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

As the group was chatting, they suddenly saw a figure emerge from around the corner. All seven of them jumped in surprise, grabbed their weapons, stood up, and skillfully formed a battle formation.

Four men, each holding a shield of a different design, blocked the passage, while three women stood behind them, holding spears and shining flashlights directly into the faces of the muscular men.

The passageway was dimly lit, and it was difficult to see who it was from a distance.

"Stop shaking, it's me..."

The lean man raised his hand to shield his eyes; his voice was clear and pleasant, a stark contrast to his face.

Several beams of light were placed at his feet at the same time to illuminate his path.

"Brother Ghost!"

"It's Ghost Brother back!"

"Hello, Brother Ghost!"

Knowing they were on the same side, the group immediately greeted each other and breathed a sigh of relief. In this society, one second you're laughing and joking, and the next you're cursing and swearing.

Ah Gui walked over from the other end of the passage, the firelight from the barbecue reflecting off his hideous face, making the scars look like a bunch of centipedes crawling on his face.

A timid person would glance at him and then look away.

"Nothing unusual, right?" He glanced at the giant rat on the grill and asked casually.

The squad leader quickly shook his head, "No, Brother Gui."

"Hmm." Ah Gui rubbed his belly. "Give me a hind leg to eat."

"Alright, Ghost Bro!" The squad leader picked up his dagger and skillfully began to cut the rat's leg. After a couple of cuts, he said, "The hind leg is meaty, but the inside isn't quite cooked through yet. Is this alright?"

Ghost Brother didn't care. "It's okay, just sprinkle more salt."

The squad leader cut off a hind leg, made a few more cuts on the surface, then sprinkled it with salt, cumin, and chili powder. "Here you go, Brother Ghost, be careful, it's a bit hot."

"Thanks."

Ghost Brother took the leg and left, not caring about the heat. He took a big bite and chewed on a large piece of meat. The outside was crispy, and the inside still had some blood. His mouth was full of oil and blood foam. The aroma of cumin and caramel mixed with the oil was satisfying. After eating a bite of meat, his strength gradually returned.

There's not much else in the sewers, but there are plenty of mutated giant rats.

This meat tastes like beef, but it's more tender and has no fishy smell at all. It's a hundred times tastier than the feed meat from before the apocalypse, and eating it for a long time can strengthen your muscles and bones.

They were all lean and agile, with sharp features, all thanks to eating rat meat every day.

"Ghost Brother's face... is really scary."

"I heard he was attacked and bitten by a swarm of rats while trying to save his wife. After his wounds healed, his wife thought he was ugly and ran off with someone else."

"Ghost Brother is such a good person, that woman is so heartless!"

"How many women these days are reliable?"

"Pah! Dalin, can't you speak properly? Are you looking for a beating?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sister Ling! You're all so kind. I'll punish myself by eating two more legs until I'm stuffed, okay?!"

"So that's what you were waiting for!"

Ah Gui gnawed on a rat leg as he walked forward, ignoring the whispers behind him.

There are plenty of people who think he's ugly; who do they think they are?

Candles were lit every few steps along both sides of the passage. The further you went in, the cleaner the ground became, and the louder the noise became.

The cries of babies, the coughs of the elderly, the laughter of teenagers chasing each other, mixed with the hissing of sharpening knives and the chopping of cutting rat meat, all hummed and echoed in the pipes.

This sewer shelter housed over a thousand people, including men, women, and children; it was a small underground society.

"Brother Ghost".

"Hello, Brother Ghost."

As he walked further in, everyone he met greeted him, but Ah Gui just nodded expressionlessly. He didn't dare to smile, because if he did, it would look like he was crying, which was even more frightening than if he didn't smile at all.

Soon, he arrived at the location of the leader of the underground shelter.

This is a short passage, a dead end, with a manhole cover leading to the ground inside. A curtain hangs at the entrance of the passage, serving as a makeshift partition.

Two men stood guard casually against the wall on either side of the entrance. They were the most skilled men in the area. When they saw Brother Gui, they simply nodded indifferently.

"Ah Gui is here? Come in."

Before Ah Gui could speak, a voice from inside told him to come in, and a man at the door lifted one side of the curtain to look at Brother Gui.

"Thank you, Brother Qiang." Ah Gui nodded his thanks to the man who was lifting the curtain and went inside.

The interior was simple, except the floor was higher and cleaner, with several layers of carpet laid out.

A man who looked to be in his early forties sat against the wall, holding an old photograph in his hand, staring at it intently.

If Shenhe were here, he might recognize that this man is Wang Chong'an, one of the police officers who drove a police car to lure away the horde of corpses in front of the Lijing Garden Supermarket.

Wang Chong'an looked up at A-Gui, patted the blanket beside him, and said, "Sit down. What is it?"

Ah Gui placed the half-eaten rat leg on the shoebox next to him, wiped his greasy hands on his pants, and pulled out a few flyers from his pocket, handing them over. "Brother Wang, take a look at these."

"What is it?" Wang Chong'an asked casually as he took it.

Upon unfolding it, his expression suddenly changed. He sat up straight and turned to look at Ah Gui, "Where did you get this?"

"It was a helicopter with naval markings that dropped the leaflets in the eastern suburbs," Ah Gui said solemnly. "It not only dropped leaflets, but it also lured away the horde of corpses in the east of the city. Brother Wang, what do you think about this?"

Wang Chong'an examined the leaflet carefully. It had an official seal on it, which looked genuine, and it was dropped by military aircraft, so it couldn't have been done by an individual.

"It's better to believe it exists than not to believe it doesn't. Ah Gui, take out the flyers and show them to everyone. See what everyone thinks. My opinion is to go and see for ourselves. If there really is an official base, then we'll go."

"good!"

Ah Gui took the flyer, picked up his rat leg, got up, and walked out.

Ah Gui picked up the rat's leg, clutched the flyer, and turned to leave. Soon after, a buzzing discussion arose outside, some excited, some doubtful, creating a noisy commotion.

Wang Chong'an took out the photo again and looked at it, his eyes gradually filled with hatred. He stretched out his right hand and looked at it, and a brown light shone in his palm.

At this time, in the north of the city.

On a wide scenic avenue, a tall, thin man was pedaling a shared bicycle so hard that the bike was almost falling apart, and the chain was squeaking and creaking.

He looked back every now and then, with seven or eight zombies following him from a distance, impossible to shake off.

"Damn it, it's like a leech!"

He cursed, then stood up and pedaled, the bike suddenly lurching forward and increasing its speed.

Within minutes, a magnificent wrought iron gate came into view.

"Jingwan No. 1 Courtyard" is a top-tier villa area in Hanzhou City, consisting of eighteen detached villas, each with its own yard. In the past, even money couldn't guarantee you could buy a place there.

The owner has long since changed.

"Open the door! Open the door right now!"

The tall, thin man shouted from a distance.

The guards at the gate recognized him, and the head steward waved his hand. Two guards quickly ran over and opened the gate.

The tall, thin man rode his bicycle straight over, and without slowing down at the door, he jumped off the bicycle.

He let the bicycle roll away to the side and crash into the wall with a thud. He didn't even glance at it, dusted off his clothes, and calmly walked away from the villa area.