Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 437

Because the place was so far from the street, there wasn't a soul in sight, and no one would hear her cries for help.

Ma Dadan ran and hid from the zombies while desperately calling for help.

No one came over for a long time. Ma Dadan was not a person who was good at exercising. People get tired, but zombies don't get tired.

Finally, after running for a while, he managed to dodge everywhere.

They hid under coffins, under wooden planks, and behind doors.

But this zombie is incredibly strong; it can tear wooden planks apart.

Not only that, no matter where he hides, he can always find his way out. Even if he hides in another room, he will forcefully break through the door.

Seeing the zombies' fighting prowess, Ma Dadan was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he almost fainted from fright.

It's terrible, it's really terrible!

He was muttering to himself, and his whole body was trembling.

what to do? How can I do?

At this moment, Ma Dadan was filled with regret. If he had known earlier that there were really zombies here, he would never have agreed to Hua Laojiu's offer.

He knew that Hua Laojiu was definitely trying to trick him.

Ten silver dollars isn't so easy to earn. It must be because there are zombies here. Hua Lao Jiu deliberately dug a pit for him to jump into.

Right now, Ma Dadan is filled with regret, and the fact that he almost got caught by the zombies several times has brought his fear to its peak.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that he still had a peach wood sword in his hand.

Indeed, a peach wood sword; this was probably his last resort to save his life.

Ma Dadan didn't know how to use this thing, but the zombie was already close at hand. He had no choice but to do his best to swing the peach wood sword towards the zombie.

At that moment, he kept his eyes tightly shut, thinking he was going to die.

But the zombie didn't attack. When he opened his eyes, he found that the peach wood sword had pierced the zombie's body, and the zombie fell to the ground.

A bluish-green liquid was flowing from his body, which was quite horrifying.

Ma Dadan felt disgusted while watching, but at the same time he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He collapsed to the ground, his forehead covered in a thick layer of cold sweat.

At the same time, Ling Yanyan sensed a strong aura of death in the room.

Where did this aura of death come from?

He started searching everywhere, looking in this corner and turning over that place, but he found nothing.

Finally, his attention turned to the doorway outside the room.

If it's not in a room, then it can only be outside.

Ling Yanyan pushed open the door and, following the direction of the corpse energy, began to search every corner without missing a single one.

Finally, he discovered that the aura of death was coming from the forest ahead.

Sure enough, after searching high and low without finding it, he finally found the source of the corpse energy without any effort.

Looking at the forest not far away, Ling Yan Yan's gaze tightened slightly.

That's right, this is the direction!

Without pausing for a moment, he immediately followed the aura of the corpses and ran towards the depths of the forest.

After running for a while, he heard someone calling for help from deep within.

"Help!"

"Is anyone there? Please come and save us!"

"Ah, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, someone help me!" It wasn't just one or two people calling for help, but many.

Ling Yanyan's eyes sharpened, and without thinking, he immediately rushed in that direction.

It seems that many people are in danger, and I cannot stand idly by.

When they arrived, they found a large group of villagers running away.

Behind them, many zombies were chasing them.

No wonder these people ran away.

Among them are many elderly people and children, because they are slower and easily become food for zombies, who suck their blood.

That’s okay!

Ling Yanyan couldn't bear to see the elderly and children suffer in front of him, especially since they were just a group of villagers who were powerless to even kill a chicken.

Without a second thought, he immediately grabbed his longsword and charged out.

Just then, a grandmother and her grandson fell to the ground.

They were already slow, one old and one young, and couldn't keep up with the villagers. Moreover, the zombies seemed tireless, always following behind them, and anyone who got separated from the group would be snatched away by the zombies.

An old man and a child lay on the ground, embracing each other, closing their eyes, convinced they were doomed this time.

But at that moment, they did not feel any zombie attack.

Instead, they heard the wails of zombies.

Only then did they open their eyes and see a tall figure blocking their way, holding a long sword that glowed.

His movements were graceful and swift; with a swing of his longsword, he transformed from the imposing, unapproachable zombies he once was.

As if burned by something, he instantly collapsed to the ground, his body splitting in two.

This shows just how powerful this longsword is.

Even more formidable is the swordsman.

Seeing how powerful Ling Yanyan was, both the grandfather and grandson showed expressions of amazement.

The little granddaughter clapped her hands and looked at him with envy and admiration: "Big brother, you are so amazing! You saved us, thank you!"

Ling Yanyan smiled slightly, helped the little girl up, and helped the old man up as well. He solemnly told them, "Find a place to sit down first. These zombies are nothing to me. Don't worry, I'll take care of them in a little while."

As it turned out, he wasn't exaggerating; when he said "a while," he meant it.

Defeating just one zombie was far from enough for him.

There were still so many zombies behind him, and he wouldn't let any of them go.

Ling Yanyan's gaze was cold and stern, and his figure moved like the wind as he darted through the zombies.

He was so fast that the zombies couldn't catch a trace of him.

Especially his longsword, which moved with his will; with just a thought, he could instantly shatter these zombies.

Gradually, the villagers stopped running away, because they knew that a savior was there to save them.

Looking at Ling Yanyan, their eyes revealed hope.

If there were no other choice, who would willingly leave their hometown?

If this young man can really kill the zombies, they won't have to run away anymore, and their deceased relatives can finally rest in peace.

In the end, Ling Yanyan defeated all the zombies, and the villagers returned one by one.

The villagers were very grateful to him and almost surrounded him.

"Thank you, hero, thank you for saving our lives."

“Our great benefactor, we are so grateful to you. Why don’t you come and sit in our village? We really don’t know how to thank you enough. We should treat you to a meal.”

Seeing the enthusiastic villagers, Ling Yanyan could only politely decline with a smile: "No need, it's just a small favor. It's getting late, you should all go home now."

He didn't seek anything in return; he only hoped that the villagers would be well.

The villagers were even more grateful to see his generosity.

On the other side, Ma Dadan looked at the zombies on the ground and felt a little creepy, but since he had already dealt with the zombies, there was nothing to be afraid of.

He had considered leaving, after all, he didn't want to sit with a corpse.

But Hua Laojiu hasn't arrived yet. If I leave, the bet won't count, and I won't get the ten silver dollars.