Yellow Dragon Town, already abandoned, now looked even more desolate after the previous bloody purification.

Gulu-lu～

Chen Tao's stomach kept growling, as the food in the warehouse has now been completely consumed.

The small piece of chocolate he had five hours ago was already his last ration.

Since the outbreak of the zombie crisis, he had managed to survive for half a year with the remaining food in the inn, but now there was absolutely no food left.

Chen Tao wheezed heavily as he looked at himself in the mirror, his face now sallow and emaciated, dark circles around his eyes, lips chapped and pale.

He glanced at the paper calendar on the wall; it had been almost six months since the outbreak began.

During the first month, he could still eat some filling meals with the warehouse's leftover food, originally thinking the crisis would end soon, or at least the government would send rescue.

But things got worse; the water and electricity stopped, the entire network collapsed, and every day he lived in darkness at home with no hope; the food dwindled as did the number of living people in the town.

From the second month of the apocalypse, he was barely eating anything, far from filling his stomach.

This food barely kept him from starvation. He originally thought that reducing his consumption would last until rescue arrived, but now Chen Tao realized he was too naive.

This post-apocalyptic world has lost all hope, and it's already the sixth month without a hint of rescue.

"Back when the inn was open, I hated those rats the most, hated them for stealing food, but now if one appeared in front of me, I'd be grateful..."

He stood up while supporting himself against the wall, looking at the empty warehouse with a bitter smile.

With not having eaten for so long, his stomach felt like it was tightly clenched, this intense pain made him feel nauseated, even feeling the acid surge up.

"No more, I can't keep forcing myself!"

"If I don't eat something soon, I'll starve to death even if the zombies don't bite me to death!"

"Damn it! An innkeeper starving to death in his own shop, that's damn embarrassing to say out loud!"

Looking at the blood-soaked streets outside, Chen Tao swallowed to moisten his dry throat.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up his backpack and prepared to go out to scavenge for supplies.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Just at that moment, another burst of engine noise came, and Chen Tao's hand paused in mid-air, ready to open the door.

Was that a car sound?

Could it possibly be those zombies from yesterday again?

Thinking of this, Chen Tao felt despair, but the unwillingness and desire to survive made him shake his head.

No!

Impossible!

This time it must be the human rescue team!

Struggling with the hunger in his abdomen, Chen Tao supported himself against the wall to return to the second floor, looking out from the window towards the distance.

However, reality was always so cruel, once again what he saw was not the rescue team.

Still the familiar convoy, still zombies driving those familiar trucks.

Plop!

The backpack dropped from his hand onto the floor, and Chen Tao sank powerlessly into the corner, his eyes turning utterly vacant.

The last flicker of survival instincts in his heart extinguished completely upon seeing those zombies.

Zombies could damn well drive now; does this world even have a place for humans to survive?!

In this crappy world, what's the damn point of being alive?!

Chen Tao staggered over to the bedside, where a box of rat poison was in the drawer of the nightstand. This was originally prepared for the rats that stole food from the warehouse, unexpectedly to be used on himself.

After swallowing the rat poison, Chen Tao quietly lay on the bed.

After months of the torment of a dark and hopeless apocalypse, a hint of relaxation finally appeared on his face.

"Screw the zombies! Screw the apocalypse!"

...

Similar situations to Chen Tao's were still playing out endlessly in the rest of Yellow Dragon Town.

Witnessing zombies driving caused many survivors to lose their will to survive completely.

Lu Chuan had no idea his actions brought such despair to these survivors.

He still parked the convoy at the foot of Yellow Dragon Mountain as before, while the Corpse Puppet army marched into the mountain under his control.

However, because yesterday he had slaughtered mutated fierce beasts on the outskirts of Yellow Dragon Mountain all day, there were essentially no mutated fierce beasts blocking him at the outskirts now.

As the Corpse Puppet troops advanced deeper, they soon arrived at a mountain valley.

This valley differed from the surrounding green forests, composed entirely of massive yellow rocks.

The shape formed by the piled yellow rocks at the entrance to the valley was like a giant serpent lying in the mountains; hence, Yellow Dragon Mountain got its name.

Corpse Puppet troops had just started walking into the valley when the sound of dense footsteps could be heard not far ahead, followed by the appearance of massive mutated giant wolves.

Awoo～Awoo～

Lu Chuan roughly glanced around, there seemed to be about ten wolves in front of him.

Since they were all mutated, it was difficult to discern what breed this wolf pack was before the apocalypse.

These mutated giant wolves were similar in size to the black giant wolf from yesterday, with a shoulder height of over three meters and body length reaching five meters.

Their fur was all blood-red, as if dyed in a layer of fresh blood.

Their pupils were also blood-red, each wolf's eyes filled with ferocity and bloodlust.

What most caught Lu Chuan's eye was a mutated giant wolf standing on a rock among the wolf pack.

This wolf was larger than the others, with a shoulder height nearly three meters and a body length nearly five meters.

Obviously, this second-tier giant wolf standing on the rock was the leader of the pack; its blood-red eyes exuded a chilling murderous intent.

Apparently, the sudden arrival of the Corpse Puppet army had invaded these mutated blood wolves' territory.

Seeing the zombies, the mutated blood wolves' fur bristled along their backs, their mouths gaping to reveal sharp teeth.

Roar! Roar!

Facing the mutated blood wolves' howls, the Corpse Puppet troops controlled by Lu Chuan countered with defiantly roaring sounds of their own.

In an instant, Corpse Puppets and mutated wolves faced off, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense.

But Lu Chuan was not the least bit fazed by this situation, his skill in controlling various Corpse Puppets to coordinate had improved after yesterday's fight.

The most crucial part was that Flame One successfully advanced to the third tier, with attack power skyrocketing post-advancement.

With the evolved Flame One, handling a situation like this was too easy.

The wolf pack seemed to have sensed the presence of a good number of second-tier evolved zombies, hesitating out of fear.

But Lu Chuan couldn't care less; when meeting on a narrow path, strike first!

Flame One suddenly ignited in blazing flames, his hands waving as enormous fireballs were hurled towards the wolf pack, like a sudden downpour of fiery rain.

Melee combat?

I'm directly going for remote firepower coverage!

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