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

Hanzhou City Qinglan International Airport is one of the city's most prominent landmarks.

The silver-gray metal frame supports the streamlined glass dome, making the entire building resemble a giant silver bird lying on the ground. The reflective glass and silver-white metal panels are spliced ​​together to create sharp angles, giving it a futuristic and industrial feel.

Before the apocalypse, the terminal building was always brightly lit.

Beneath the dome, which is tens of meters high, the off-white marble floor is so shiny it reflects the interlacing light strips and the huge electronic screen overhead.

Flight information scrolls across the screen, passengers hurry by with their suitcases, the sound of wheels rolling on the ground mingling with gentle announcements, weaving together the vibrant atmosphere of the airport.

Flight attendants in navy blue uniforms marched by in formation, their scarves tied meticulously, their high heels clicking on the ground with a series of crisp, continuous sounds, creating a striking and vibrant splash of color in the crowd.

On the tarmac, silver-white passenger planes lined up along the taxiway, ready to soar into the sky and carry people on their journeys to distant places.

But on the day the end times came, all the noise and distant dreams shattered into nothingness.

This airport, which once handled tens of thousands of people every day, has been completely turned into a den of zombies.

The tarmac was no longer in neat rows; dozens of passenger planes were crookedly stuck between the taxiway and the jet bridge, most of them having taxied out of their positions but ultimately failing to take off.

Looking through the dusty porthole, you could see the shadowy figures of zombies standing in the cabin, all of whom were passengers and crew who hadn't had time to escape.

At the far end of the runway, the two collided passenger planes had long since been burned to charred steel frames.

One of the planes, broken in the middle, had its wrecked cabin exposed, revealing a zombie with its seatbelt still fastened, its face charred black and its limbs twisted, yet still roaring with its mouth open.

The terminal was completely silent.

The usual repetitive broadcasts and hurried footsteps were gone, leaving only the mournful sound of the wind whistling through the broken glass.

The marble floor of the waiting hall was covered with dark brown scabs of blood, patch by patch. The floor-to-ceiling windows were cracked like a spider web, stained with dried blood and bits of flesh.

The ground was littered with gnawed bones, and thousands of zombies filled every corner of the hall.

The once glamorous flight attendants have become like zombies, their uniforms torn to shreds, scarves hanging askew around their necks, dragging suitcases with broken wheels, wandering aimlessly in the lobby.

Occasionally, wild birds would frantically crash into the glass with a dull thud. At that moment, all the zombies in the hall would raise their heads, their murky gray-white eyes fixed on the source of the sound, their black fingernails scraping against the glass, producing a series of sharp, piercing squeaking sounds.

Only when they were sure they couldn't touch the living creature did the horde of corpses slowly lower their heads and return to silence.

The only sound was the rumbling of suitcase wheels rolling across the floor, echoing repeatedly in the lobby.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

The sound of steady footsteps suddenly rang out at the east end of the hallway, neither hurried nor slow.

A series of footsteps sounded at the edge of the hall, and the zombies in the hall snapped out of their daze, turning their heads slightly to confirm the source of the sound.

The footsteps grew closer, and the nearby zombies tilted their heads and turned around, their eyes meeting Shenhe's as he rounded the corner of the corridor.

Looking at the scene of corpses scattered throughout the hall, Shenhe grinned, "Finally found you all!"

He went straight to the airport after leaving the construction site, but the place was so big and the corridors were so numerous that it took him a long time to find the main waiting hall.

"Ho—"

The zombies, smelling the scent of living people, began to stir, letting out low growls, their mouths wide open to reveal their black and yellow teeth, as they charged towards him.

Perhaps because he hadn't been active for too long, his joints were stiff, and he was running much slower than in the early days of the apocalypse.

"Try my new skill!"

As Shenhe spoke, he raised his hands, palms facing outwards, and purple lightning flashed. Buzz—! Two wrist-thick chains of electricity shot out from his palms!

"Sizzle... crackle and pop!"

The lightning bolt struck the top of the skull of the front-row zombie, freezing it in place. The zombie convulsed violently, the smell of burning quickly spread, and electric currents crackled beneath its skin, with black smoke billowing from its pores.

The lightning bolts did not dissipate; instead, they surged down the body to the next zombie.

One by one, they were linked together, and in the blink of an eye, two chains of lightning strung together nearly two hundred zombies.

The deafening roar of the lightning made the glass tremble, and the chained zombies stiffened, only to be charred and set ablaze by the high-voltage lightning in just two seconds.

The zombies that rushed up from behind were immediately stuck to the electrified body as soon as they touched it, their bodies crackling with electric sparks, and then they all collapsed.

[Xiaoting Chains]

Shenhe, the ancestor of the lightning-type supernatural powers on Blue Star, comprehended the profound meaning of lightning binding and killing when facing the overwhelming zombie horde in the apocalypse. He spent two breaths of time using his supreme will to guide the raging lightning magma, abandoning the explosion of ordinary lightning balls, and connecting thousands of purple electric arcs end to end, condensing them into a solid form, creating a unique field control killing move - the Sky Lightning Chain.

This skill is exclusive to the lightning type and can be cast instantly.

He developed this skill by experimenting on dozens of zombies outside the airport. It worked very well; these zombies would die if their brains were struck by an electric current.

Shenhe withdrew his hand, losing the electrical connection!

Hundreds of zombies in front of them fell to the ground together, their bodies engulfed in flames and burning corpse oil.

The zombies behind rushed into the fire, then emerged from it engulfed in flames.

The lightning and fire were so loud that they alerted all the zombies in the waiting hall.

The horde of zombies surged out from various corridors and escalator entrances, rushing wildly towards the direction of the sound, densely packed and stretching as far as the eye could see.

The scene is getting more and more exciting!

Shenhe waved his hand, and a two-meter-high ice wall, like the Great Wall, stretched between the two sides, dividing the hall in two. The zombies that ran over pounced on the ice wall, and just touching it made them feel the chill seep into their bodies.

The flames on their bodies were quickly extinguished by the cold air, and then they were frozen solid in the blink of an eye, before being crushed by the zombies crowding in from behind.

Shenhe jumped onto the ice wall, looked at the overwhelming horde of corpses rushing towards him, and transformed into a supernatural turret on the spot!

With both hands outstretched, two more chains of lightning-powered energy were unleashed, like two giant snakes crackling with electricity that writhed and connected amidst the horde of zombies, sparks flying from the electric zombies.

At the same time, a flash of silver light appeared in his eyes, and a spatial blade, stretched to ten meters long, swept towards the back of the zombie horde.

The blade, carrying spatial rifts, whizzed past, sending countless zombie heads or upper bodies flying into the air along its path.

The cut was smooth and clean, and the lower body, still in a running posture, took two more steps before collapsing to the ground, clearing a blank area in the massive horde of corpses.

Shenhe didn't hold back either, throwing several more Xiaoting Pills into the zombie horde, which exploded.

The zombies at the center of the explosion were all reduced to dust, and thousands of small electric arcs shot out in all directions.

Countless zombies were hit; the electric arc was small, but its power was considerable.

A hit to the head will cause it to explode; a hit to the arms or legs will send the zombie flying; a hit to the chest will leave a large, charred hole and also has a paralyzing effect, greatly slowing down the zombies' running speed and causing chaos.