash the red light first, then you're done for, right?
The roar of the engine came from the back door, and the uncles evacuated
one after another on motorcycles. Luo Yi easily climbed over the fence, and his figure flashed and merged into the group of corpses.
In an abandoned building not far away, several young men in exaggerated motorcycle suits were watching every move of the gas station with binoculars.
"Boss! Those old guys are finally gone!"
"Let me see."
A young man with yellow hair walked over and snatched the binoculars.
After confirming the situation, he cracked a sly grin, "It's our turn! Brothers, grab your weapons, and proceed to Plan A!"
"Woohoo!"
"Ahhh! Charge!"
A group of young men with colorful hair screamed excitedly as they rushed down the stairs.
Their "Wild Fire" motorcycles were garishly painted, completely different from the retro style of the older men.
The most outrageous thing was that these guys didn't care about the noise when they turned the accelerator, not even a thought about attracting zombies. Several young men with dyed yellow hair, clutching strings of firecrackers, stalked the zombie horde.
They deftly lit the firecrackers and flung them far away, the crackling explosions immediately drawing the zombies away.
Taking advantage of this gap, another group drove straight to the back door of the gas station, rushed inside, and began stuffing supplies into their bags.
Unnoticed, a man in a black tracksuit was observing the entire situation from the zombie horde.
Luo Yi stared at the exploding firecrackers, wondering: These little bastards are quite resourceful.
Maybe they were the reason the zombies gathered here earlier.
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: The most dangerous people in the world are these half-grown little shakers.
They're more energetic than adults, yet act without thinking, possess a strong desire for destruction, and are incredibly daring.
Luo Yi thought of the gangster he knew in his past life. Wasn't he a tough one?
He oversaw several gangs, his underlings driving him around whenever he went out, ready to attack anyone he disliked.
But before he could even be dealt with by the uncle in the hat, he was suffocated to death one night by a group of middle school students with a steel pipe.
To his death, the gang never understood how he'd fallen at the hands of a bunch of kids he'd never taken seriously.
The reason they attacked the gang leader was simple: pure show-off.
"Look! We even took down a big boss!"
They hadn't intended to kill anyone, but the youngsters were reckless, completely unaware that a steel pipe to the head could kill.
As a result, a former underworld boss fell prey to a few youngsters.
So, these Ghost Fire boys are far more dangerous than those older bikers!
And don't even count on them.
Luo Yi, mingling among the zombies, watched with apathy as they looted supplies and then rumbled onto their Ghost Fire motorcycles in front of an unfinished building.
He knew the building; the developer had abandoned it when their funding ran out.
But calling it an "unfinished building" was based on the standards of his previous life, Dragon Country.
In this world, it was common for a real estate project to take over a decade
. The light rail line in Shencheng had been under construction for nearly twenty years, and it was still surrounded by construction fences.
These guys were quite clever, using a makeshift wall to keep the zombies out.
They even closed the main door tightly after entering, even hanging curtains to block the gaps.
Luo Yi nodded in agreement. They were indeed smart.
But the more they acted, the more dangerous they were.
These lunatics with both brains and action were much more difficult to deal with than simply reckless men.
After confirming their lair, Luo Yi took his time.
He found a bungalow near the gas station to stay, planning to check out the Xu family estate first and then deal with these guys later.
...
The sound of birdsong in the early morning awoke Luo Yi.
He rubbed his eyes drowsily, then suddenly realized the source of the sound and sat up with a start.
A strange phone sat on the bedside table, its alarm ringing relentlessly.
Luo Yi reached out and turned it off, then checked the battery—only 8%. This little gadget was resilient, still on duty even in the apocalypse.
Last night, when he'd come in the dark, he'd dispatched three zombies roaming the house and dumped the bodies in the hallway.
Lying in bed, he chatted with two girls on the intercom for a while, then drifted off to sleep.
With the mindset of "since I'm here now," Luo Yi tucked his phone away, hoping it might come in handy someday.
Outside the window, the unfinished building across the street lay silent, its night owls likely still catching up on some sleep.
Luo Yi tiptoed away, walking a distance before retrieving his motorcycle.
As he climbed onto the bike, he habitually glanced at the date, his heart suddenly tensing. In just over ten days, it would be the full moon night again.
Every time on this day, his mother would video call him.
She always told him how, exhausted as she was on the night he was born, she'd looked up at the full moon outside the window, and she'd felt a sense of peace.
My mother had originally wanted to name him "Luo Yue," but Grandpa flatly rejected it,
saying it sounded too feminine. The old man was a bit of a son-in-law, having resigned himself to his fate after having two daughters. Unexpectedly, he was overjoyed to finally have his first grandson in his later years.
The old man had held Luo Yi in his arms, his wrinkles stretched out in a smile. "Our boy will definitely have a great future!"
The thought of this made Luo Yi's face curl up unconsciously beneath his helmet.
He slammed the accelerator, feeling the exhilarating rush of wind, his resolve to reunite with his mother and aunt grew stronger.
The road conditions gradually improved, and in less than half an hour, a magnificent manor appeared before their eyes.
The gate of the Xu family manor was exceptionally unique. Xu Jiazhi, this old fox, valued privacy above all else.
While other houses had two pillars and a wrought iron gate, he went all out, building a two- or three-story gatehouse.
The towering towers on either side resembled watchtowers, and the ground-floor security room was fitted with reinforced double-layer aluminum glazing.
In the center stood two dark metal doors, leading to a spacious foyer. Further inside, one had to pass through a three-meter-high electric sliding door.
"No wonder Sister Wanqi said this place feels like a prison..." Luo Yi muttered to himself.
Now he understood: Xu Jiazhi had likely built this place to prison standards.
What surprised him most was that the manor's gates were actually open.
Luo Yi was already standing in the foyer, surrounded by an eerie silence.
This situation was indescribably eerie.
The hall was eerily clean, not even a trace of blood on the floor, completely surprising Luo Yi.
Perhaps due to its remote location, the other survivors hadn't even considered it, making it a kind of "paradise."
In the front yard, over twenty uniformed zombies wandered aimlessly.
These zombies, once servants of the Xu family, remained trapped within the manor even after death.
The gate was open, yet they refused to even take a single step outside.
Luo Yi squinted his eyes and counted. Without his camouflage skills, just dealing with this horde of zombies would be a real hassle.
The entire manor was meticulously laid out: the grand main house faced the main gate, flanked by two small high-rise buildings, presumably servant quarters.
On the far left, there was a large two-story bungalow, though its purpose remained unclear.
Strangely, aside from the main house's closed gate, all the other doors were open.
What surprised Luo Yi even more was that the black metal door, which was supposed to be powered by electricity, was actually still powered!
The subtle sound of electricity from the power grid was particularly clear in the silent manor.
Luo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked around.
Was the power still on in this place, or had the people inside started the backup generator?
If the latter, it would probably take some effort later.
He had already made up his mind to take over this manor, he just hoped that the residents inside would be sensible and not cause him trouble.
The ordinary zombies in the yard were no match for him, and they were easily dealt with with a single swing of the long spike.