He hoped to continue encountering Screamer-type zombies, so he could continue to use the same method. It was just a pity that Screamer-type zombies were like a rare species. He might have seen them many times before.
It was just that he had never paid any attention to Screamer-type zombies.
He never even thought there was such a way to utilize them.
Truly a very magical law: when you don't need it, it always appears before you; when you need it and want to find it, it seems to have evaporated from the face of the earth.
"Still have to rely on myself."
He was the cleaner in Hoang City, cleaning up the zombies that lived in Hoang City and destroyed this piece of tranquility. The number of zombies in Hoang City was rapidly decreasing, and the cleaning effect was very obvious.
Even if the number of zombies reached its limit.
But clearing one wave meant one less wave. Many a little makes a mickle. Eventually, the final victor would be seen.
Looking at the interface.
[Name]: Lam Pham.
[Strength]: 1017380. (Infinite)
[Stamina]: 887220. (Infinite)
[Speed]: 746860. (Infinite)
[Points]: 1.
"The total is already over two million."
Lam Pham gently waved Frostmourne in his hand. Truly worthy of being a simulated divine artifact. If it were an ordinary weapon, it would probably have been blunted by now.
Continue working.
Dusk, the setting sun enveloped the slightly vibrant Hoang City.
On the way home.
He went into a bookstore, browsed, thought of Phi Phi's performance, which was really not bad, and then thought of Phi Phi's goal: to become the Big Sister in the hearts of the children. Not only must she have that sense of responsibility, but she also needed good grades.
He bought some test papers to bring back for Phi Phi.
No problem at all.
After selecting the test papers, he left the bookstore.
A modified truck drove over from afar.
Lam Pham looked at the vehicle, not remembering anyone in the Duong Quang shelter who drove a truck. Could it be from Hanh Vun Hao's side?
Until the truck parked in front of him.
When he saw the driver, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He hadn't expected it to be Thu Dao Tram Ngu Ha Minh Hien.
An old acquaintance.
He hadn't expected him to still be alive.
It wasn't that he hoped the other person was dead, just that he was a little surprised. Observing him, the other person had lost weight; he used to be very fat. Looking at his arms, he actually had muscles.
"You..."
"You..."
The two spoke at the same time, their words colliding.
"You go first."
Lam Pham had no ill feelings towards him. Looking at him, he found that his mood was different from before, as if an earth-shattering change had occurred. Who knew what he had experienced?
Ha Minh Hien said: "You made that Zombie Picture Book?"
Lam Pham smiled and said: "Yes, you've seen it, right? The content inside is very important and can bring you great help in the apocalypse."
Ha Minh Hien's gaze changed slightly, a hint of surprise, a touch of indifference. If it were before, according to Ha Minh Hien's personality, he would definitely have cursed angrily, for example, he might have said, "Look at your damn kid, acting pretentious?"
But now, he said nothing, just quietly looked at Lam Pham. After a moment, he slowly spoke.
"Did you clear all the zombies on the street?"
"Yes, do you feel it's particularly safe to find supplies? It's okay, most of them will be cleaned up by me later. Just pay a little attention."
Ha Minh Hien somewhat couldn't understand Lam Pham. A former dog painter, how did he suddenly become like this? Honestly, it was a bit unimaginable.
Lam Pham looked into the vehicle.
The back of the truck was piled high with supplies. A very burly man sat in the passenger seat.
He smiled at the man, as a greeting.
Lam Pham said: "Are you interested in coming to the Duong Quang shelter? Many survivors live there, and everyone has been working hard together."
He found that Ha Minh Hien had changed a lot.
Perhaps adversity was truly a kind of seasoning, capable of changing human nature.
The Ha Minh Hien of the past, he bore no malice, but he always felt the other person was very unfriendly, cunning, with the feel of a greasy keyboard warrior, speaking foul language, provoking others' patience.
"Not interested."
Ha Minh Hien simply replied with three words, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away, not wanting to talk too much nonsense with Lam Pham at all.
Lam Pham watched the departing truck, didn't force it. Everyone living in this world was an individual. He couldn't, just for the sake of others' safety, forcibly tie people to the shelter.
Inviting them was enough.
Everyone was an adult.
If something really happened, they would pay for it themselves.
In the truck.
"Brother Ha, is he the Lam Pham from the Zombie Picture Book?" Phung Kiet looked at the increasingly blurry figure in the rearview mirror and asked curiously.
He had read the contents of the Zombie Picture Book.
He was instantly awestruck.
It looked like an introduction to zombies, but in fact, it was an apocalyptic survival handbook. Familiar with various zombie types, even if one naively encountered an unfamiliar zombie, one could know about it immediately.
"Yes."
"Brother Ha, he said the Duong Quang shelter might be the best place in the apocalypse. Why not join?"
Ha Minh Hien was silent for a long time, then slowly spoke.
"Perhaps we just don't get along. When I see him, I always think of unhappy things. If you want to go to the Duong Quang shelter, I'll take you. It's no problem."
"Can you talk about it?"
"No."
Could Ha Minh Hien tell Phung Kiet that in the past, he had painstakingly bought and renovated a house, thinking of taking some advantage, repeatedly hinting for him to go for a foot massage, and he actually took him for a foot massage, and even found him a super old auntie? That scene constantly replayed in his mind, difficult to forget even if he wanted to.
Phung Kiet smiled, "If you don't want to talk, then forget it. As for going to the Duong Quang shelter, forget that too. The apocalypse is the same everywhere. What I'm most curious about are Awakened ones. I wonder if there are any Awakened ones in our prison."
"Who knows."
Near the Duong Quang shelter street.
Lam Pham and Officer Hoang met on the street. Officer Hoang glanced at Lam Pham and continued forward. Lam Pham followed beside Officer Hoang.
"Officer Hoang, today I encountered a very strange zombie, but that wasn't its real body, but a kind of control. It could talk. When will you be able to talk?"
He looked expectantly at Officer Hoang. As the person in charge of Hoang City's public security, although he was a zombie, if he couldn't talk, it would more or less lack some presence.
Officer Hoang stopped, turned his head, and looked at Lam Pham. In his already human-like eyes, there seemed to be a kind of inquiry, as if saying, "Are you kidding me?"
"Really, I'm not lying to you. I want to find that zombie's real body, but Huong Son city is really big, and there are zombies everywhere. Wanting to find that zombie's real body in there, I feel it's very difficult."
Lam Pham finished speaking. He was particularly curious about that type of zombie.
Officer Hoang didn't show too much emotion towards Lam Pham.
"Officer Hoang, I understand one thing. Among the zombies I've encountered, the highest-grade one in Hoang City is the Lord zombie. I now understand that it must be because my speed of clearing zombies is too fast, causing the evolution speed of zombies in Hoang City to be unable to keep up. Whereas in other cities, zombies have achieved stable evolution, and eventually, various strange and terrifying zombies will appear."
To be called terrifying by Lam Pham, that was very formidable.
Officer Hoang paid no attention to Lam Pham, appearing very calm, and it was unknown whether he understood.
Lam Pham hoped Officer Hoang could also speak, so he could communicate with Officer Hoang.
Walking, walking, they soon reached the iron fence.
Quan Hao, diligently guarding his post, saw Lam Pham and Officer Hoang returning, hurriedly opened the gate, and welcomed them back. He basically did this every day, at most just waiting for Officer Hoang to return.
"Big brother, Officer Hoang, you're back." Quan Hao greeted with a smile.
Lam Pham said: "You've worked hard."
"Not hard work, it's what I should do."
Quan Hao grinned. This job of his seemed easy, but in reality, it was quite brain-racking. When squatting on the shop rooftop keeping watch, don't look at him as if he wasn't moving; in reality, he was thinking about how to make the Duong Quang shelter even better. This was a brain-racking task.
Lam Pham saw a figure appear in the distance: Tu Dinh leading Nhuc Nhuc.
"Tu Dinh."
He thought of Tu Dinh wanting to thank Officer Hoang in person. Officer Hoang had just returned, and he happened to see Tu Dinh. It was truly fated.
Tu Dinh heard the voice, saw it was Lam Pham, and led Nhuc Nhuc over. She had some understanding of this place. She could only say that this place was truly a paradise for survivors.
She was very satisfied with her current life, very satisfied with the current situation. Although she was not yet familiar with the people around her, she could deeply feel everyone's care for her and her son.
Tu Dinh walked up to Lam Pham. Before she could speak, Lam Pham spoke first.
"This is the Officer Hoang you wanted to see."
Hearing it was Officer Hoang.
Tu Dinh's face showed excited joy. Just as she was about to extend her hand to shake Officer Hoang's hand to express her gratitude, she saw Officer Hoang's appearance and was violently startled, her body trembling slightly.
Zom... Zombie.
She suddenly remembered what Old Chung had told her: "You want to see Officer Hoang, huh... Well, when you see him, you'll know."
At first, she might not have understood clearly.
Now, she truly understood.