I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

His silver hair fell like a waterfall, his brows revealed a cold beauty, his slender but powerful fingers were holding an ice-blue sword, the sword exuded a faint chill.

Standing beside Zhang Chen, she whispered, "My lord, the news from the south has been confirmed. The goods have been robbed and the escort team has been wiped out." Her voice was cold, but it contained a hint of murderous intent.

Chapter 758: Going South to Suppress Bandits

Zhang Chen turned around, his eyes swept across her face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a playful smile: "Total destruction?"

"You are so brave." He narrowed his eyes, raised his slender fingers from the railing, and flicked them lightly. An invisible force of energy shattered the iron cup next to him. "You dare to touch my Zhang Chen's things in the end times. I want to see which immortal is so fearless of death."

Ling Shuang lowered her head slightly, a glimmer of admiration flashing in her eyes.

She was so happy that her lord was angry, and this anger would inevitably spread to the south.

This way, you can travel with your master.

The next morning, the sky was gloomy, with dark clouds overhead, and the air was filled with a damp smell of blood.

Zhang Chen was dressed in black, with a dark gold dagger on his waist, and a group of beautiful maids followed behind him.

Behind him is the fire-type mutant Honglian, with flaming red hair, sexy and hot, holding a long chain with a tiny flame burning on it.

And the wind-type mutant Qing Yuan, who has a pretty face with a hint of playfulness and a circle of tiny flying blades wrapped around her wrists.

At the entrance of the camp, the soldiers who stayed behind shouted in unison: "The Lord is mighty!"

"Sweep the South!" The voice shook the sky with exaggerated fanaticism.

Zhang Chen waved his hand lazily, with a curled mouth: "Alright, stop shouting like you're attending a funeral. I'm going to kill people, not to die."

The soldiers burst into laughter, and some even patted their chests exaggeratedly: "With the Lord leading the team, those southern chickens and clay dogs are scared to death!"

The convoy roared off, and the huge armored vehicles rolled across the wilderness, raising dust under their tires.

Zhang Chen leaned back in the leather chair in the car, his legs casually resting on the armrest, holding a wine glass in one hand with scarlet liquid swaying in the glass.

He glanced at the camp gradually receding outside the window and whispered, "I've been living too comfortably these days. My bones have become soft."

"That's great. I'll take you out for some practice, kill some zombies, and clean up those ignorant bastards."

Ling Shuang sat opposite him and snorted coldly: "Master, those zombies are just appetizers. The really interesting ones are those who dare to steal our goods."

With a light stroke of the finger, a line of ice condensed out of thin air and hung in the air, exuding an overwhelming chill.

Honglian chuckled at the side, and her fiery red nails lightly scratched the handle of the whip: "Yeah, I haven't burned a living person for a long time, and my hands are itching."

Qing Yuan held up his chin and added lazily, "I hope they run faster, otherwise it will be boring to kill them."

Zhang Chen listened to their conversation and laughed even louder, but a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Don't worry, no one can escape."

As the convoy reached the wilderness, they heard low roars in the distance and a swarm of zombies came like a tide.

Their rotting limbs emitted a foul stench in the sunlight, their eye sockets were sunken, and black and red liquid flowed from their mouths.

Zhang Chen pushed the door open, jumped out of the car, and stretched his neck, his joints making crisp sounds. He looked back at the maids and waved lazily, "Go ahead, warm up, don't let me down."

Ling Shuang was the first to rush out, her silver hair flying. She tapped the ground lightly with her toes, and her whole body swept towards the group of zombies like a stream of ice-blue light.

"Thousands of miles of ice!" She shouted softly and swung her sword. The sword energy turned into countless ice spikes, instantly freezing the zombies in the front row into ice sculptures. Then she stepped on them, and the ice sculptures shattered, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

There was no ripple on her face, she just said coldly: "Too weak."

Honglian followed closely behind, swung his whip, flames exploded, and more than a dozen zombies were engulfed by the flames, burning with a crackling sound.

Taste the deliciousness of blood.

“This smell is really exciting!”

Qing Yuan stood in the distance. With a flick of her wrist, the flying blade shot out like the wind, and each strike accurately cut off the head of the zombie. As she killed, she muttered, "It's really not challenging, my lord. Let's go to the south quickly."

Zhang Chen stood there, his hands in his pockets, watching the scene with interest.

His eyes occasionally swept over Ling Shuang's agile figure, and he thought to himself: These girls really didn't make me raise them in vain. The roars of the zombies were gradually replaced by the sounds of killing, the yellow sand was dyed red by blood, and the air was filled with a strong fishy smell.

In the distance, a huge mutant zombie roared and rushed over. It was three meters tall, with muscles all over its body and claws as sharp as knives.

Ling Shuang frowned and was about to take action, but Zhang Chen raised his hand to stop her: "This one belongs to me." He walked forward slowly with a smile on his lips, and slowly unsheathed the dark gold dagger in his right hand.

The zombies roared and pounced towards him. Zhang Chen's figure flashed and the knife flashed like lightning. Only a slight sound was heard in the air, and the zombie's huge body froze, and then fell to the ground with a bang, its head rolled off, and blood gushed out.

After shaking off the blood on the knife, she turned to look at the maids and said in a relaxed tone: "How is your knife skills, Master?"

Honglian clapped her hands exaggeratedly: "Master is so handsome!"

Qing Yuan curled her lips: "It's just so-so." Ling Shuang didn't say anything, but walked forward silently, using her ice ability to freeze the blood on the ground, and said coldly: "Don't waste time, there is a feast waiting for us in the south."

Zhang Chen laughed and clapped his hands: "Let's go, continue heading south. Anyone who dares to touch my things, I will make them kneel down and beg me to kill them!" The convoy started again, and murderous intent spread in the wilderness.

In a deserted city in the south, the leader of the robbery group is a burly man with a face full of flesh, nicknamed "Iron Bear".

He sat in the dilapidated warehouse, holding a bright red apple snatched from Zhang Chen's camp in his hand. He took a big bite and the juice flowed down the corners of his mouth.

"That kid from Beijiang is really good at growing fruits, but it's a pity that he won't live long."

The men burst into laughter, and one flattered him, "Brother Xiong is mighty. Who the heck is Zhang Chen? How dare he come to the south? Let's make sure he never comes back!"

Tiexiong nodded proudly and slapped his rough hands on the table: "I want to see what kind of trouble he can make with those women!"

Outside the warehouse, the wind started to pick up, and the roar of engines could be heard in the distance. Tie Xiong stood up suddenly, squinting his eyes to look out the window, his expression slightly changed: "You came so quickly? Humph, you have guts! Brothers, grab your weapons and get ready to work!"

At this moment, Zhang Chen's convoy was approaching, with wheels rolling over gravel and raising dust.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the murderous intent in his eyes was like a knife: "Girls, are you ready? At the next stop, kill him and make a river of blood flow!"

The sky is filled with yellow sand, and the desert is like a golden ocean, stretching endlessly.

The scorching sun burned the earth, the air twisted and heat waves rose, and the sand dunes in the distance seemed to melt under the high temperature, and the edges were blurred.

The wind whistled past, rolling up tiny grains of sand which hit the armored shell of the RV, making crisp "pa pa" sounds, like a never-ending drumbeat.

Occasionally, a few dead camel thorn trees swayed in the wind, and their dry branches rustled in the wind, like the last struggle in the end of the world.

Chapter 759 Vacation ~ Killing zombies to practice

It’s a different world inside the RV.

Zhang Chen leaned lazily on the large leather sofa, his legs casually resting on the armrests, his black clothes loosely open, revealing his strong chest.

Holding a bunch of crystal clear purple grapes in his hand, he half-closed his eyes and enjoyed this moment of comfort.

The air conditioner in the car was humming, and a cool breeze was blowing with a faint fruity scent.

The maid Bing Xin was kneeling on the carpet, and her slender fingers gently peeled a grape, revealing the juicy flesh.

She was dressed in white, with long black hair, a gentle beauty between her eyebrows, and her movements were soft but extremely skilled.

"Master, open your mouth." Bing Xin's voice was as soft as water. She handed the peeled grapes to Zhang Chen's lips. Her fingertips accidentally touched his lower lip. The cool touch made a smile flash in Zhang Chen's eyes.

He opened his mouth and took a bite, the juice burst on the tip of his tongue, it was sweet with a hint of coolness, so comfortable that he couldn't help but hum softly.

"Well, not bad, Bingxin's cooking skills are getting better and better." He praised lazily, stretched out his hand and gently pinched her chin, causing Bingxin's cheeks to blush slightly. She lowered her head and whispered, "As long as the master is satisfied."

Bing Xin served very attentively. Not only did she feed him grapes, she also brought a plate of chilled honeydew melon, cut it into thin slices, picked it up with a silver fork, and fed it into Zhang Chen's mouth piece by piece.

On the small table next to her was a glass of amber liquor. From time to time, she would pick up the glass and bring it to Zhang Chen's lips, carefully tilting the edge of the glass for fear of spilling a drop.

She looked at Zhang Chen intently, as if she was completing a sacred ritual.

Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes, enjoying the emperor-like treatment, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "This life is so comfortable that I don't want to move."

Inside the RV, a faint scent of sandalwood was burning in the incense burner. The curling smoke filled the air, interweaving with the fruity aroma, creating a luxurious and comfortable atmosphere.

The wind and sand were raging outside the window, and the sand hit the glass, making a harsh friction sound, but all this had nothing to do with Zhang Chen.

He leaned against the sofa, half-closed his eyes, and occasionally reached out to pat Bing Xin's head, as if he was teasing a well-behaved kitten.

At this moment, a low roar came from outside the RV, the sound came from far away, like the sound of the tide hitting the shore, with a rotten stench. Bing Xin was slightly startled, the silver fork in her hand stopped in mid-air, Zhang Chen opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

Glancing out through the car window, I saw dust rolling in the distance and a group of zombies rushing towards me like a tide.

Their rotting limbs swayed in the wind and sand, their skin was covered with dried blood, their eye sockets were sunken, and their mouths were filled with black and green pus. The stench drifted in with the wind, and it could make people dizzy even through the car window.

"Why did these bugs come to southern Xinjiang?" Zhang Chen frowned, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.

He sat up straight and casually threw a grape into his mouth. His brows furrowed even deeper as he chewed. "This taste is really disgusting." Bing Xin quickly put down the fruit plate and whispered, "Master, please sit down for a moment. I'll go and take care of it."

Zhang Chen waved his hand and said lazily: "No, let them practice, I'll just watch the fun."

Outside the RV, Ling Shuang was the first to jump out, her silver hair flying in the wind and sand. She snorted coldly, "A bunch of bugs, dare to block the road?"

With a wave of the long sword, the icy blue sword energy swept out, and the zombies in the front row were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, and then shattered with a "crack", and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Qing Yuan followed closely behind, flicking her wrist and shooting out flying blades like a gust of wind, each strike accurately severing the zombie's head. As she killed, she muttered, "This smell is really pungent."

Honglian, however, seemed to be given an injection of chicken blood, her face flushed with excitement.

She swung her long chain, flames exploded, and more than a dozen zombies were engulfed by the flames, burning with a sizzling sound, and a burnt smell filled the air.

"This smell is better than any perfume!" She was in the midst of killing, her chains dancing like a fire dragon, turning zombies into charcoal wherever she passed.

He even jumped onto a zombie's shoulder, and with a chain, he burned its head to ashes. When he landed, he made an exaggerated pose: "Master, do you think this move of mine is cool?"

Zhang Chen leaned against the window, holding his chin with one hand, watching the scene with interest, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Honglian, this girl, is really crazy about killing."

The speed of the RV did not slow down at all. The huge wheels rolled over the zombies blocking the road. The flesh and blood were crushed, and the "crackling" sound of broken bones mixed with the roar of the engine was like a bloody symphony.

Bing Xin stood beside him and said softly, "My Lord, it's very dirty outside, don't let it dirty your eyes." Zhang Chen laughed and patted her hands, "It's okay, I'm happy to see them killing happily."

The zombie tide was endless, the wind and sand were mixed with the smell of decay and burning, the scene was chaotic and bloody.

Ling Shuang stood in front of the convoy, chilling air emanating from her as she swung her sword. Her figure was like an elf in the ice and snow, elegant yet deadly.

A mutated zombie roared and pounced at her, but before its claws could touch her, they were blocked by an ice wall. Then she tapped her fingers lightly, and the ice wall exploded. The fragments pierced the zombie's body like knives, and blood gushed out.

Qing Yuan wandered around the edge of the zombie group, with flying blades flying at her fingertips like a deadly dance.

Occasionally she turned her head to glance at the RV and muttered, "The master is so relaxed, leaving all the dirty work to us." Before she finished her words, a zombie pounced on her. With a flash of her body, the flying blade pierced through the zombie's chin and went straight through the top of its head. When it landed, it shook its hand in disdain, "It's so dirty."

Honglian was completely blood-thirsty. Her laughter echoed in the wind and sand. Her long whip danced wildly like a fire snake, and every strike brought up a sea of ​​fire.

The zombies were burned black, with broken limbs scattered all over the ground. She stepped on the chest of a zombie, pulled the chain, and blew its head into pieces.

With dry lips and excitement in her eyes, she said, "This feels so good! Master, let me kill more next time!" Zhang Chen gave her a thumbs up through the car window and said lazily, "Okay, come back when you've killed enough."

The RV ran over the pile of corpses and continued to move south. There was a mess of blood and flesh under the wheels, leaving scarlet traces on the sand.

Zhang Chen leaned back on the sofa, took the wine glass handed to him by Bing Xin, took a sip, squinted his eyes and said: "These bugs are just appetizers, the real fun is waiting for us in the south."

Bing Xin lowered her head to peel grapes and said softly, "My Lord is wise." Zhang Chen laughed and patted her head, "Whether he is wise or not, we will see when we get to the south and deal with those bastards."

The convoy moved farther and farther away in the wind and sand, leaving behind it charred corpses and blood all over the ground, while ahead, murderous intent was quietly rising.

The convoy finally arrived at the deserted city in the south. The setting sun in the sky was as red as blood, dyeing the dilapidated city walls red.

The wind and sand gradually subsided, but a hint of heat and blood still remained in the air.

Chapter 760: Savage Land

Zhang Chen leaned against the window of the RV and lazily glanced at the deserted city - there were a few crumbling high-rise buildings among the broken walls, abandoned vehicles scattered on the streets, and a few zombies wandering in the distance.

He stretched himself and said casually, "This place looks shabby, but it's not lacking in popularity."

Ling Shuang pushed the door open and said in a cold voice: "Master, the hotel has been arranged. You can rest first. We will go to investigate the situation."

Zhang Chen waved his hand, his mouth curled up: "What's the hurry?"

"I've been traveling all this way, and the wind and sand have made me dirty. Let me wash myself first."

"Those bastards can't get away." He said this casually, as if dealing with the enemies who looted the goods was just a trivial matter of taking a walk after dinner.

Honglian chuckled at the side: "Master is right, let's enjoy ourselves first, there is no rush to kill people." Qingyuan rolled her eyes and muttered in a low voice: "You are so lazy, you really deserve to be the master."

The hotel that the maids had arranged in advance was located in the center of the deserted city. It was originally a five-star building before the end of the world. Although it is a bit dilapidated now, the exterior walls still retain some of its former glory.

The huge glass door reflected golden light in the sunset. Although the crystal chandelier in the hall was covered with dust, it still exuded a luxurious atmosphere.

Ling Shuang led people to clean up the place. All the zombies and dust were cleared away, and a faint smell of disinfectant filled the air.

The presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel is extremely luxurious.

The room was two hundred square meters in size, and the floor was covered with thick dark red carpet, which felt so soft when stepped on that it felt like walking on clouds.

In the center is a huge round bed with intricately carved patterns on the headboard and silk sheets glowing softly under the light.