Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

"Bang—! Thud—!"

Deafening explosions rang out one after another, and Shenhe laid out a long row of firecrackers on the ground.

He lit the fuse and leisurely stepped back, waiting for this one to explode before strolling over to light the next one.

After setting off the firecrackers, he walked to the side of the street, found a step to sit down casually, and put the Floating Life Mask on his face.

In the blink of an eye, Shenhe transformed into Chi Rui's zombie form.

He looked around and, seeing that the zombies hadn't come after him yet, simply put his arms behind his head and lay down on the ground.

"Forehead……"

As soon as I lay down, I felt a heavy pressure on my chest.

No wonder Li Yuetong always sleeps on her side, never on her stomach or flat.

He lay there for a while, then closed his eyes to rest.

An hour later.

"Ho! Ho!"

A deep roar sounded in his ear. Shenhe opened his eyes and saw a guy wearing a gray plaid JK uniform standing above his head.

"That's so rude."

Shenhe reached out and grabbed its calf, lifting it up and pulling the zombie to the ground.

He stood up and looked around.

Looking around, the entire street was teeming with zombies; it felt like returning to my parents' home, with family members everywhere.

Shenhe slowly made his way through the horde of corpses to the edge of the area.

Because Chi Rui was petite and had a limited field of vision, he simply took out a stool from his storage space and placed it under his feet.

Standing on the bench, he glanced around and estimated that the horde of corpses numbered around two thousand, but this was just a rough estimate.

He had already cleared out a wave of zombies from the nearby streets with fire, so it was quite remarkable that so many had managed to regroup.

He raised his hand and waved it, and a large speaker for square dancing appeared out of thin air.

He fiddled with it for a bit, then pressed play.

Play!

"Can't you do music performances? Learn how to do them!"

"Brother, what are you doing? What are you doing?!"

……

The incredibly catchy and addictive song exploded through the streets teeming with zombies!

"Hohohohohohohohohohoho—!"

The zombies on the entire street were stunned at the same time, then quickly turned around in unison, staring intently at the direction from which the sound came, and bursting out frantic roars.

All the zombies were desperately pushing towards this side.

They had been starving for too long, and the commotion had triggered their bloodthirsty instincts.

Shenhe nodded in satisfaction, hoisted the large speaker onto his thin shoulders, and nimbly jumped off the bench.

He swayed his hips and walked towards the gym, keeping time with the brainwashing rhythm.

……

"La la li la li la la—!!"

"La la li la li la la—!!"

……

On the fifth floor of the gym, there is a dance studio.

This place was designated by Ma Qingyuan as a lookout point, and people took turns watching the outside every day.

At this moment, the man whose arm had been slashed by Lin Xingran's flying knife that morning was sitting by the window.

He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, staring listlessly at the empty street.

When there were zombies, he could occasionally throw a barbell downstairs to relieve his boredom; killing one would make him happy for half a day. But now, there wasn't a single ghost in sight outside.

The door was pushed open, and another man walked in while fastening his belt. He walked to the window, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced outside.

"Anything up? Give me one."

The injured man frowned at the smell emanating from him, fanned his nose in disgust, pulled a cigarette case from his pocket and handed it over, "There's nothing here, no one, no zombies."

The man who came in later took the cigarette case, skillfully lit one, put it in his mouth, and joked with a smile.

"Isn't it good that there are no zombies? Without zombies, I can live one more day, and one more day of fun means one more day of enjoyment."

This kind of life... I never dared to dream of before. If only a few more people could come... Hmm? Did you hear that?

He suddenly froze, as if he had caught a strange sound in his ear, and he turned his head to listen carefully.

The injured man vaguely heard something and reached out to open the window.

As soon as the window was opened, the incredibly rhythmic music poured in with crystal clarity.

"No no, no no no no..."

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously leaned out of the window and looked in the direction of the sound.

Upon seeing this, the two were so shocked that their jaws nearly dropped.

The cigarette dangling from their mouths slowly slipped from their lips and fell to the ground, but they were completely unaware.

On the street, a female zombie was carrying a black speaker that was larger than her body, from which loud disco music was coming from.

She swayed her body to the music as she walked forward. Although she couldn't keep up with a single beat, there was an inexplicable eeriness about her!

Behind her, swarms of zombies filled the entire street, following her like a tide, sometimes running, sometimes walking, relentlessly circling around her.

The most dangerous thing is that this strange group is very close to the gym where they are!

The two craned their necks to look down the street from the fifth floor, but they couldn't see the end of the horde of corpses at all.

They exchanged a trembling glance, swallowed hard, their faces showing fear and a deep regret that they hadn't had enough fun.

"This...this is the Corpse King?"

"N-I didn't know... Has it evolved that fast?"

"Isn't the Zombie King supposed to control zombies with mental power? How come he's using speakers?!"

"Never mind that! Go report to Brother Ma!"

The two of them scrambled around and rushed downstairs.

In fact, they didn't need to report it; Ma Qingyuan heard it himself.

As they drew closer to the Shenhe River, the chilling roars of the horde of corpses became no less terrifying than the brainwashing music.

"Damn it! *smack*!"

Ma Qingyuan glanced out the window, his face turning ashen, and then slapped himself hard across the face.

He should have trusted his instincts and left this awful place sooner! But because his wound was in so much pain, he was too lazy to move!

He clutched his wound, feeling cold all over, and rushed downstairs.

I rushed to the first floor and found that almost everyone was hiding at the corner of the stairs, staring nervously at the door. The more timid ones were trembling like leaves.

"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"

Ma Qingyuan roughly pushed through the crowd and squeezed to the front. He hid in the shadows of the stairs, only revealing one eye, staring intently at the commotion on the street.

"No no, no no no no, ..."

The music was fading away as the massive horde of corpses slowly passed by the gate, moving into the distance.

The zombies' bodies scraped against the glass door, making a constant ping-pong sound.

"Waaah..."

"Don't make a sound!"

"Xiaoyu, don't cry!"

Ma Qingyuan turned around impatiently, lowered his voice and shouted angrily, "Drag her away! Stop crying and whining here, do you have a death wish?"

Several women helped each other and hurriedly retreated upstairs.

Watching the group of people who had annoyed him leave, Ma Qingyuan growled at the remaining group in a low voice, clearly annoyed.

"What are you all standing there for! Go move your things! Block the doorway!"

"Okay, Brother Ma!"

"good!"

Seeing a group of people busily moving things, Ma Qingyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Many hands make light work, and plenty of firewood makes a bigger fire!

Soon, the entrance and lobby were filled with heavier fitness equipment such as treadmills and stair climbers.

Now, even if the zombies smash the glass door, they won't be able to climb over these obstacles.

Ma Qingyuan stared at the doorway, his heart finally half relieved, but his pupils contracted.

The music... has stopped!

The horde of zombies also stopped moving!