"Roar --"

The zombie horde suddenly turned around, abandoning their targets and retreating en masse.

The decayed mouths on the zombies’ faces were tightly shut, afraid that a bloody finger might get stuffed into them.

Even though they desperately craved flesh, they decisively abandoned the meat right in front of them.

Off they went, off they went.

"Have you changed your mind? Decided to eat me?" Wang Lu smiled at the zombies, speaking graciously, "Then come on! I definitely won’t run!"

After saying this, Wang Lu spread his arms, looking as if he was ready to die.

Having read too many adolescent novels, he even secretly fantasized that if he died, with some luck, he might be reincarnated.

The king’s return.

If reincarnation wasn’t possible, becoming the Zombie King wouldn’t be too bad either.

Even if he couldn’t become the Zombie King, jumping and howling with so many zombies wasn’t bad at all.

It was much more interesting than living alone in this world without any ties.

Living alone is the loneliest thing there is.

He once thought about entering a safety base, but when others discovered zombies didn’t bite him, they always tried to exploit him.

That feeling was very uncomfortable, so he never entered a safety base again.

Loneliness was the most profound feeling he had after the apocalypse.

Wang Lu began to reflect on the first half of his life.

His marriage was a failure, and memories of the orphanage weren’t friendly either.

Only when he was working was he truly happy.

As the CEO of a public company, he managed the entire company’s operations, and the boss never had any unreasonable demands or doubts about him.

He never did sneaky things and put his entire energy into the company.

The company thrived, no matter how much money was made, he only took his rightful share and never deceived anyone.

The boss also trusted him completely.

In any case, only when working was he truly living his life.

Wang Lu sighed slightly, thinking the boss was probably howling, hoping that after becoming a howling zombie, he could howl with the boss and others.

Wang Lu calmly closed his eyes, ready to embrace his death.

The imagined pain did not come; only a stench filled his nose.

Gusts of a foul-smelling wind brushed past him, but none of them headed towards him.

Wang Lu opened his eyes; around him, hordes of zombies were running wildly.

They didn’t even glance at him.

"Huh? You’re not biting me again? At least give me a bite! I’m not running!"

Wang Lu looked at the suddenly fleeing zombies, his expression somewhat collapsing.

He really didn’t want to live. Why could these zombies bite any survivor but not him?

This isn’t fair!

The zombies acted as if they couldn’t hear Wang Lu and continued to flee frantically.

Wang Lu looked ahead, and the vehicle that had just been surrounded by zombies revealed its true form.

It was a black, dingy garbage truck.

With a thud.

The zombies on top jumped off urgently to get away from there.

The sound of breaking bones was jarring, but it didn’t deter their determination to run away.

Twisted bodies ran surprisingly fast. Even though they smelled the scent of Wang Lu’s cut finger, they didn’t pause for a second.

In less than five minutes.

The overwhelming numbers of zombies left nothing but pools of black blood.

Wang Lu turned around, wanting to chase the zombies, surprised that the normally sluggish zombies could run so fast.

He couldn’t catch up at all.

After just two steps, he had to give up.

From experience, he knew there was no way to catch the zombies who fled without wanting to bite him.

He couldn’t catch up, so he didn’t try.

At that moment, he had a very important question to ask the survivors behind him.

―― How exactly did they manage to provoke such a massive zombie attack?

He wanted to humbly learn, then try it himself.

So, Wang Lu decisively turned back, no longer chasing the zombies, and headed towards the garbage truck that had just been besieged.

This was a black-coated garbage truck, its front wrapped in green vines of a mutated pothos.

The black stuff on the garbage truck’s surface was all zombie blood, covered so thoroughly you couldn’t tell what color the truck originally was.

Through the glass, you could see a bunch of green pothos filling the driver’s cabin, and some stretched out of the windows, enclosing the glass and windows tightly.

These pothos were there to protect the people inside the driver’s cabin; if the plants weren’t blocking them, the zombies would have broken the glass long ago.

"Damn! The big city truly lives up to its name; so many zombies!"

An old man’s voice sounded from the driver’s cabin.

This man’s voice was loud and vigorous.

The mutated pothos vines only retracted slowly after the zombies had fled.

Revealing an intact cabin inside.

Wang Lu saw two old men sitting in the driver’s and passenger’s seats, their complexions rosy, completely unscared by the horde of zombies.

As if being surrounded by zombies was as normal as eating or drinking water, there was no reason to be afraid at all.

If Bai Zhengxuan were here, he’d immediately recognize the two old men with whom he had deep connections.

They were the road terrors that made people at Firewind Safety Base shiver, Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu.

Bai Zhengxuan and the two were known as the Trio of the Firewind Safety Base.

"Uncles, how did you... how did you do that just now?"

Wang Lu looked at them with admiration and quickly walked over to humbly inquire.

"What do you mean by how did we do it?"

Uncle Wang picked his nose, looking frustrated.

In his previous life, he probably dug up the grave of a zombie’s ancestor. Wherever he went, zombies chased him relentlessly.

"I mean, why are so many zombies chasing you? Is there a trick to it?" Wang Lu rubbed his fingers, a bit expectant.

He wanted to be chased by that many zombies too, but his skills didn’t allow it!

"There’s no trick to it. Just stick with Old Wang and you’ll get to enjoy the thrill of being chased by zombie hordes."

Old Liu looked up and down at Wang Lu, immediately noticing his bleeding red fingers, and relaxed slightly.

He initially thought he had run into a Corpse King, which would explain why the zombies ran away.

Upon seeing the bleeding fingers, confirming this was a human, Uncle Liu was relieved.

Traveling with Uncle Wang had been too surreal.

Every day they were chased by different gangs of zombies.

Today was the most intense; the garbage truck ran out of fuel, and their powers were almost depleted. They could only rely on the mutated pothos to fend off the zombies.

They intended to rest up and then rely on Old Wang’s Gold Ability to charge out.

Unexpectedly, a middle-aged man came and directly "scared" the zombies away.

"Just by following this old man, I can get chased by zombie hordes?"

Wang Lu’s eyes lit up with excitement.

"That’s right."

Uncle Liu looked at the man whose eyes suddenly became much brighter, his mouth twitching a bit.

Is this kid a little off in the head?

But Uncle Liu had seen a lot, so he wasn’t surprised!

After seeing the Bai Family’s ferocious clan, he wasn’t startled by anyone else.

Anything was possible.

"Is it strange to be chased by a zombie horde?"

Uncle Wang scratched his head, looking puzzled.

He thought it was the norm!

What’s so strange about it!

If one day he wasn’t chased by a zombie horde, Uncle Wang would think it strange.