Chapter 109: Graduation Season

Stepping onto the campus.

A decayed corpse lay sprawled on the ground, beyond any hope of mutation—its body was so ravaged it was unrecognizable. Its neck had been gnawed through, and the abdomen was nothing but pits of blood, writhing with maggots.

Crunch.

If a proper young lady had come across this grisly sight, she would have inevitably doubled over, retching uncontrollably—at best, a bitter bile would have been expelled.

Yet, in this utterly terrifying atmosphere, the sound of someone chewing shrimp chips suddenly came from behind Fan Li.

Ellie had discovered a new world.

Not just chips—she had found an abundance of delicious snacks. Along the way, even her work ethic slackened; she no longer struck at zombies proactively but wandered lazily, munching as she went. It was less survival and more like a carefree stroll through the mountains.

“Shh!”

Though she knew Ellie couldn’t see, Fan Li still made a gesture to hush.

Crunch.

Clearly, Fan Li’s attempt failed. For Ellie, things like corpses were simply out of sight, out of mind. The snacks, however, were paramount.

Fan Li even wondered whether Ellie’s constant snacking would cause her to gain weight. Would a little chubby figure wielding a hammer to chase zombies become a liability in combat?

With this thought, a sense of urgency crept in. He resolved to strictly control Ellie’s diet from now on. Feeding on the blood strands within zombie corpses to replenish her body was the true path. As for chips and sugary drinks, those should be minimized.

A zombie appeared before Fan Li, dressed in janitorial uniform—clearly a school employee.

This zombie was quite agile, but Fan Li was faster.

His figure flashed forward; the zombie, reckless, swung its arms, trying to tear at Fan Li’s flesh.

But Fan Li was experienced. Just as he was about to close the distance, he suddenly swung his blade, striking the zombie’s forehead.

Whoosh!

A white flash cut through the air.

[Kill count +1]

Fan Li had long left the novice stage. His strikes were swift and decisive—never hesitant. Killing zombies had become instinctive.

Muscle memory.

Just like a renowned chef knows which cut of meat is best, Fan Li knew precisely where a zombie’s fatal weak spot lay.

He pressed forward steadily. The few zombies roaming the campus were no real threat. Repeating the same motion, he smoothly entered the corridor of the school building.

Once a place of learning, now ravaged by zombies, the school was soaked in blood and gore, testing one’s psychological endurance. It was impossible to tell how many had died in this long corridor.

Except for the emergency lights hanging on the walls, the corridor was plunged into darkness. The dim, gray passage was smeared with congealed bloodstains, chilling to the bone.

Scattered around were severed limbs left by zombies, torn clothing fragments, and finger bones lying in corners.

The stench of decay instantly invaded Fan Li’s nostrils.

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