Chapter 1129: Chapter 1129

Whether it’s the Creators or the zombie tide,

they’re something everyone fears.

But in Lin Fan’s eyes, they can be seen as points, and clearing them out means one less wave of harmful zombies in the world.

"Zhu Cheng, how many Creators are there?"

Lin Fan asked, no matter how many Creators there are, to him they are all the same. He truly treats them equally; whether they’re Creators or ordinary zombies, they’re all just a piece of cake to be dealt with by a single sword.

"There’s only one Creator, but there are quite a few Evolutionary Zombies."

Zhu Cheng was dazzled by the crystallized eyes of Evolutionary Zombies, especially when they gather together. Observing them is a test for him; if it weren’t for his good vision, he’d likely be blinded.

Lin Fan nodded, looking very relaxed, sniffing and saying, "What a fragrant smell, the smell of hotpot, I’m sure of it."

The patroller replied, "Brother Lin, you’ve got a sharp nose, we were just eating hotpot when the zombies suddenly came."

When it came to food, Lin Fan was quite interested.

His favorite was hotpot.

When conditions weren’t ideal, he often made it himself at home.

"What dishes did you prepare?" Lin Fan asked curiously.

The patroller replied, "Well... we’ve got meat, vegetables, ham, stuff like that. The ingredients are quite diverse, and the base is from famous hotpot shop packages."

"Oh, turn off the heat, otherwise the broth might dry up if you cook too long."

Lin Fan reminded them, although this reminder seemed out of place given the current situation.

After all, it’s a very serious scene right now.

There’s hotpot in the back.

And in front, there’s a vast wave of zombies and one Creator.

If any survivor were to confront this situation, they’d definitely overturn the table—forget the hotpot, either run or fight, no other options.

"Don’t worry, Brother Lin, I turned off the hotpot before coming out; after we handle this, let’s enjoy some together," invited the patroller. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✦𝓷𝓮𝓽

"Sounds good, I’m quite fond of hotpot."

Lin Fan didn’t decline; delicious food is irresistible to anyone.

The old Zhong group exchanged glances, blinking at each other, revealing confusion in their eyes.

They really wanted to say, "Bro... can we give a bit of respect to the approaching zombie tide? At least there’s one Creator in it."

Talking about hotpot now, is it fitting?

It’s really disrespectful to the Creator.

the zombie tide approached nearer, almost reaching the edge of the Cross-river Bridge.

The Creator within the zombie tide continued to incite the zombies.

"Charge, charge fiercely."

The incited zombies naturally roared, their primal ferocity fully unleashed, with no other thought than to wipe out the humans in front completely.

The Creator hiding within the zombie tide sensed something amiss.

According to the intelligence provided, a powerful Creator was supposed to come hunt down the human Lin Fan. But seeing the situation ahead, something seems off.

Having evolved to this extent requires not only intelligence but caution.

Before knowing about Lin Fan from Sunshine Shelter in Huang City, no zombie was afraid of humans.

Meeting one meant attacking, and victory was sure to be on the zombie side.

The Creator ordered a halt, sensing something wrong and thinking to survey from a distance first.

However, the zombies in full sprint heard the command, but their legs couldn’t stop easily; once started, inertia was hard to counter.

The zombies in the front stabilized their stance, but the ones behind collided continuously, wave after wave, turning an orderly formation into complete chaos.

Some zombies had their insides crushed by the robust Evolutionary Zombies, bursting their bodies.

Some had their heads crushed, directly splattering.

The scene was chaotic.

Lin Fan hadn’t even acted, but the zombie tide, running too fast and stopping too quickly, resulted in collisions and trampling.

Really a bad situation.

Old Zhong: "What’s going on, how did the zombies suddenly turn into a mess?"

Zhu Cheng: "Could it be that some zombies in the front have stiff legs, running until their legs gave out?"

Wang Kai: "Stiff legs, how could zombies have stiff legs? I think they were stunned by Lin Fan’s aura."

Everyone’s gaze fell on Wang Kai.

That was a perfectly timed compliment; others trying to match it would struggle.

"Why are you all looking at me? Did I say something wrong?" Wang Kai asked, surprised.

He was just expressing what he thought.

Seemed like nothing wrong to him.

Everyone shook their heads, expressing agreement, saying he was spot on, nothing wrong at all.

The previously chaotic zombie tide gradually calmed down, after adjustment, the impulsive zombies returned to their original calmness.

The Creator within the tide observed the distant situation.

In front, not to mention a Creator, not even an ordinary zombie was present.

The Creator began doubting.

Could it be the zombie that informed it was lying?

Or perhaps the powerful Creator hasn’t arrived yet, and it just came early.