Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

It must be admitted that Qian Jiashu is indeed strong, especially after combining his Iron Fist skill with his strength. He can hold his own against the jealous zombies outside.

However, because he was controlled by Yan Zhao's ability, he strictly followed the order to clear a path for her, only attacking and not defending, which resulted in him being drenched in the slime sprayed by the jealous zombies in the encirclement.

His clothes were completely corroded, then his skin, which quickly rotted into a bloody, mangled skeleton amidst the hissing smoke.

But he is still alive and still trying to throw punches.

Enraged by him, the zombies on all sides rushed towards his position one after another.

While he was drawing attention away from the crowd, Yan Zhao rode his motorcycle straight into the fast food restaurant door, revved the engine to its maximum, and sped away without looking back.

……

Yan Zhao sped all the way to the border between Area A and Area B.

The surrounding buildings are densely packed, the streets are crisscrossed, and the terrain is complex. Although it is theoretically easier to hide, the downside is that there are many blind spots. You never know when a zombie might rush out from a dead corner and you could be ambushed.

And she was indeed framed.

She sped through a narrow, old-fashioned residential building, having just shaken off several relentlessly pursuing, jealous zombies, when at a bend she was suddenly ambushed by an arrogant zombie lurking in a corner.

The other vehicle was moving extremely fast, suddenly launching out like a cannonball and crashing heavily into the rear of her car.

Due to the strong inertia, she couldn't stop in time, and she and the car were instantly thrown off the road, sliding for more than ten meters before coming to a stop.

The world spun around.

For a few seconds, Yan Zhao's mind went blank. It took a lot of effort for her to regain her senses from the excruciating pain that felt like her body was falling apart.

She barely opened her eyes, looking around nervously, trying to pinpoint the location of the motorcycle.

But in fact, she saw the motorcycle, and also the jealous zombie crouching next to it.

Not just one, but a whole group, along with their low-level zombie minions.

They had locked onto her, letting out fierce roars as they prepared to hunt, gradually closing in on her.

...I'm doomed.

This was the only thought in Yan Zhao's mind at that moment, but in this life-or-death situation, she appeared unusually calm.

Hey, whatever, let's just die. In this game of doom, anyone can die at any time, and even before you die, you have to give it your all.

She was born into a life of misfortune, but she refused to accept it, otherwise she wouldn't have survived to this day.

As these chaotic thoughts swirled in her mind, she drew the boning knife from behind her waist, gripped it tightly in her palm, and raised her eyes with a sharp, ruthless glint in them.

If I kill as many as possible, it will count towards the team's record. At least I can't sacrifice myself for nothing, right?

"You bastards!"

Yan Zhao pushed himself up, took a deep breath, and made a move to charge towards the group of zombies.

But then the roar of an engine grew louder as it approached. She stopped in her tracks, looking back in surprise and disbelief.

A white sedan emerged from the fog, accelerating violently toward the horde of zombies ahead.

The next second, a familiar figure, carrying a shield in his left hand and a chainsaw in his right, leaped out of the driver's seat.

Yi Zanglan, wearing a thick black raincoat he'd somehow acquired, swung his chainsaw like a raging hurricane, clearing away any zombies that stood in his way, resembling a butcher from a horror story.

After a brief moment of shock, Yan Zhao finally regained her senses. She took advantage of the chaos to retrieve her iron pot and hurriedly threw herself into the battle.

She didn't notice when the white sedan quietly drove away, but it seemed that Yi Zanglan didn't intend to keep the car for herself.

"How did you find this place? That was incredibly fast!"

Yi Zanglan took a moment to reply: "You even struck a pose as if you were ready to die for your cause. If I had arrived any later, I would have only been able to retrieve a skeleton, which I would have had to clean up and use as a specimen."

"..."

Although the language is rough but the reasoning is sound, this is just too rough!

Yan Zhao didn't have time to complain. With an iron pot on her head, she weaved through the zombie wreckage, stabbing any zombie she saw, attacking entirely on instinct.

Then, unexpectedly, she felt a tightness around her waist, and the iron pot was snatched away and thrown away, while a blue shield was stuffed into her hand.

"Come on, let's upgrade our equipment."

"Where did you get this from?"

"The owner of that white sedan just now." Yi Zanglan put one arm around her, killing indiscriminately as they moved towards the motorcycle. "They wanted to thank me for driving for half a day, so they offered to give me this defensive weapon—I couldn't refuse their kindness, so I accepted it."

"...Bullshit, I don't believe it!"

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Rewind to a short time ago, on the way to Area B.

Yi Zanglan drove a white sedan at breakneck speed, while also keeping the chainsaw mounted on the seat as a friendly reminder to the two male players inside.

"I'm sorry, I'm really in a hurry," she apologized politely. "Please don't be angry, and please don't act rashly. After all, swords have no eyes, and we don't need to fight to the death, right?"

The male player in the passenger seat had a long face: "Judging from the situation, you're definitely not going to die, and neither are we likely to survive."

"Sister, let's talk this over. We promise we won't resist, and please don't kill us, okay?" The male player in the back row bowed repeatedly, his tone extremely sincere. "Don't worry, we're not very capable. We were just tricked into coming here to get some experience and rewards. Who knew this godforsaken place would be so deadly!"

Yi Zanglan smiled and shook his head: "I don't have much skill. How could I possibly get a car? You'd have to kill at least 80 zombies to get the hint."

"Our teammates did most of the work in killing zombies because we had a fight among ourselves. We were so angry that we stole a car and decided to go it alone."

"Then you guys are really not united."

"Yes, yes, you are right."

Suddenly, Yi Zanglan stepped on the gas, knocking away two zombies that were rushing towards the car. The powerful momentum caused the two male players to lose their balance and hit their heads.

"Ouch! Excuse me... could you please drive a little more carefully?"

"This car is pretty good." Yi Zanglan sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that neither of you can drive it properly, and I don't have the authority to do so."

These words are truly terrifying, like some kind of death omen.

The male player in the passenger seat, startled, quickly explained, "It's okay! You can keep driving if you want, just take us with you. We definitely won't cause trouble or hold you back—there's no need to kill us, really!"

"I didn't intend to kill you two," Yi Zanglan said slowly. "We'll see how things go later. If I get out of the car, you two can drive it away."

"...Huh? Really?"

She glanced at the rearview mirror, her tone meaningful: "Your shield is quite nice. Was it also a system-issued item?"

The male player in the back row immediately understood and quickly raised his shield: "It's an item! You can have it if you like, okay?"

"Your raincoat seems to be of good quality..."

"Here you go! It'll definitely fit you!"

Yi Zanglan nodded, looking pleased: "I really met some kind people today."

"..."