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Crack!
Shen Yuan exerted all his strength and severed two outstretched arms of the Zombie, then felt two faint streams of warmth surge into his body.
It was very weak, almost negligible, but Shen Yuan could indeed feel the warmth.
What does this indicate?
The Zombie also has a Source of Life within!
Just very little of it.
Shen Yuan's eyes brightened slightly.
Although he was still worried about the Zombie's blood and the possibility of infection, he couldn't give up on the tangible benefits; this seemed to be a good place for farming monsters.
Zombies are just monsters, right?
As long as he was careful, there shouldn't be any problems.
Shen Yuan felt invigorated, fighting to gain more strength.
Although every attack required him to go all out and consumed a lot of energy, the warmth flowing back to him helped him recover his stamina and spirit. Moreover, as he severed more and more Zombie arms, the Shovel regained its sharpness.
Ten minutes later, almost all the Zombie arms had been cut off. Those Zombies that had been reduced to stumps could only ram their bodies against the iron door, significantly reducing their power.
All of this was being observed by others.
The method of Shen Yuan has played a role in stabilizing people's minds. Some people began to feel that Zombies are not so terrifying after all. As long as they are careful and avoid being touched by Zombies, there should be no problem.
The human world needs role models.
"Boss, I have an idea. We can use fire to burn these damn Zombies! Isn't that how it’s portrayed on TV? Corpses from battles are either buried or burned! Once burned, they won't spread the Plague!" Chen Letian exclaimed, a smile on his face.
Shen Yuan unexpectedly glanced at Chen Letian, surprised that this younger man had such courage. He couldn't tell if he had a story to tell or if he was just carefree, still able to smile in such a situation.
"How do we start the fire? What about fuel? Just light the lighter and throw it over? Those Zombies are flammable but not easily ignitable!" Shen Yuan shook his head.
Chen Letian scratched his head.
He was anxious and spoke without considering the specifics of the situation.
"Well... I have a lighter." A man in his thirties, wearing glasses and dressed like a successful businessman, spoke up. Although his face was still somewhat pale, he had basically regained his composure and took out a lighter.
He introduced himself as Luo Jindou, speaking clearly like a wealthy businessman.
"Zippo? You must be rich! Is that SUV downstairs yours? It must be worth over a million!" Chen Letian exclaimed as he took the Zippo lighter, shaking his head and clicking his tongue in admiration.
"That SUV belongs to Mr. Li of Chenjin Furniture; it’s worth over three million. We can't afford that! But in this world, what good is money? Mr. Li and his wife and child have all turned into Zombies. In this apocalypse, only people like you two who are brave and resourceful can survive. Want to smoke?"
Luo Jindou pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two sticks, handed one to Chen Letian, then took one for himself before offering the remaining one to Shen Yuan. "What do you go by, brother? Have a smoke to relieve some stress and relax."
Chen Letian took the cigarette and shook his head in admiration again. "Special supply, right? I remember hearing customers brag about it before, saying that even with money you can't buy it! Boss, have one; if you don't smoke it now, when will you?"
"My surname is Shen."
Shen Yuan glanced at Luo Jindou and said, "I don't smoke. I have a lighter, but where do we get fuel?"
Chen Letian fell silent.
The guy chuckled awkwardly and looked around.
But in this godforsaken place, where would they find fuel?
"Shen Brother, Chen Brother, aren't there a lot of motorcycles parked downstairs? I saw some hybrid ones; we can just find one and get some gasoline," Luo Jindou said with a smile. "It's actually not dangerous. The zombies have all been drawn over there and are locked behind the iron gate. I saw that Shen Brother has a Military Backpack? I've heard many people prepared survival kits for the apocalypse in advance; you must have some rope in that backpack, right? It would be easy to send someone down to get gasoline."
"That's a good idea!"
Chen Letian clapped his hands and shouted, almost jumping up. "If we have rope, we can just go down directly! Why are we still stuck in this godforsaken place?"
Luo Jindou shook his head and said, "Chen Brother, there are zombies everywhere outside, along with Mutant Creatures. There's no place safer than here. It's best for us to stay put for now and observe the situation. Shen Brother, don't you agree?"
Shen Yuan watched coldly.
Chen Letian was a bit dim-witted, but Luo Jindou was very shrewd and knew how to handle people.
When they were being chased by zombies earlier, he ran to the Communication Tower as soon as he reached the rooftop, always ready to climb up.
When the strong man argued with Chen Letian and himself, he said nothing and kept his distance.
Now that the strong man had been defeated by him and the zombies were locked outside the iron gate, making this place temporarily safe, he came over and started praising both himself and Chen Letian, calling them "brothers."
Now he was actively playing the role of the "think tank," proposing solutions and speaking confidently while ultimately asking for Shen Yuan's opinion, seemingly handing over the decision-making power to him while distancing himself from it.
It's really interesting! Quite insidious!
But none of this matters.
Shen Yuan has never valued the process; he only cares about the outcome.
As long as the problem can be solved without harming his own interests, anything goes.
"I have no objections."
Shen Yuan gave Luo Jindou a meaningful glance and smiled lightly, "So, Mr. Luo, who do you think should go down to get the gasoline?"
The ball was kicked back.
Although it was said that the downstairs was safe, what was the reality?
Who could guarantee that all the Zombies had been lured away?
Who could guarantee that there were really no Mutant Creatures here?
Moreover, it would take time to pour gasoline; would it attract the Zombies?
Who would be willing to go down to handle the gasoline?
As soon as Shen Yuan's words fell, those survivors began to retreat one after another, even Chen Letian chuckled awkwardly. Although he might not be the brightest, he wasn't foolish enough to risk his life.
Luo Jindou, however, was not surprised and clearly had everything under control.
He laughed and said, "Shen Brother and Chen Brother need to watch this iron gate and not let those Zombies rush in, so of course I can't go down. As for me, I haven't exercised in over ten years, I can't even hold onto the rope. It doesn't matter if I fall to my death or get killed by a Zombie; the important thing is that I can't get the gasoline up! This person..."
He looked at the strong man who had been injured by Gavin, and the strong man glared at him fiercely: "Guo Dalong!"
Luo Jindou wasn't angry; he chuckled and said, "Brother Guo was indeed wrong just now, but to be honest, when Chen Brother attracted the Zombies earlier, I was actually a bit angry too. But that's all in the past; what grievances can't be resolved? Brother Guo has paid a price as well! Your right arm is injured, so you definitely can't go down."
This guy didn't offend anyone and was all smiles.
Although he mentioned Chen Letian once, it was light-hearted, and he knew that Chen Letian had a good heart and wouldn't get angry.
His words even made Guo Dalong lose his temper; he merely snorted coldly.
Luo Jindou smiled again and said, "Although we say that men and women are equal now, women's physical condition is still not as strong as men's, so the two ladies shouldn't go down either. So..."
He shook his head and didn't say anything further.
However, everyone's gaze focused on the last person.
That was a student who looked somewhat flustered and helpless.
At first glance, it was clear that this student was easy to bully and deceive.
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