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

In the blink of an eye, the smugness on everyone's faces froze, leaving only blankness and fear.

Zombies react much faster than living people!

Their minds are filled only with the instinct to eat. As soon as the obstacle in their way disappears, they roar and pounce forward!

The horde of corpses behind Shenhe split up automatically like flowing water, surging into the gym lobby along both sides of his body without even touching him.

He was just toying with these people, letting them float to the highest point first, and then personally kicking them into the abyss of despair. To be honest, it felt pretty good.

He felt no guilt whatsoever about killing these people. If he hadn't arrived in time, Lin Xingran would have died at their hands long ago, and Lin Zhien would have met a terrible end as well.

The zombie at the forefront immediately locked onto Ma Qingyuan.

It's his own fault for deliberately leaning forward to make threats to Shenhe just to show off. Now that he's closest to the horde of zombies, he's walked right into their line of fire.

The zombie was still more than two meters away from him when it leaped up with its feet and lunged at his face with its foul-smelling mouth open.

Ma Qingyuan stared at the oncoming zombies, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

"Die!!"

He roared, his expression turning ferocious, and with both hands gripping one end of the barbell, he swung it high and slammed it down hard on the zombie in mid-air.

He had practiced martial arts for many years and was full of strength. This swing landed solidly on the zombie, sending it flying backward and causing half of its shoulder to collapse.

Having just knocked one away, he gripped the barbell and swung it high, smashing it down hard on the head of the next zombie. With a "thud," he shattered the skull, and the zombie collapsed to the ground, its body limp.

He can barely hold on for a while, but the others are in real trouble.

Before some people could even react, they were pounced on by the zombies that rushed in. Then, three or four zombies swarmed them, pinning them to the ground and tearing at their flesh. Their screams were barely out of their mouths before being choked back down.

"Aa ...

Some panicked and dropped the equipment they were carrying, not caring that the other end would smash into their companions' feet. They screamed and ran wildly towards the stairwell, leaving the person with the broken leg to wail in place, only to be swallowed up by the horde of zombies in the blink of an eye.

One by one, people were tackled, torn apart, their arms and legs snapped, and their bellies ripped open by sharp claws.

The gym lobby had become a living hell, with blood splattered all over the walls and equipment. The strong smell of blood spread with the wind, which only fueled the zombies behind them, making them even more frenzied. More and more figures squeezed through the door and surged upstairs in a huge swarm.

Before long, the shrill screams of men and women came from upstairs, but after a few screams, they fell silent.

Because there were too many zombies, long weapons were impossible to wield effectively. Ma Qingyuan threw away his bar and, relying on his years of Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) skills, struggled to hold on amidst the horde of zombies.

Several pieces of flesh had been bitten off his body, and his tracksuit was soaked in blood, but his eyes were red as he stared intently at the Shen River not far away. Suddenly, he grabbed a zombie as a shield and charged desperately toward the Shen River.

The zombies around him grabbed and tore at him, but he didn't care at all. Even if he died, he would drag Shenhe, the "mutated zombie" who had harmed him, down with him.

Unfortunately, no matter how ruthless the idea, it couldn't withstand the sheer number of zombies.

Surrounded by densely packed zombies, he couldn't break through even half a step and was trapped in place, being devoured by the surrounding zombies.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the direction of the Shen River with resentment until his death. Surrounded by the horde of corpses, he stood still, without even a chance to fall, and was devoured to a bloody pulp.

Only after his flesh had been completely devoured did he collapse to the ground with a thud, pushed and shoved by several zombies.

In less than twenty minutes, only the soft crunching of zombies gnawing on bones remained in the hall.

Shenhe glanced at the map and saw that he was the only golden dot around him, while the rest were densely packed red dots.

He flipped his right hand, and the Suwen Flowing Light appeared in his palm, the tip of the spear reflecting the blood and exuding a cold aura.

"Now it's my turn."

He carried his spear to Ma Qingyuan's corpse, where several zombies were gnawing on the remaining flesh around the bones.

Ma Qingyuan's entire face had been gnawed away, his features were no longer recognizable, only his head remained, which had somehow become a zombie, facing Shenhe's mouth as if it wanted nothing more than to devour him alive to vent its anger.

Shenhe stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "Thank goodness this is a zombie apocalypse. If it were a bizarre apocalypse, with Ma Qingyuan's resentment, he would have turned into a vengeful ghost and haunted him every day."

No, he must be reduced to ashes to prevent him from coming back to cause trouble someday if something unexpected happens.

He gripped the butt of the gun barrel with his right hand and supported the middle of the gun with his left. The sharp tip of the gun was aimed at the back of the head of a zombie that was clinging to Ma Qingyuan's forearm and gnawing on it.

With a gentle push of the arm, a soft "plop" sound rang out, and the spear tip effortlessly pierced the skull.

The zombie stiffened and fell straight onto Ma Qingyuan's corpse. A red light and a white light entered Shenhe and Suwen Liuguang's bodies respectively.

【Suwen Liuguang - First Stage】

Kill Value: 2/1000

Shenhe glanced around. The room was full of zombies, enough to upgrade his gun to the next level, but he would have to stab them one by one, which would take some time.

He bent down, grabbed the zombie he had just stabbed to death by the collar, and casually tossed it aside, knocking down several zombies that had come closer.

Taking advantage of a break, he quickly squeezed into the empty space next to Ma Qingyuan's corpse. There was no other way; he was surrounded by zombies, and he was practically standing in a pile of corpses, shoulder to shoulder with them.

After squeezing in, he raised his right hand and aimed it at Ma Qingyuan's head, his pupils lighting up with a dark blue light, while his palm released a chilling aura.

[Skill: Extreme Cold Dragon Breath] Activated!

A fist-thick blue-white column of air shot out from his palm, its edges swirling with tiny ice crystals, and the air seemed to freeze wherever it passed.

Extremely cold air sprayed onto Ma Qingyuan's head, and his head frosted and hardened at a visible speed, turning into a lump of translucent ice crystals in the blink of an eye.

Shenhe moved his palm, and the cold air swept from head to toe, freezing the entire skeleton into an ice crystal skull.

The icy air sealed off the smell of blood. The surrounding zombies, unable to detect the odor, gradually lost their target and scattered unsteadily, following the main group as they climbed upstairs.

Shenhe finally had some space around him.

He stopped, looked at his masterpiece, and suddenly stomped hard on the ice crystal's head.

With a crisp "crack," the frozen skull shattered into a pile of icy powder, the chill spreading outwards along with the fragments.

The ice-type ability is indeed powerful enough to freeze a hard skull into something like shards of glass.

He picked up his gun and used the tip to chip away at the ice sculpture, breaking it into tiny fragments. Only when the ice shards began to melt slowly did he finally relax.

It can't mutate again now, can it?

After dealing with Ma Qingyuan, Shenhe turned his attention to the throng of zombies huddled around him.

After a few seconds of searching, he selected a fat zombie with a round head, reached out with his left hand, grabbed it by the back of its collar, and easily pulled it to his side.

The zombie was 1.85 meters tall and probably weighed 260 pounds, but in his hands it was like he was holding a chick. It looked down and roared at him with a bewildered expression, its limbs flailing wildly.

Shenhe brought his right hand to its face and unleashed the Extreme Cold Dragon Breath once more.

A burst of cold air erupted, enveloping its entire face.

Just one second after being touched, the zombie's movements began to stiffen; two seconds later, it was completely unable to move; and only three seconds later, the experience points jumped once.

Shenhe released his grip, and the fat zombie fell straight to the ground. Its head, frozen into an ice block, shattered into ice shards with a "crash" as soon as it hit the ground.

He then tried ice arrows, ice blades, and ice daggers on the surrounding zombies, with similar effects to the space blade.

Even with newly awakened superpowers, dealing with these ordinary zombies is more than enough. Ice arrows can easily pierce through skulls, and ice blades are probably sharper than Tang swords when cutting a zombie's neck. Moreover, the wound will be frozen instantly, and even the blood will stop flowing.

If someone gets bitten by a zombie and needs amputation, this ice blade is a good thing. It's sharp and can freeze the wound to stop the bleeding, killing two birds with one stone.

After testing the power of his ice-based abilities, Shenhe gripped his spear and began the repetitive task of mechanically stabbing zombies.

Although the process was tedious, watching the kill count progress bar on the gun slowly increase made it less hopeless.