Rise of the Wasteland in Cultivation

Before leaving the industrial park, the people probably packed up all the usable supplies and took them with them. Leng San searched the entire building and only found a bottle of "Dinghu Mountain Spring" in the basement. It was unopened and had long passed its expiration date, but it was still better than the C-grade clean water sold at the camp, so Leng San decisively took it.

Next, Leng San searched a nearby building, which should be the park's canteen. He found quite a lot, including two dozen cans of black bean fish and about five kilograms of smoked meat, which was vacuum-packed and should still be edible.

Leng San had found two trays of eggs in a refrigerator, but unfortunately they were all rotten and stank so badly they made one want to vomit. Some potatoes and sweet potatoes in the basket were also completely rotten and moldy; otherwise, Leng San would have liked to take them back to the camp to try planting them.

After ransacking the cafeteria, Leng San went to the infirmary. There were still quite a few medicines on the cabinet, mostly common medicines for colds and diarrhea, as well as antibiotics such as cephalosporins, penicillin, and cephalosporins.

Leng San didn't care whether they were expired or not, and swept them all into his backpack for future use.

By this time, the sun was already setting in the west, and Leng San had only searched about one-tenth of the park. Just as he was about to leave and come back the next day, a piercing scream suddenly came from afar.

Leng San's heart skipped a beat. The direction from which the scream came was the place where he had parked his Jialing motorcycle, which was also the building where he had killed the mutated two-headed dog.

——Hoot!

Another scream rang out, followed by a mutated zombie running out of the building, waving its bony hands and roaring to the sky, seemingly extremely angry.

Just then, Leng San arrived. Upon seeing the mutated zombie in front of him, his heart skipped a beat. Judging from its angry appearance, could the mutated two-headed dog he had killed be its pet?

This isn't surprising, though. The mutated zombie has evolved a certain level of intelligence, so it's plausible that the mutated two-headed dog was indeed its pet. No wonder so many scavengers have died here; it turns out this is the territory of a mutated zombie. Ordinary scavengers, no matter how strong their weapons, are no match for the mutated zombie, after all, this thing is too fast—it's practically a one-dimensional attack.

—Bang!

In that instant, the mutated zombie leaped off the ground and pounced towards Leng San with lightning speed.

Leng San quickly rolled to avoid the bone blade swung by the mutated zombie. At the same time, he gripped the Desert Eagle in his hand, raised his hand, and fired a shot that hit the mutated zombie squarely in the back.

The Desert Eagle is one of the most powerful handguns among many brands, with extremely strong recoil. This shot immediately created a bullet hole the size of a thumb in the back of the mutated zombie.

However, this had almost no effect on the mutated zombie. Attacking any part of its body other than its head was ineffective. It turned around and pounced on Leng San again, even faster than before.

Leng Sanjian raised an eyebrow, and then... bang bang bang...

He emptied the entire magazine of bullets in his Desert Eagle in one go, but this time he didn't hit a single bullet. The mutated zombie was jumping around like a flea, so fast that it left a series of afterimages and dodged all the bullets.

Wow, that insane jumping ability and movement speed! Scavengers below the level of Level 2 Gene Enhancement Warrior are truly helpless against it.

--roar!

The mutated zombie let out a low growl, as if it knew that Leng San's gun was out of bullets. It raised its head and bared its teeth, as if it were grinning maliciously, and approached step by step, its bony hands scraping against the ground with a grating sound.

Leng San remained calm and slowly retreated towards the Jialing motorcycle.

—Bang!

The mutated zombie pushed off the ground and leaped forward like a cannonball, crashing into Leng San, its sharp bone blade stabbing down towards his chest.

Leng San dodged with a quick step, and the mutated zombie missed its target, seemingly stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting the human to react so quickly and actually dodge its full-force attack.

Leng San took off his heavy backpack, took a two-foot-long machete from the woven bag next to the motorcycle, and then beckoned to the mutated zombie with a finger, his words full of provocation.

This mutated zombie had developed a certain level of intelligence and seemed to understand Leng San's provocation. It crossed its arms in front of its chest, roared to the sky, bent its legs, and once again pounced on Leng San like a cannonball.

More than three months ago, Leng San encountered the mutated zombie for the first time, and the oppressive feeling of that fear was still fresh in his memory. But now, he was not afraid at all. His strength as a level two gene-enhanced warrior was his confidence, not to mention that he had broken through to the first level of Qi Refining.

--when

Leng San swung his knife to block the bone blade of the mutated zombie.

Ding ding ding ding...

The mutated zombie waved its arms incessantly, like a sudden storm, but Leng San's movements were just as swift, managing to block all of its overwhelming attacks.

After fighting the mutated zombie for several minutes, Leng San had completely figured out its strength and tactics. Not wanting to waste any more time with it, he suddenly channeled his spiritual power into his cleaver.

A cold, bluish light flashed across the blade, and with a snap, the mutated zombie's incredibly hard bone blade was instantly severed.

The mutated zombie seemed to be stunned for a moment, staring at its severed hand with dead fish eyes. At this moment, Leng San seemed to see an expression of "incredulity" on the face of the zombie, and the scene was quite bizarre.

However, Leng San did not hesitate at all. He swung his machete with lightning speed, and the head of the mutated zombie flew high into the air. After landing, it rolled several meters away, and the remaining headless corpse crashed to the ground.

Leng San let out a soft sigh, wiped the filth off his machete, and then stuffed it back into his woven bag.

Don't be fooled by how easily he won; it actually took a lot of effort. Those last two strikes consumed almost a third of his spiritual power. If he had to face two mutated zombies at the same time, the outcome would have been hard to predict.

It was getting late, and it wasn't safe to stay any longer. Leng San quickly packed up the supplies he had gathered. Luckily, he had his motorcycle; otherwise, it would have been difficult to carry so much stuff.

Meanwhile, Leng San quickly packed everything up, started his motorcycle, and headed towards the industrial park gate. However, after circling around for a long time, he still couldn't find the gate!

Strange, what's going on?

Leng San had an excellent memory and rarely made mistakes in remembering the paths he had taken. However, when Leng San circled around for the third time and returned to the side of the mutated zombie he had killed, he finally realized that something was wrong.

Is this... a ghost maze? An illusion?

After pondering for a moment, Leng San immediately turned the car around and drove in the opposite direction. However, five minutes later, he returned to the starting point. The headless corpse of the mutated zombie lay there, its head several meters away, a very bizarre scene.

Leng San frowned, twisted the accelerator again, and drove past the corpse of the mutated zombie...

But no matter which direction he went, he would always end up next to the corpse of the mutated zombie. The gate to the industrial park seemed to have vanished into thin air. It was really weird!

However, Leng San refused to believe it. He drove his car to a section of the park's perimeter wall, jumped over it, and found that the other side of the wall was still part of the park. A Jialing motorcycle was parked next to the wall, and it was undoubtedly his original one, because all the supplies he had collected were still tied to it.

At this moment, Leng San finally felt a sense of anxiety. No wonder those scavengers wearing radiation protection suits died on the roadside. It turned out that they were not killed by mutated zombies, but were trapped here to die!

Leng San hurriedly ran to the roof of a building in the park and looked into the distance. He found that everything outside the wall was normal and the urban village in the distance was clearly visible. However, when he looked up at the sky, he found that there were two suns in the sky.

Leng San's heart sank. He had heard other scavengers in the camp say that after the nuclear war, the magnetic field in some parts of Earth became disordered, space was distorted, and folded space or independent space fragments were formed.

Could I have entered a folded space? Hmm, that's quite possible; even the sun in the sky has been folded into two!

At this moment, the light and shadow gradually changed, and the two suns in the sky were shifting westward, which meant that the sun was about to set and night was about to fall.

Suddenly, the body's fear of the dark surged back into its heart.

Leng San glanced down at his watch; the hands pointed to 4 p.m., and it would be dark in about two and a half hours. If he couldn't escape before dark, he would have to spend the night there.

Leng San quickly came down from the rooftop, restarted the Jialing motorcycle, and circled the industrial park again and again, trying to find a way out. Unfortunately, after an hour, he still had no clue.

Seeing that the two suns in the sky were about to set, Leng San decisively turned off the fire, picked up all the collected supplies, and went up to the building where he had killed the two-headed dog.

Since he couldn't get out, he had no choice but to spend the night here. He needed to make some preparations before sunset. Since this building was the territory of mutated zombies and two-headed dogs, other things probably wouldn't dare to come, so it should be relatively safe.

This time, Leng San didn't climb to the rooftop. Instead, he found a relatively clean room on the eighth floor, which, judging from the furnishings, seemed to be a conference room.

Leng San locked the meeting room door from the inside and drew all the curtains. Then, he bit his finger, channeled his spiritual power, and used his blood to draw a talisman to suppress the nightmare on the wall.

The Nightmare Suppression Talisman is the lowest-level talisman, with little offensive power, but it can scare away wandering ghosts. With Leng San's current Qi Refining Level 1 cultivation, he can't cast spells, nor can he draw high-level talismans, so that's about it.

After Leng San finished drawing the Nightmare Suppression Talisman, he began to sort through the weapons he had picked up. He loaded all the guns that were still usable and placed them within easy reach.

Once everything was ready, it was just as dark. Leng San sat cross-legged against the wall, meditating. The talisman for suppressing nightmares drawn on the wall seemed to shimmer with a cyan-red glow in the night.

—Roar roar roar

The roars of the horde of zombies rang out as expected, even more vivid and chilling than the one I heard while hiding in the rooftop water tank that night.