I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1367 - 326: The Devil Is Already on Board, and We’re Still Accelerating (Part 4)
"It’s okay, it’s fine." Lin Fan patted Wang Qitian’s head. He was still just a child, though it had been less than half a month since he was born, he already looked like he was eight years old, but in the end, he was still a baby.
"I miss my mom," Wang Qitian said.
"Missing your mom is very normal. The day before yesterday your dad called to ask about you, and I said you’re doing well. He told you to keep it up and not to worry about home. They are doing well, so there’s no need to worry," Lin Fan said.
Wang Qitian blinked, "Uncle Lin, am I an abandoned child?"
"Why would you say that?" Lin Fan felt this child needed some good communication, a proper guidance since he was asking if he was an abandoned child.
This left Lin Fan feeling quite surprised.
"Because they haven’t come to see me," Wang Qitian didn’t miss Wang Zixuan, who was his cheap and useless dad. He missed his mom the most.
Lin Fan said gently, "Don’t have thoughts like that. They love you very much. They want you to grow up well, not just under their protection."
He wasn’t willing to speak too bluntly.
Your dad and mom are living happily, their lives are filled with each other, leaving no room for anything else.
Reality is cruel, but there is still true emotion in the world. He didn’t want to tell Wang Qitian about the harsh reality, just hoping he could grow up healthily.
"Uncle Lin, I have something I want to tell you."
"Go ahead."
Lin Fan was very patient with the child, even though Wang Qitian was the crystallization of a human and a Creator, in Lin Fan’s eyes, he was still just a child.
"Not long ago, I was feeling uneasy, like something terrifying was about to happen, but soon that feeling disappeared, I don’t know why that happened."
"Was it in Huang City?"
Wang Qitian shook his head, "No."
"Then where was it?"
"I don’t know either."
"Then why did you have that feeling?"
"I don’t know."
Facing the questioning, Wang Qitian ultimately didn’t have any answers.
Thinking about it, Lin Fan recalled his conversation with Sun Neng last night. The principle he talked about indeed made sense, and could it be that Wang Qitian’s uneasiness from before was related to this principle?
Lin Fan pondered, choosing not to dwell on the matter further. If it truly existed, they would eventually encounter it.
"Qitian, since you no longer attract zombies, let’s arrange for some lessons for you."
"Huh?" Wang Qitian blinked, looking dumbfounded, and couldn’t help but say, "Uncle Lin, are you really just using me as when the donkey is no longer needed for grinding, it’s slaughtered for meat."
Lin Fan ruffled Qitian’s hair, "Look at you, when I suggest you to study, you use the phrase correctly but without understanding its meaning, you’ve used it in the wrong context."
Wang Qitian was afraid of Lin Fan, in his perception, Uncle Lin was like a burning furnace, both intense and dazzling, an existence impossible to ignore.
"Alright... fine then."
Wang Qitian lowered his head, feeling rather helpless.
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Russia.
"Damn, where are all the Awakeners?"
Jin Poshan, after entering the Russian border, was eager to encounter an Awakener, but all he saw was desolation and zombies wandering around with no one to clear them. This situation greatly displeased him.
Though he complained, he still had to search.
He firmly believed he could find them, especially since he was still relishing yesterday’s delicacy, notably the guy named Andre, who was particularly tasty.
Just at that moment,
He turned back to see a vehicle coming along the long road. From afar, he could see it was a very old, extended truck, specially modified to aggressively crush ordinary zombies.
"Speak of the devil,"
Jin Poshan smiled, his eyes gleaming as if he were looking at prey. However, he did not intend to kill them immediately; killing the goose that lays the golden eggs would not be wise.
To enjoy a long, steady stream of benefits, finding the source is key.
The modified truck approached quickly, and Jin Poshan pretended to hear the noise and turned to look. The truck came slowly to a halt, without anyone getting out at first. Moments later, the doors opened, and three survivors stepped out.
One held a shotgun, another a crossbow, and the last a long knife.
Their faces bore the marks of weather exposure, showing signs of much wandering.
"Kid, what are you up to?"
The shotgun-bearing survivor, who had curly hair, spoke, his big gold tooth in his mouth quite noticeable. As he approached, the slightly filthy clothes emitted an odor, unclear whether from not bathing for a long time or the dirt on the clothes.
"I’m a survivor."
Jin Poshan was in disguise. The man holding the long knife was an Awakener, and Jin Poshan enjoyed his scent very much. He then pleaded, "Could you take me in? I ran from the neighboring area, which has been completely overrun by zombies, far too many."
Jin Poshan, skilled in acting, could only show his true value through the form of a golden statuette.
"Hahaha..." The curly-haired survivor couldn’t help but speak to his two companions, "This guy’s from a country with over a billion people, really pitiful, now he’s begging us to take him in. So what do we say?"
The three survivors then chattered among themselves.
Jin Poshan was confident they would surely take him in.
First, he could be used as a laborer, and become a food reserve too. In times like these, for all living survivors, remaining alive was what mattered, no matter what they had to eat.
