He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

As for Zhao Lei, who was staring at him, all he could think about was how to get the kill as quickly as possible.

Sun Yi took a few steps forward, still holding the crossbow, but his posture had changed—before, he aimed as if facing a formidable enemy, but now he was casually playing cat and mouse.

He looked up at Yun Yi, his voice carrying a sense of superiority that came from someone who had been through it all:

"Brother, with your background, you were lucky to be born into a good family, weren't you?"

"The eldest son of Shenchuang Bio lives in a villa, drives luxury cars, and is pampered by servants since he was a child—he's living a pretty comfortable life, isn't he?"

He paused, then smiled.

"What a pity."

"He was born into such a good family; he must have been lucky to get where he is today."

The woman next to him laughed too, her laughter high-pitched and sharp, like fingernails scraping across a blackboard.

"Brother Sun, he's a young master, at least give him some face."

"Okay, I'll give you face."

Sun Yi slung the crossbow over his shoulder, his posture as casual as if he were strolling through the streets. "Young Master, leave your sister here and go on your own."

"We don't kill children, and we keep our word."

That's true, after all, there was a lone wolf nearby.

It's best to avoid taking action if possible.

silence.

Yun Yi stood on the rooftop, looking down at them.

The wind blew the hair on his forehead, revealing a pair of amber eyes.

He had no expression, or rather, he was calm—like watching three ants fighting at his feet, not worth getting emotional about.

Are you deaf?

Zhao Lei grew impatient, slammed the steel pipe into the ground, creating a small dent, and said, "Brother Sun is talking to you! Leave your sister here and get out!"

Yun Yi spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear on the empty street.

"Are you really reincarnators?"

Sun Yi was taken aback.

"Is there a problem?"

"How did people like you survive the newbie trials?"

When Yun Yi said this, there was no hint of sarcasm in his tone.

He found it really strange—the behavior of these people didn't seem like that of someone who had fought his way out of ten.

So, he was genuinely curious.

But it is precisely this ordinariness that is more jarring than any mockery.

Zhao Lei's face instantly turned red.

He had never been spoken to like that in any of his reincarnations.

He turned to look at Sun Yi, whose expression was also unpleasant.

But he didn't react; instead, he laughed—the kind of laugh that comes from someone whose tail has been stepped on but who is still trying to hold it in.

Yun Yi didn't say anything more.

He took a step forward.

It's not jumping, it's walking.

Walking down from the edge of the rooftop, on the vertical wall, my feet felt as if they were on flat ground, step by step, unhurried and gentle.

Scales protrude from the sole of the shoe and embed themselves in the brick joints. Each scale vibrates at a high frequency, pulverizing the concrete into powder, which then solidifies again with the next step.

Five floors, one second.

He stood in front of Sun Yi.

Before Sun Yi's smile had faded and before he could raise the crossbow, he only managed to utter two words: "You motherfucker—".

Yun Yi raised his hand.

It wasn't an attack; it was just a fleeting brush past.

His fingers brushed against Sun Yi's neck, as lightly as brushing away a speck of dust.

Scales popped out from the fingertips, pierced the skin, and released paralyzing toxins within 0.03 seconds.

Sun Yi's eyes widened, his body stiffened, and he fell straight down, hitting the ground with the back of his head, his glasses flying off.

Yun Yi walked past him and headed towards Zhao Lei.

Zhao Lei held the steel pipe halfway up, his mouth agape, the redness on his face still lingering.

He saw Yun Yi walking over and subconsciously took a step back—then he realized he couldn't back down, his feet were tangled in something.

Looking down, he saw a thin, transparent thread wrapped around his ankle, as fine as a hair, but no matter how hard he struggled, it wouldn't budge.

Yun Yi walked up to him, raised his hand, and tapped his forehead with his fingertip.

It wasn't very forceful, like flicking a glass bead.

But the scales vibrated at a high frequency, and Zhao Lei's skull was shattered with a small hole the instant it made contact, injecting the toxin. 0.3 seconds later, he crashed to the ground like a bag of cement.

That woman reacted the fastest.

The moment she saw Sun Yi fall, she turned and ran, throwing her utility knife on the ground and abandoning her backpack, her legs thrashing about like a windmill.

She ran into the alley, turned two corners, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her throat.

After running 300 meters, she stopped and leaned against the wall, panting.

Then she looked down and saw that there was one more shadow at her feet.

Yun Yi stood behind her, three steps away.

She had no idea when or how she caught up with him.

She opened her mouth as if to shout.

Yun Yi touched the back of her neck with his fingers.

She collapsed too.

Yun Yi turned around and walked back, his steps as unhurried as when he came.

When he returned to the street, Lu Ming was still standing on the rooftop, in the same squatting position, his mouth slightly open, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Yun Yi looked up at him.

"You just said you'd share one with me."

Lu Ming's mouth closed, then opened, then closed again.

He glanced at the three people lying on the ground—they were still breathing, not dead, but it was just a matter of whether they would die sooner or later.

"I……"

His voice was a little dry. "I take back what I said."

Yun Yi ignored him, walked behind the cardboard box, and squatted down.

Yun Nian held the ugly rabbit, sat up straight, and counted.

"...298, 299, 300."

She opened her eyes. "Brother, we've reached three hundred."

"Um."

"Let's go."

Yunyi carried her on his back and headed south.

Lu Ming jumped down from the rooftop, took two steps, and stopped ten meters away, not daring to get any closer.

Yun Yi carried Yun Nian south for three days.

In those three days, he killed thousands more zombies and collected over four hundred new genes.

But he noticed a change—there were fewer and fewer zombies.

They weren't all killed, they just left.

All the zombies were heading south, as if they were being pulled along by an invisible rope.

The further south you go, the denser the zombie population becomes, but the variety of zombies actually decreases.

The previously diverse range of mutations is narrowing, and all zombies are evolving in the same direction—faster, stronger, and with thicker exoskeletons.

This is the virus's screening mechanism at work.

Useless mutations are eliminated, while useful ones are retained and their iterations are accelerated.

Viruses know where they are evolving.

Or rather—someone is helping it choose its direction.

On the evening of the third day, they arrived at the southern suburbs of Linhai City.

The Shenchuang Biotechnology R&D Center is just three kilometers ahead; the black building looks like a giant tombstone in the setting sun.

But Yunyi did not continue walking.

He squatted on the roof of an unfinished building, looking down at the road below.

The road was full of zombies.

It's not the previous scale of a few hundred, it's tens of thousands.

They were densely packed together on the only road leading to the R&D center, standing motionless and facing the same direction.

Their bodies gleamed with a metallic sheen under the moonlight, and their backs were covered with bony plates, like a natural armor.

His arms had thickened, his fingers had turned into curved claws, and his nails were ten centimeters long, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

More importantly, they stopped making noise.

No shouting, no yelling, no making any sound.

Tens of thousands of zombies huddled together, as quiet as a graveyard.