Cultivating Immortality in the Winter Wasteland.

Chapter 174: Unknown Aura
The young man on the motorcycle came in front of the zombie in a suit, drifted, and at the critical moment, slashed the zombie's neck with a knife!

Normal bullets have no effect on the zombies in winter, and ordinary knives are useless against them.

But the young man chopped the zombie's head off with his knife, cleanly and neatly.

Then, three more zombies came up, one male and one female.

The young man suddenly stepped on the accelerator and did not fight with the zombies.
Said to the old man with gray hair:

"Uncle, hurry up and get in the car, this thing is too fierce!"

The old man looked stunned, then recovered and prepared to get on the bus.

But at this moment, a zombie used its hands and feet, its movements suddenly accelerated, and pounced on him like a jackal!
"Hold!"

The young man on the motorcycle cursed, turned the motorcycle around and rammed into it!

The zombie's body was shaken by the collision, and he swung the knife violently, chopping off the zombie's head!

His skills are indeed good, but he does not seem to have received any professional training, nor is he a genetic warrior.
Two more zombies came at him one after another, and he was unable to cope with them.

The young man's face turned pale and his heart sank.

"Ruined!"

Gunshots rang out, and the head of the fastest zombie was instantly smashed.
Another zombie rushed over, right in the blind spot of the young man with the knife.

He couldn't help but feel a dangerous aura.

But the zombie did not pounce on him, and another loud noise was heard in his ears.

The young man turned around and saw that the zombie had been kicked in half, with the two broken sections twitching on the ground.

The young man on the motorcycle was still in shock.
It took him a moment to notice that it was a stern-faced young man who saved him, holding a submachine gun in his hand.

The zombies that had erupted here were dealt with, and the young man on the motorcycle bowed and said, "Thank you."

"Friend, are you just going to rush forward with a knife in your hand without even a gun?" Chen Wang said.

The young man blushed and said, "I'm in a hurry to save someone."

Chen Wang recognized the young man. He was the one who drank with Jasmine in the bar that day and the day Jasmine's car was stolen.
The will-o'-the-wisp boy who rode a motorcycle and knocked the zombie away.

Hearing his answer, Chen Wang thought to himself, "As expected of you."

The image of the young man riding his motorcycle and swearing while crashing into zombies that day is still fresh in Chen Wang’s mind.

The gray-haired old man also came over and thanked him: "Thank you very much."

Chen Wang nodded.

Then his eyes fell on the long sword in the young man's hand.
The shape of this long sword is somewhat similar to a samurai sword, but it is slightly different. The brass hilt and the rope wrapped around it are also very exquisite.

The young man held up the motorcycle with a knife and started it again.

"Brother, my name is Zhu Qi, what's your name?"

asked the young man.

"My name is Chen Wang." Chen Wang said lightly.

The young man named Zhu Qi was stunned for a moment: "Chen Wang? Is he the Chen Wang who killed dozens of third-level soldiers of the church? The legendary mysterious fourth-level master!?"

“………………”Chen Wang.

The story became more and more outrageous, and now he is already a fourth-level master...

"Who the hell is spreading this?" Chen Wang thought to himself.

"Brother Chen, you saved me and my uncle today. From now on, your business will be my business. If you need my help, just let me know."

Zhu Qi patted his chest and said this, with a very gangster vibe.

Chen Wang smiled and said, "Okay."

Zhu Qi looked around and said to the gray-haired old man, "Second uncle, wait for me here."

The old man nodded. Zhu Qi rode past on his motorcycle and came to where he had just come from. He bent down and reached out his hand like he was riding a horse.
He picked up the scabbard directly and rode back.

He put the knife back into the scabbard and gave it to Chen Wang.

"Brother Chen, I see you don't have anything good, this knife is very sharp, I'll give it to you as a gift."

Zhu Qi said generously, his eyes extremely sincere.

After Chen Wang took the knife, he felt it was cold to the touch.
As a cultivator, he could feel the strong resentment on the knife, which had killed many people.

"Where did you get this knife?" Chen Wang asked.

This Zhu Qi obviously doesn't look like the kind of expert who kills people without warning.

Zhu Qi said, "I found it in the alley ahead. There was a dead man there, holding this knife in his hand. I saw it was very sharp, so I took it and used it."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the frightened old man.

"Brother Chen, I'm leaving with my second uncle first. If you need me, please send someone to Huiquan Commercial Bank to find me. I'm working there."

Zhu Qi said.

Chen Wang nodded.

Zhu Qi roared away on his motorcycle.

"If ordinary people use this knife, they may easily encounter unexpected events." Chen Wang thought to himself.

This knife contains resentment, and if used for a long time, it can corrode people's hearts.

An ordinary person who cannot suppress this resentment is likely to encounter a bloody disaster.

Chen Wang shook his head and put the knife on the car.

This thing is of little use to me, so it doesn't have much impact. But if Zhu Qi continues to use it, I'm afraid he will be dead.

"It is extremely rare to use cold weapons in the dead of winter." Chen Wang thought for a moment and suddenly stopped.

"The last time we cleaned up the remains of the hospital, the invisible woman used a long knife."

Chen Wang parked the car aside and walked towards the alley that Zhu Qi had mentioned with the long knife.

Zombie outbreaks are commonplace, and at this point they are no longer surprising, except for being frightening.

The same is true for Chen Wang.

With the help of the long sword, he came to the alley and saw the man lying in a pool of blood.

Chen Wang had excellent eyesight and could see the man's appearance clearly before he even approached.
This man in his thirties, with deep facial features, was beaten to a pulp, with blood all over the floor.
He was already dead at this time.

Chen Wang came to the man and checked him, and found calluses on his hands, which seemed to be left by years of holding a knife.

I touched another bronze plate on him and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Everything will eventually pass, and the gods will eventually rule the world."

Seeing this familiar sentence, Chen Wang frowned.

“He’s from the church.”

The remnants of a church were killed in a remote alley and their bodies were left unattended.

Chen Wang felt a little strange, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Then I searched this person for some clues.
But nothing was discovered.

"His bronze medal was not taken, his knife was not taken, and his body was not taken away."

"It doesn't seem like it was done by an official organization, but if it was done by a freelancer, they wouldn't give up the opportunity to get the bounty."

Chen Wang's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

Somewhat curious.

(End of this chapter)