Chapter Fifteen Traffic

  When Wu Xiaotian had enough fun with the zombies on the bus, he used the long-handled axe to pry open the front door of the bus.

  This is an old bus, and behind the front door there are two flights of stairs. Those zombies see that there is no longer any obstruction between them and food, so they all rush over, but the door can only hold one zombie at most.

  After opening the car door, Wu Xiaotian was already waiting in ambush.

  Because some of the zombies were squeezed out, and others were still stretching their claws near the car window, trying to grab food with their claws.

  Looking at those zombies, only one could come into contact with Wu Xiaotian. After that, Wu Xiaotian was very leisurely, stabbing them one by one, and the zombies were also quite cooperative, coming down one by one.

  Wu Xiaotian's face was filled with the bodies of zombies, mostly elderly zombies with white hair, while young zombies accounted for only about one-third. Turning back to look at the bus, there were only a few zombies left. Helplessly looking at those white-haired zombie corpses was extremely frustrating. In the past when taking the bus to work, it was discovered that during rush hour, there were only three types of people on the bus: working professionals, students going to school, and elderly people going out to play. Every time after finally squeezing onto the bus and sitting down in a seat, upon arriving at the station, one would hear the endless "Concessionary card, old-age card."

  (I'm writing this not out of respect for the elderly, but it's just a fact.)

  After slaughtering a whole car of zombies, it was discovered that this car of zombies didn't contribute even the slightest bit of evolution energy, causing Wu Xiaotian to curse them for being stingy.

  "Miser." He muttered to himself, his eyes no longer on the zombie corpses, for Wu Xiaotian had found something good.

  A bicycle fell on the non-motorized lane, Wu Xiaotian immediately ran over to look at this bike that was already outdated for N years.

  After straightening the bicycle, pedaled twice and found that this "Phoenix" old-fashioned bicycle was still usable after being rained for nearly half a month. After fixing the long-handled axe on the bicycle, started riding.

  "What a great bike!" sighed as he rode his bicycle. The old thing is just good, don't mention the stuff nowadays, mass-produced bicycles now can't even withstand being rained on for half a month, if it doesn't rust after two days of rain, then that's already considered the manufacturer doing you justice.

  "There was a girl in the village named Xiaofang, who was beautiful and kind-hearted." Humming an old song, riding an outdated bicycle, Wu Xiaotian seemed to have returned to his middle school days.

  No matter how many zombies were sandwiched between cars on the main road, Wu Xiaotian rode his motorcycle over the overpass.

  Looking at the various cars stuck at the intersection, there were all sorts of people on them. Wu Xiaotian said leisurely, "The morning rush hour is really harmful." The day the doomsday virus broke out was around 9 am, which was indeed the peak hour for every city. Simply passing through the intersection, riding a bicycle is good, won't encounter the morning rush hour, won't encounter the evening rush hour, and can also exercise the body.

  Just as Wu Xiaotian was appreciating the benefits of cycling, a zombie suddenly pounced on him from the grass in the green belt next to him. When Wu Xiaotian felt the foul-smelling airflow, it was already too late. The zombie directly knocked Wu Xiaotian and his bike to the ground.

  Wu Xiaotian immediately sprang up from a somersault, fixed his eyes on the zombie, and saw that it was on all fours, its head raised with a fierce gaze staring at Wu Xiaotian. As soon as Wu Xiaotian moved, it would pounce again.

  The sharp fingernails of the zombie shone with a metallic luster in the morning sunlight, making them extremely dazzling.

  Hunter! Wu Xiaotian recognized this variant zombie, with its extremely fast speed, agile movements, and sharp claws being its distinctive features. It liked to pounce on survivors, using its sharp claws to rip open their chest cavity and extract their heart, which was its favorite pastime. However, Wu Xiaotian discovered that this zombie was even faster than in the game. If it were at the speed of the game, Wu Xiaotian was confident that he could dodge its attacks even on a bicycle.

  It's obviously more terrifying than the Hunter in the game, not just its speed, but also its instincts. Just like seeing T1 before, Wu Xiaotian called it H1, and Wu Xiaotian was relieved that it didn't directly pounce on him.

  It is now like a beast looking for an opportunity to attack.

  Slowly, H1 began to revolve around Wu Xiaotian as its center, forming a circular motion.

  Wu Xiaotian took a deep breath and quickly drew out his twin blades from their scabbards.

  Just as Wu Xiaotian drew his sword, H1 launched an attack.

  Wu Xiaotian could only feel H1 attacking him, and by the time he managed to raise his Tang knife in a defensive posture, his arm had already been slashed with several bloody gashes. As soon as he sensed H1 launching an attack on his back, Wu Xiaotian dodged it with a sidestep.

  At this time, Wu Xiaotian found that he couldn't see the H1 attack at all, but could only see its afterimage and feel it. The speed of the H1 was getting faster and faster, while Wu Xiaotian vainly used dance steps to dodge, every time dodging afterwards although not being attacked in vital parts, his body had been cut open more than a dozen times.

  Those zombies trapped in the car went crazy and started banging on the doors after smelling the bloody smell.

  The "slap......" sound was particularly jarring on the quiet main road, while H1 lay on top of a double-decker bus listening to these sounds, it seemed very pleased with itself, like a victorious bullfighter in a Spanish bullring.

  "Bang, bang, bang", the sounds grew louder and more frequent, as more zombies caught wind of Wu Xiaotian's blood scent, frantically pounding on the car window, eager to burst out and have breakfast with H1.

  "Ugh......" The sound from H1 made the ordinary zombies stop their movements. Just as it was about to deliver the final blow, Wu Xiaotian took off his tattered clothes, revealing strong and perfect muscles. Wu Xiaotian's muscles were not like those of a bodybuilder, with explosive power, but rather long and smooth, giving people a sense of strength and flexibility coexisting.

  Wu Xiaotian lowered his head to see that the wounds on his arm and waist had been restored by his abnormal recovery ability, raised his right hand holding the Tang knife, with the tip of the knife pointing at H1.

  H1 saw Wu Xiaotian's provocation and got angry. It was a prey that provoked him, although this prey was stronger than other preys, but it could not escape its sharp claws' slaughter. Its instinct was to slaughter, massacre. It wanted to massacre this prey to death, just like the previous ones.

  A man stood up on the roof of a bus and launched an attack.

  When Wu Xiaotian saw H1 stand up, he knew it was going to launch an attack. His feet were not steady, and his hands holding the knife naturally drooped down. He smiled at H1, then closed his eyes, waiting for H1's attack.