Chapter Thirty-Nine: Cold and Warm

  When the bright moon slowly climbed up the sky.

  Wu Xiaotian and Du Ziteng finally arrived at the car sales market in the evening.

  "Ah, finally arrived!", Wu Xiaotian gazed at the car market that looked particularly desolate in the moonlight. Yes, he had finally arrived. Just coming out of his house to get to this car market, he had encountered so many dangers. It was unimaginable how many more dangers lay ahead on the road from Spring City to Yanjing.

  Du Ziteng directly exited the White Tiger's true body and stood shoulder to shoulder with Wu Xiaotian. The clean car market said to Wu Xiaotian beside him, "When the D virus broke out on Monday, this car market was open for business, and there must be zombies inside."

  "What you said is right, after all we still need to rest here at night, let's split up and clean up this car market first, after cleaning up the car market, we will meet here." After hearing Du Ziteng's words, he directly proposed a suggestion.

  Du Ziteng didn't respond and walked in one direction, Wu Xiaotian also didn't hesitate and went in another direction.

  The faint light swept across those high-end cars that were quietly listening, which was a stylish car in peacetime. In this doomsday, these high-end cars are just more beautiful coffins. The zombies won't attack you because of the stylish car you drive.

  Although these high-end cars are top-notch in terms of acceleration, vehicle stability and agility, they would be useless in a post-apocalyptic world with congested traffic, and if surrounded by zombies, one would be trapped to death. So now Wu Xiaotian doesn't even bother looking at these cool cars.

  Slowly searching for zombies, hoping to get rid of them as soon as possible. Wu Xiaotian searched everywhere, but those zombies seemed to have evaporated, not a single one in sight.

  Until Wu Xiaotian heard the zombies slapping things!

  The "slap, slap" sound grew louder and louder, Wu Xiaotian followed the sound and ran over.

  Soon, Wu Xiaotian saw a group of zombies surrounding a sales hall. Those zombies were frantically pounding on the glass of the sales hall, and the building's glass had already been pounded into huge cracks by them. If they added a bit more force, the glass would be destroyed immediately.

  Through the glass, you can see into the sales hall, and vaguely make out human figures.

  "Are there any survivors?"

  Wu Xiaotian swung his Tang knife, and the surrounding zombies were in trouble. They were still wondering how they had caught a whiff of human scent from beside them when they turned around to see Wu Xiaotian standing there, having just beheaded one of their own kind with his blade. The sound of the first zombie falling to the ground attracted the attention of the other ordinary zombies, who discovered Wu Xiaotian and immediately gave up attacking the sales hall, instead surrounding him in an attempt to devour this food that had been delivered right to them. But Wu Xiaotian was not their food - he was the death god come to send them back to heaven.

  With elegant dance steps underfoot, wielding a Tang knife, continuously reaping the ordinary zombies' bleak and miserable lives.

  The survivors in the sales hall had given up hope, watching those ugly and disgusting faces of the zombies, listening to the sound of them pounding on the glass, hoping for a hero to come and save them. But as they looked at the glass building, gradually being shattered by the zombies, despair crept into their eyes, and they stared blankly at the glass that was about to be smashed.

  This glass is their only barrier.

  Just as they were about to give up all hope, a figure appeared, and the minds of those trapped in the sales hall came alive. One of the women saw the figure and immediately shouted loudly: "Run quickly, that's a man-eater..." Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a voice, "What are you talking about? If that person is eaten by zombies, then the zombies won't attack us."

  The young man who spoke these words would never know that zombies are forever hungry! The youth had just turned around, wanting to observe the situation outside the glass, but what he saw in front of him was shocking. He saw a figure moving back and forth among the zombies, its weapon swinging down one zombie after another, while the zombies couldn't attack it at all. The figure seemed not to be hunting zombies, but dancing an elegant dance with them.

  Wu Xiaotian's heart is now filled with sorrow, because of the words spoken by that young man. The only thing that brings him comfort is the woman's words, although she hasn't finished speaking yet.

  For this sentence alone, Wu Xiaotian will definitely rescue that woman, as for the man, heh, destined to disappoint him.

  In no time at all, those zombies besieging the sales hall were cleared out by Wu Xiaotian.

  As Wu Xiaotian walked into the sales hall, his icy gaze swept across the nine survivors who were still in a state of shock. Among them were six women and three men. The survivors were stunned because they had just seen Wu Xiaotian slaughter those ferocious zombies with ease, and it was as if he had not exerted himself at all. Those creatures were monsters that knew no fatigue, no pain, and were extremely cruel.

  "Big, big, big hero? Hero? Hello", one of the women stuttered and greeted Wu Xiaotian as he entered. As soon as she said these words, Wu Xiaotian realized that this woman was the one who had just made a sound to remind him.

  His warm gaze swept over the woman, whose professional attire was already disheveled and dirty, but couldn't hide her devilish figure. The woman's messy hair covered her dark face, making it impossible for Wu Xiaotian to see her features.

  His gaze swept towards the others, and he saw that one of the men was as silent as a cicada in winter, shrinking behind the others with fear, afraid that Wu Xiaotian would see him. Wu Xiaotian's face revealed a hint of mocking smile at this.

  "I'm not a hero, I'm just a survivor." Wu Xiaotian's gaze returned to the woman, as for others, Wu Xiaotian couldn't muster up any interest in looking at them, especially those three men, who were either young or middle-aged, couldn't they pick up their weapons and hunt down the zombies?

  At this time, Wu Xiaotian pointed with his finger at the woman and asked: "What's your name? What are you doing here?"

  "Yes, it's me, is it me? Oh, oh, I'm Liu Ting. I'm an intern here!"

  Liu Ting's stuttering words made Wu Xiaotian feel helpless, and a sense of resentment rose in his heart. "Am I that scary? Is it or isn't it? Liu Ting... such a familiar name! Did I know her before? Forget it, don't think about it!"

  Wu Xiaotian, who was filled with resentment, did not know that in the eyes of these survivors, he was cold and terrifying. Because he was more formidable than those zombies.