83: Chapter 83 Lift a Finger

Wang Lin whipped his right leg out violently, sending the zombie flying into the wall, followed by the sound of shattering bones.

It slid down, collapsing onto the ground, its limbs still twitching as it tried to crawl back up.

Its spine was broken and it could not stand, but it continued to crawl, inching its way toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin did not look at it again.

His gaze fell to his feet, where a crack had opened in the ground, and countless hands reached out from within.

One, two, three, ten...

Those hands reached out from the fissure in the ground, searching for the scent of the living.

Then, heads began to emerge as well.

One, two, three, ten...

Those heads crawled out from the fissure, twisting toward Wang Lin like evil spirits climbing out of hell.

In the distance, more zombies caught the scent.

Their heads turned in unison, surging toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin did not hesitate.

He took off running.

Beneath his feet, his Wind Ability ignited, and his Speed Ability was activated simultaneously; he shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

When a zombie appeared in front of him, he smashed its head with a single punch.

Two more zombies appeared; he threw a punch to the left and right, and both skulls exploded like watermelons.

Three zombies stood in his path; he jumped up, stepped on the shoulder of the middle zombie, used the leverage to vault over their heads.

Killing them was endless; you kill one, ten more come; you kill ten, a hundred more come.

The only way to survive was to run, to run until reaching a safe place.

A mechanical voice blared from a loudspeaker in the distance:

"Attention survivors, please head to the shelter in the town ahead as soon as possible!"

"Attention survivors, please head to the shelter in the town ahead as soon as possible!"

"Attention survivors, please head to the shelter in the town ahead as soon as possible!"

The loudspeaker kept repeating this message.

Wang Lin looked around.

To his front right, there was a tall building.

It was a water tower with a rusted iron frame and a platform on top of the tank.

The platform was very high, and the zombies could not climb up.

It was high enough that once he got up there, he would be temporarily safe.

He turned and ran toward the water tower.

As he passed the crowd, some people reached out to grab him, wanting him to pull them up, wanting him to take them with him.

But Wang Lin did not look back, nor did he reach out.

He ran to the base of the water tower, the iron ladder right before his eyes.

He stepped onto it and began to climb.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He climbed halfway up, then looked down.

Below was already surrounded by zombies.

They could not climb the ladder, but they were crowding, pushing, and piling up.

The ones in front were pushed down by the ones behind, the ones behind were trampled by the ones further back, layer upon layer, piling higher and higher.

Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and continued climbing.

He reached the top, stood on the platform, and looked down.

With a powerful kick, the ladder broke off beneath his feet, sending the zombies on it plummeting down.

"BOOM!!!"

The iron frame slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The zombies were crushed underneath, but they were not dead; they were still moving, still crawling, still reaching their hands upward.

Wang Lin turned around and walked to the center of the platform.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked up at the sky in contemplation.

"The loudspeaker mentioned a shelter in the town."

"But where is this shelter?"

His gaze swept across the surroundings.

In the distance, there was a town.

The shelter should be there, but with so many zombies below, how could he get across?

He thought for a very, very long time.

Wang Lin smiled slightly: "Why am I so stupid? Such a simple matter, wouldn't it be solved just by lifting a finger?"

He walked to the edge of the platform, looking down at the dense sea of corpses below.

He raised his right hand and extended his index finger; a blue fireball condensed at his fingertip.

Then, with a gentle flick, the blue spark flew from his fingertip like a meteor falling from high above, landing right in the center of the sea of corpses.

"BOOM!!!!"

The flames exploded from the point of impact and spread in all directions like a blooming fire lotus.

The horde of zombies was ignited.

The zombies roared, but they could not run, nor could they escape.

They were squeezed in the middle, the front ones blocked by those behind, the back ones pushed by those even further behind.

They could only stand there, being burned to death, turning into ash.

The fire burned brighter and brighter, the temperature rising higher and higher, and even standing on the platform, Wang Lin could feel the heat wave rushing toward him.

Dealing with zombies one by one might be difficult.

Because they do not fear pain or death, brave as a suicide squad.

But a group of mindless zombies gathered together was easy to deal with.

A stench of corpses and black smoke drifted up from below.

Wang Lin raised his hand and waved it casually.

A gust of wind blew from his palm.

The wind swept up the smoke, and the smoke carried the ash, drifting off in another direction.

After a while, the sea of fire dissipated.

Those thousands of zombies had now turned to ash.

Wang Lin withdrew his gaze, walked to the edge of the platform, and jumped down.

Beneath his feet, his cyan Wind Ability ignited, supporting his body as he glided through the air like a soaring bird.

He avoided the corpse ash below, as well as any zombies that might not have been fully dead.

Then his feet touched the ground.

He then walked toward the town in the distance.

Occasionally he would encounter a few straggling zombies, and they would lunge at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin did not stop; he just raised his hand, one punch, and smashed a skull;

another punch, and smashed another skull.

Just then, a roar came from the other side.

Wang Lin turned his head to look, and saw a small figure standing in the middle of several zombie corpses.

It was Su Tang; she was holding a short blade in her hand, with black blood still dripping from it.

After she killed those zombies, she turned her head, her gaze landing on Wang Lin.

Her eyes lit up, and she called out: "Brother Wang Lin!"

Wang Lin ignored her.

Su Tang trotted over, her ponytail swinging back and forth behind her like a happy tail.

"Brother Wang Lin, it's so good that you're okay!"

"I was so worried about you."

Wang Lin gave a grunt of acknowledgment, turned around, and continued walking toward the town.

Su Tang followed him.

She just followed behind Wang Lin, quiet and still.

The two walked for about a quarter of an hour.

A few more zombies appeared ahead.

Wang Lin just raised his hand and extended his Tentacles.

The Tentacles split into three, piercing through the three zombies in front of him respectively.

Clean and efficient, without any unnecessary movements.

Su Tang clapped her little hands and shouted: "Brother Wang Lin, so amazing, I'm so scared!"

As she spoke, she moved closer to Wang Lin.

Her hand reached out from behind her, holding a short blade.

There was no reflection on the blade, because she was gripping the blade with her thumb and index finger, blocking all the light.

The hilt was hidden in her sleeve, the tip pointing forward, the blade lying flat against her arm.

Her movements were very natural.

Her expression remained as sweet and obedient as ever.

Then she moved.

Like a snake, she slid silently from Wang Lin's side.

Her arm shot out from her sleeve, and the short blade, like an arrow released from a bowstring, stabbed into Wang Lin's back.

The blade entered from his back and pierced through his chest.

Her movements were too fast.

So fast that before the sound of the stabbing could even be heard, the tip of the blade had already emerged from Wang Lin's chest.

Her movements were too precise.

So precise that the blade passed exactly through the gap between his ribs, hitting nothing, stabbing directly into his heart.

Her movements were too ruthless.

So ruthless that after the blade stabbed in, she twisted it with force.

Fresh blood dripped from Wang Lin's chest, one drop, two drops, three drops.

The blade had pierced Wang Lin's heart; even if he were a god, he could not stop the loss of life.