Fang Xinhan stepped onto the hoverboard and flew dozens of meters off the ground, surveying the entire town at an extremely fast speed.
Fang Xinhan looked down, and below him were all sorts of 'people' walking aimlessly with their heads down.
Fang Xinhan flew in circles around the town, memorizing the terrain as he went.
In just a short while, Fang Xinhan had already recorded the full layout of the town.
He then marked several areas with dense zombie populations. After completing these tasks, he began to look into the distance to see if there were any human encampment buildings.
Relying on the hoverboard's flight speed of nearly Mach 1,
Fang Xinhan quickly inspected the area several kilometers around the town.
Finally, his persistence paid off. Fang Xinhan discovered a human encampment 5 kilometers west of the town.
"Let them go to the encampment first; we can slowly clear out these zombies later."
Fang Xinhan made an emergency stop, turned 180 degrees, and flew back in the direction he came from.
The people still at the original spot were on high alert.
Qin An, who had been smoking, quietly put his cigarette away as soon as he saw Lin Weiwei.
Yuan Qingchen, wearing his Ultraman mask, showed no expression, only silently wiping the white sheath given to him by Fang Xinhan.
Lin Yue and Lin Weiwei, on the other hand, were much quieter. They simply found a place to sit and rest.
The sonic boom grew from distant to near, finally diminishing as it approached the Players.
Fang Xinhan leaped, putting the hoverboard back into his backpack, then glided to appear before everyone.
"You're grinding so much; can your shoes handle it?"
Qin An looked at the marks on the ground and couldn't help but ask.
"It's fine. I found a nearby human encampment, but to get there, we have to pass through that gas station."
Fang Xinhan said, pointing to the location of the gas station to the west, then added,
"There's also a car at the gas station. Just drive straight for five kilometers, and you'll reach the encampment."
"Is there any danger?"
Lin Yue asked.
"Yes, so later, Qingshui and I will attract the zombies' attention. Old Brother Qin, you all can take the opportunity to slip away; don't worry about us."
Fang Xinhan drew a simple map on the ground with a stick, showing the route from their current location to the gas station west of the town.
"You'll pass through two intersections, and there are many zombies near both of them. When we pass these two intersections later, Qingshui and I will each cover one side, and you all just run towards the gas station."
"Are there zombies at the gas station?"
Qin An was afraid that there would still be zombies attacking them even after reaching the gas station.
"I cleared out the gas station beforehand when I came back, but I'm not sure if there are any hidden mutated types."
It's hilarious; Fang Xinhan had killed all the hostile creatures that could be marked on the mini-map in the gas station. Unless zombies automatically respawn, it's impossible for zombies to ambush them.
Fang Xinhan then took Yuan Qingchen's hand and handed him the fireworks rocket.
"This is a fireworks rocket. With it, you'll be able to attract more zombies."
"Thank you, Blockhead."
"You're welcome, Ultraman."
Watching the two of them converse, the somewhat tense atmosphere instantly dissipated.
The operation began. Before reaching the intersection, they only needed to walk normally.
So, they walked while observing their surroundings, as if they weren't on a mission but merely taking a stroll.
After walking for a while, the group reached the first intersection. They could see many zombies aimlessly wandering on both sides of the street.
"Qingshui, get ready. Let's set off some fire-works."
Fang Xinhan fired a fireworks rocket into the zombie horde. The zombies, hearing the explosion, all walked towards where the fireworks had detonated.
Yuan Qingchen also mimicked Fang Xinhan's actions perfectly, while Qin An led Lin Yue and Lin Weiwei to quickly run towards the next intersection.
Once the three had gone some distance, Fang Xinhan and Yuan Qingchen also followed.
Upon reaching the next intersection, everyone discovered a mutated zombie resembling a crawling animal on the roof of a distant car.
The mutated type saw Fang Xinhan and his group. It let out a loud roar and charged towards them on all fours.
"Something's not quite right. Qingshui, go with them this time."
Yuan Qingchen said nothing at this sight, so he followed Qin An and the other two towards the final gas station.
Seeing that his teammates had left, Fang Xinhan drew his Great Katana and aimed it at the zombie that looked like a reptile.
"You seem to have some intelligence."
Fang Xinhan watched as the crawling zombie, running on all fours, suddenly stopped and then began to shriek and call out.
Immediately, countless zombies surged towards them. Among them, Fang Xinhan could even see zombies about two meters tall, dragging giant hammers.
"Oh? So you feel danger and called all the surrounding zombies over? Good, no need to gather them myself."
<Xin Bu Re: Qingshui, you all go first. Message me when you reach the western encampment.>
<Qingshui: No problem.>
Fang Xinhan took a deep breath and then charged into the horde. At this moment, he was like a warrior in a zombie pile, unleashing a powerful attack.
With a swift swing of his blade, a head flew high into the air, tracing a graceful arc.
After about five minutes of 'cutting through melons and vegetables' to clear out the ordinary zombies,
the area near the intersection was now littered with corpses, with severed limbs everywhere. However, Fang Xinhan no longer felt the same discomfort he had experienced when seeing the gruesome slaughterhouse in Mist Town.
The crawling zombie, 10 meters in front of Fang Xinhan, saw the danger he posed and dared not act rashly.
Fang Xinhan also looked at it, then glanced at the kill count on his Great Katana.
<Kill Count: 555>
It is well-known that the population of small towns in the United States has no fixed standard. Their size varies greatly, ranging from dozens to thousands or even tens of thousands of people.
The place Fang Xinhan and his group were in was one of those less populated towns, with a total population of almost 560 people. Now, Fang Xinhan had almost wiped out the entire town.
"Alright, I'll finish up after taking care of you."
The crawling zombie seemed to understand what Fang Xinhan said and immediately turned and left. It seemed to have made some kind of decision and didn't look back even once.
"Fourth Form - Treading the Stars."
With player attributes close to Lv20, Fang Xinhan wouldn't let this zombie escape. He immediately used the Falling Sky Art, moving incredibly fast, with only afterimages visible to the naked eye.
The crawling zombie felt a sudden dizzying sensation, then saw a headless corpse. It was still confused, but its vision could no longer move.
Possessing basic intelligence, it didn't understand, and it never would now.
"There weren't many people in this town after all." Fang Xinhan looked at his Great Katana, whose durability was almost at rock bottom again, and then used some rotten flesh to consume some Glory Points and repair it.
"Once I reach a thousand kills, I'll replicate a few for backup."
Fang Xinhan stretched, pulled out his hoverboard, stepped on it, and flew towards the remaining red dots on the mini-map.
(PS: Hot tip: The Offering Plate can replicate a broken sword to farm Soul Essence.)