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

Jiang Yan turned her head to look at Shen He, raised her chin towards the horde of corpses, and her eyes held a hint of provocation.

"Do you dare to have a contest to see who kills more zombies? If you lose, you'll have to call me Sister Yan from now on."

After she finished speaking, a faint light flashed in her palm, and a long whip of psychic power emitting a milky white glow solidified in her hand.

Shenhe became interested and raised an eyebrow, asking in return, "What if I win?"

Jiang Yan smiled, her tone full of confidence, "Then I'll call you little brother."

"You wish!" Shenhe sneered. "So you're the one who benefits no matter what. I just wonder if your strength is as great as your grandmother's."

Jiang Yan glared at him, her pretty face slightly flushed, and said stubbornly, "Hmph! Shameless! If I lose... I'll... I'll let you kiss me, you have to keep your word!"

After saying that, her face turned even redder, and she regretted it a little. She just wanted to provoke him and put him down.

Shenhe smiled and raised his hand, his palm radiating cold air. A crystal-clear ice ball quickly formed, and the cold air dripped down his hand. "Alright then, with your looks, you're barely good enough for me. If I kiss you, I won't be considered to have been taken advantage of. I accept this bet."

"you!"

Jiang Yan's chest heaved slightly with anger, her lungs felt like they had swelled up, and she was too lazy to argue with him anymore.

With a flick of her wrist, her telekinetic whip lashed out at the leading zombie with a whooshing sound.

With a sharp whoosh, seven or eight zombies in the front row were decapitated and collapsed to the ground, leaving only a smooth, fatal cut on their necks.

Shenhe didn't give way to her either. He clenched his fist, and the ice ball exploded. The ice elements transformed into a dense barrage of ice arrows, which whistled through the horde of corpses like machine gun fire.

Any zombie hit by the ice arrows was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture by the cold air, creating a truly magical scene.

Seeing this move, Jiang Yan's pupils contracted slightly, and she swung her whip even faster!

How can this guy be so fast!

……

In the cellar of a secluded house in the city center of Beichuan Ancient City, a chubby girl leaned comfortably on a sofa.

The cellar was quite large, about fifty square meters, and besides the fat girl, there were three first-tier climber zombies lying inside.

One of them lay motionless on the chubby girl's left side, like a puppy, and the chubby girl stroked its muscular head gently.

The other two lay opposite them, their eyes fixed on the one in the fat girl's hand.

The chubby girl had a big smile on her face. In her mental world, she could clearly see more than a dozen planes circling in the sky and hundreds of thousands of zombies scattered densely on the streets around her cellar.

She can only control zombies from a short distance, so she can't control all the zombies in the city in a short time. If she wants to control them all, she has to go out and do business little by little.

Unfortunately, she was lucky; those planes gathered most of the zombies together, which benefited her!

Anyone who enters her control area will be left behind!

"Hahaha! Thank you so much!"

The chubby girl laughed wildly, then suddenly exerted force with her left hand!

"Pfft—!"

Her slender hand pierced directly through the climber's skull. After groping through the sticky tissue for a moment, she withdrew her hand, revealing a lustrous first-tier energy core in her palm. The climber's body convulsed violently twice before going completely limp, his head drooping limply to the ground.

The energy core of the first-tier mutated zombie was not large, only about the size of a glass ball, far inferior to the one Jiang Yan used.

The chubby girl casually wiped the blood off her hands on the zombie's tattered clothes and tossed the core into her mouth.

With a gentle bite, the energy core transformed into a cool liquid that slid down her throat. Immediately afterward, a stream of pure energy slowly spread through her body, flowing warmly through her limbs and bones, making her close her eyes comfortably.

After finishing her meal, she gestured with her chin toward the opposite side, and the two crouching climbers immediately arched their backs, quickly crawled over, bit the corpse's shoulders and back with their sharp teeth, and dragged it toward the cellar entrance.

Just as the two zombies crawled out, a gray-brown figure poked its way in through the entrance.

The new climbers descended the steps, obediently crawling to her feet, their backs to her hands, willingly becoming sacrifices.

"Pfft."

With another soft sound, the second crystal core fell into the palm of the hand.

Just as she swallowed the first one, the two climbers who had finished disposing of the corpse returned, picked up the new corpse, and headed out again.

A bizarre cycle thus formed in the cellar: killing, extracting the core, devouring, and cleaning up the corpses, repeating mechanically and methodically.

Fatty stopped eating the energy cores only when she felt her body swell and her strength increased again.

But her killing spree never stopped; she continued to kill mutated zombies and collect energy cores.

Among the hundreds of thousands of zombies outside, there aren't many level one zombies. Now they are all under her control, taking a stealthy route to avoid the helicopter's sight, gradually gathering towards the cellar, and then being killed one by one.

This was her original intention in controlling the zombies: to sacrifice other mutated zombies to strengthen her power!

In her opinion, no one is more important than herself.

After collecting them for a while, having killed more than fifty Tier 1 Climbers, she cleaned up a pile of energy cores and put them in the Louis Vuitton bag she had just found.

Among the horde of zombies, there were also some large mutated zombies. Those were too obvious targets, so she didn't dare to touch them. If she attracted the armed helicopters, she would have to log off!

But she wasn't satisfied with these few dozen energy cores. Was there any way to increase the number of mutated zombies? As soon as the idea came to her, she couldn't wait to try it!

The chubby girl closed her eyes, and her mental energy spread out, quickly reaching the entire horde of zombies. She found a spot where the helicopter could not observe the zombies, and a cruel command was issued along with her mental energy!

After giving the order, the chubby girl leaned back on the sofa, ready to watch the show, a crazy smile on her face.

The zombies in that horde were originally moving quietly, following the pace of the horde.

After a mental wave swept over it, the zombie paused, then became visibly agitated. Its head began to move rapidly as it looked around, searching for a target. Its mouth opened and closed repeatedly, making tearing motions in preparation for an attack.

"Ho—! Roar—!"

Suddenly, a particularly large male zombie in the group raised its head and let out a deep roar, with a hoarse sound rolling from its chest.

It reached out first, grabbing the neck of a small zombie in front of it with its large hand, while its other fist swung with a strong wind, forcefully smashing the back of the zombie's head.

One punch, two punches...

The dull thuds of blows, mixed with the cracking of bones, rang out one after another until the zombie's head caved in deeply. It lowered its head and pounced on its newly acquired prey.

But before it could even take a few bites, the surrounding zombies had already gone on a rampage...