I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 794 - 194: Is That Familiar Figure Really…?_6

Lin Fan wanted to say that no one had ever mentioned this place to them and that they had come here because the Red Sun Martial School had contacted them, but he didn’t. Those survivors who had headed for Huangshi had never arrived, which certainly meant they had died along the way.

Regardless, had they truly reached Huangshi, they would have surely informed him of the situation here. If even one person had arrived, none of this would have happened.

"Yes, they arrived," Lin Fan said.

The boatman clutched Lin Fan’s trouser leg, meekly raising his head, "I am guilty, I admit the heaviness of my sins. I have transferred my hopes of living onto the lives of others. I am willing to atone, willing to pay the price for my sins, but I really do not want to stay here, even if it means death, I wish to die in a peaceful place."

"Please, take me with you."

At this moment, knowing Lin Fan’s identity, this survivor, increasingly degraded by the apocalypse, saw hope anew, envisioned a future.

"Alright, I will take you away. Go and inform the other survivors, tell them that I will take them to a safe place. I’ll be waiting on that boat for you, come now and row me over," Lin Fan said softly.

Gazing at those puzzled faces in the distance, all were people who couldn’t assert themselves in the apocalypse, merely drifting aimlessly like the walking dead. Sometimes, in the dead of night, they might wonder what their true selves looked like.

It is hard to remember.

"Yes, yes."

The boatman stood up, invigorated as he grabbed the oars and rowed furiously, as if channeling all the vigor of his lifetime.

...

Inside the steamer.

In a luxuriously decorated office.

A middle-aged man relaxed in an executive chair, holding a satellite phone, with many more phones laid out before him, picking up one and slowly dialing a number.

"Heh, it can really be sold, a satellite phone for ten Black Crystals, this deal is truly profitable," he smirked revealingly, finding the apocalypse truly interesting.

Who could have imagined that he, once a lowly figure in society, had transformed, becoming a major secret broker of a trading post in the apocalypse, controlling everything.

He was an Awakener, and according to the Zombie Album, his ability was Disguise, allowing him to move unabashedly among the zombies to acquire any kind of supply he desired.

Only, his combat ability truly left much to be desired.

But that couldn’t be helped; abilities appeared inexplicably and weren’t something one could control.

Arriving at the seaside, finding a steamer with its crew turned into zombies, he cleaned them out using his power of Disguise, claiming the place for himself.

Sheltering some survivors, gradually he built his reputation with supplies, forming a trading post where people could freely trade, while he earned crystals.

He always harbored hope that when his Disguise ability reached a certain level, some astonishing change might occur. Even if there were no astonishing changes, as his powers increased, so would his physical fitness stabilize and improve.

"Aku."

A crew-cut man entered, respectfully saying, "Boss."

"Take this satellite phone to auction."

"Yes, boss."

For the man, this was a no-lose deal. When he had first found the satellite phone, it even came with a ’Zombie Album 3.0,’ which puzzled him greatly.

The folks in Huangshi really had too much free time, stuffing themselves and busying with these perplexing things day in and day out.

It even had an advanced version of the album.

Really quite amusing.

Knowing that the numbers stored on this satellite phone could prompt those from Sunshine Shelter in Huangshi to come and fetch, his first thought was not to go to Huangshi for a better life, but instead to think about auctioning it off.

Sure enough, it sold really well.

The man stood up, went to a nearby safe, opened it, and looked at the crystals inside—there were White, Black, and even a rare light Golden Crystal.

It was just a while ago, a group of survivors appeared, trading a light Golden Crystal here for a bulk of food and medicine.

At that moment, he had thought that anyone capable of hunting zombies for light Golden Crystals must have undeniable strength, but soon, he realized that these individuals must come from within the cities. Considering how many zombies were in those cities, it was absolutely overwhelming.

...

Lin Fan stepped onto the deck of the ferry and the scene in front of him was incredible. He hadn’t expected so many survivors to still be around.

There were stalls everywhere, and many people were carefully browsing and trading for the items they wanted.

He saw some exchanging a bag of instant noodles for a bottle of liquor.

Others exchanged a White Crystal for a lot of food.

A small market had obviously formed here.

Everything seemed normal, he didn’t see what he was hoping to see, but he knew, having been told by Duan Chenghu, that the second trading spot in the market required an entrance fee.

Moving through the crowd of survivors.

He didn’t attract anyone’s attention.

No one would have guessed... that this man carrying a sword was Lin Fan from Sunshine Shelter.

Soon, he spotted the survivors guarding the gate and walked towards it. Just as he reached the gate, a survivor stopped him.

"Do you have a card?"

"No."

"Entrance fee, one White Crystal."

Lin Fan smiled and took out the only White Crystal he had, which he had obtained from killing an Evolutionary Zombie while clearing the zombies around the martial arts school.

He had collected this crystal on the principle of not wasting, never imagining it would actually come in handy.

He handed over a White Crystal.

The other person handed him a card.

Observing it, it was a card stamped with a seal.

"Go ahead, next time come with the seal."

"Okay, thank you."

As the other person opened the gate, he walked in.

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At one of the stalls, a survivor was squatting there, his stall displaying a booklet.

"Zombie Album 3.0"

"Who is he?"

This survivor inadvertently saw Lin Fan, who had just entered the second trading place.

Lin Fan’s back was turned to him.

But the Frost Mourner he carried was so conspicuous, so familiar.

The survivor suddenly stood up, eyes wide, staring straight at the now closed gate.

"Frost Mourner?"

It was as if he was struck by a thought.

He quickly flipped through the Zombie Album for the information about Lin Fan.

"It must be an illusion, right?"

"Impossible, it must be an illusion. How could he possibly be here?"

"But that silhouette just now..."

He stared intently at the photo in the album.

As if he really wanted to confirm... that the person just now was really him, he truly hoped so, yet he feared disappointment.

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