Survivors.
Absolutely survivors.
This world didn't turn everyone into zombies, there were still survivors.
The bus in the distance, like a Hollywood blockbuster, dashed down the road, knocking zombies flying or grinding them into mincemeat.
Obstructing vehicles and obstacles were violently smashed out of the way, and it kept moving forward.
The number of zombies chasing the bus was increasing, yet they couldn't catch up just on their legs, lagging behind.
At this pace, unless something unexpected happens, the bus might actually make it out.
If it makes it to the main road, that's more than half the battle.
The roads there were much wider, and the zombie population wasn't as dense as in the residential area.
Wu Heng watched the situation on the street intently, his gaze following the bus.
Just as the bus arrived at the intersection and began to slow down to turn.
Suddenly, with a 'crash' sound, the floor-to-ceiling glass of a roadside shop broke, accompanied by flying shards, a large figure with dark red skin, charged towards the slowing bus.
Boom~!
The enormous zombie hit the side of the bus, causing it to rock violently.
Out of control, with a 'bang', it crashed into a utility pole on the roadside.
The bus came to a halt, emitting a cloud of black smoke.
Before anyone inside could react, zombies from all directions drowned the bus.
Between the gaps of the crowded zombies, one could see a frantic pipe stabbing outwards.
The survivors inside were still trying to resist.
But they had attracted too many zombies along the way, flooding in like a tide.
Based on the current situation, it's unlikely they can escape even if the bus could restart.
Wu Heng watched from the rooftop.
Anxious inside, but realizing he could do nothing to save them in this situation.
Rushing over would only serve as another meal for the zombies.
With a slight sigh, his attention turned to the enormous monster that had toppled the bus.
A humanoid creature, nearly 3 meters tall, with dark red skin and exaggeratedly strong arms and torso. Its muscles bulging like malignant tumors, filled with explosive power.
"What the hell is that thing."
Zombie Teddy, had morphed from an ordinary size, to almost the size of a lion, and the zombie in front of him had clearly undergone a similar transformation.
Moreover, its combat power had reached a terrifying level.
To collide with a bus using its physical body, that strength was simply terrifying.
The enormous, slightly dizzy zombie tottered towards the bus.
Swing away the zombies in its way, it reared back its fist and slammed into the bus.
Bang, bang, bang ~!
With each heavy blow, the bumper dented, the vehicle rebar fell off.
As the gap grew larger, the zombies flooded into the compartment and began to wildly grab for flesh.
The chaos didn't last very long.
In just two or three minutes, the bus stopped shaking.
The zombies, like wild beasts that have lost their target, calmed down and dispersed in all directions.
The bus at the center was now bent out of shape, with dismembered body parts hanging off it.
From start to finish, Wu Heng never got to know how many survivors there were, or what they looked like.
The mutant giant zombie walked to the side and disappeared back into the roadside shop.
Watching this, Wu Heng felt an increased sense of danger in his situation.
Whether it was the zombie tide that just came or the mutated giant zombie, both put tremendous pressure on him.
With his current number of skeletons, encountering either would be a one-way street to death.
"Better maintain a low profile, and once I get a certain number of skeletons, I won't have to fear."
Mumbling to himself, he watched the zombies gradually disperse.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, a wandering zombie attracted his attention.
Another zombie wearing a blue shirt, nothing special, except for his belt.
A black belt, attached to a black cord, attached to a black handgun, hanging from his calf.
"A zombie delivering weapons?"
In fights with zombies, he could rely on his skeleton warriors, and he would be fine as long as he didn't take chances.
But in the world where every man is a warrior in Black Stone Town, in case of an emergency, he lacks the ability to defend himself.
If he could get that weapon, it would avail him a sense of security.
Pulling a trigger is much simpler than shooting a bow and arrow.
"I have to get it."
Muttering to himself, Wu Heng began to figure out how to get it.
Rushing out directly is obviously unrealistic.
The best way is to find a way to get him here alone.
After thinking about it, Wu Heng glanced at the climbing rope in his hand.
It's worth a try.
...
On the road.
A rope fell from the sky.
After lassoing the zombie, it tightened and dragged to one side.
The sudden pulling force freaked out the zombie, who looked around in panic and roared.
It seemed to be confused as to why it was moving without its own control.
During the chaotic struggle, the zombie was pulled up along the outer wall of the building.
Standing on the roof, Wu Heng instructed the skeleton warriors to change the direction of the dragging to avoid balconies and outer railings in case of an accident midway.
Next to him were two skeleton pigeons with white skeletal bodies, but their wings had a layer of flesh membrane, preserving their flight capability.
The lasso on the target zombie was also accomplished by these two skeleton pigeons.
He doesn't have the ability to lasso the target from such a distance.
Even with the skeleton pigeons dropping the lasso from the sky, it took more than twenty attempts to succeed this once.
That's why he was very cautious during the dragging process, fearing it might fall midway.
Finally, the struggling zombie was pulled onto the rooftop. Before it could get up and attack, it was hacked into a corpse by countless vegetable cleavers.
Wu Heng crouched down and stripped off the corpse's pants, taking what he wanted into his hands.
He wasn't unfamiliar with guns.
They were common in films and television.
Moreover, he had played a game called 'Firearm Simulator' before, where he researched assembly and operation.
He is rather like a cloud archer.
So, although it was his first time holding a handgun, he wasn't unfamiliar with its operation.
Upon removing the magazine, there were still 9 bullets inside.
He meticulously searched the corpse but didn't find any extra bullets.
He wasn't sure if the body only carried one magazine or if others were lost.
The handgun was in good shape, without severe wear and tear.
Wu Heng held the gun, trying to load and aim, but did not wish to waste a bullet by firing.
After practicing the action of drawing and aiming several times, he put the gun away.
Today's find was unexpectedly good.
After converting the corpse into a skeleton warrior.
He tidied up and prepared to return to Black Stone Town.
...
Black Stone Town.
Wu Heng went to the blacksmith shop to inquire about ordering an iron ladder.
But in fact, his idea was a little naive.
Not to mention whether the ladder could be installed across, even the production alone would require half a month.
The blacksmith proposed another suggestion.
To replace the iron ladder with sturdy wood, or even simpler, to use a rope to connect both sides and clamber across.
Wu Heng listened, merely nodding in agreement without saying anything extra.
If used with wood, it would be hard to acquire such a long wooden board. Even if it was available, it could easily collapse under too much weight due to the long distance.
The idea of using a rope might work for humans, but not for the skeleton warriors.
Therefore, both methods were unfeasible.
After leaving the blacksmith shop, he headed to the tavern for dinner.
After watching a few strong men arm wrestling, it was somewhat dark by the time he returned.
There weren't many pedestrians on the road.
As he entered the alleyway leading to his lodgings, two figures entered behind him.
The moment they entered, they saw Wu Heng standing there waiting.
"The kid is quite vigilant!" one of them said.
Neither of them seemed particularly nervous upon being discovered by Wu Heng.
"What can I do for both of you?" asked Wu Heng.
He had felt someone following him since he left the tavern.
He had thought it was a guard watching him, but the two men in front of him clearly weren't guards.
"Kid, we're strapped for cash. We need to 'borrow' a few things from you."
Without wasting further time, the man at the front charged at Wu Heng like a cheetah.
In the process, he drew two short blades from his waist. The blades reflected the silvery moonlight, cold and piercing.
Wu Heng swiftly glanced at the second man.
The other man remained standing by the entrance of the alley, leaning against the wall and looking carefully in all directions.
A lookout!
These two were experienced robbers.
They were quite confident that one man would be enough to deal with him.
As the rushing enemy was nearly upon him, Wu Heng stood his ground, eyes glued on the target.
When the distance was only three or four meters...
Bang!
An ear-splitting gunshot rang out, and the bullet immediately hit the man in the waist.
The sudden surge of excruciating pain caused him to sway slightly.
What the hell was that?
"You..."
He had only managed to utter the first word when...
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
Three more gunshots followed.
His chest, abdomen, and shoulders were successively hit.
With the impact of the bullets, his body recoiled backward, and he fell to the ground, too painful to make any further moves.
He had thought Wu Heng would be easy prey, but unexpectedly, he had kicked an iron plate.
"Help..." the man turned to his partner, who was serving as a lookout.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, the bullet piercing through an eye socket.
[Experience gained: +64.]
The system prompt appeared, indicating the man had died.
Then, Wu Heng lifted the gun and aimed it at the other man who was rushing towards him.
The man at the entrance of the alley immediately halted, wary of the weapon in Wu Heng's hand.
He glanced at his lifeless partner on the ground, slowly backing away until he reached the entrance of the alley.
He cast a malicious look at Wu Heng, then turned around and fled.
All around, noises started to rise as the neighborhood was disturbed by the gunshots.
Wu Heng glanced down at the body at his feet, all wrapped up in thick leather armor and a cape, with very little blood seeping out.
He picked up the fallen weapons, wrapped the body in the cape, and dragged it into his room.
Not long after...
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
There was a knock at the door.
The landlord's voice came, "Wu Heng, are you in your room? Did you hear that loud noise just now?"
Wu Heng opened the door and said, "I heard it. I wonder whose idea it was to make such a racket at night."
The landlord gave him a displeased look, then peeked inside the room.
He said, "As long as you're okay. It's not safe lately. Lock your door at night."
"Okay."
After the landlord left, Wu Heng went on with his spear practice as if nothing had happened, the sound of the weapon striking a wooden target ringing out.
Outside, the commotion and discussion continued, and guards came over to inquire.
...
The next day, as the sky was beginning to brighten, Wu Heng headed towards the Zombie World.
It seemed to have rained slightly last night.
The skeleton warriors were all covered in sparkling raindrops.
These drops had washed away the filth from the skeletons.
Wu Heng instructed the skeletons to carry the corpse brought last night to the rooftop.
Then he began to strip off the man's equipment.