The boatman grabbed Lam Pham's trouser leg, his head held low, "I am guilty. I admit the weight of my sins. I placed the hope of survival on the lives of others. I am willing to atone, willing to pay the price for my crimes, but I really don't want to stay here. Even if I die, I want to die in a peaceful place."
"I beg you, take me away."
At this very moment, knowing Lam Pham's identity, this survivor who had gradually fallen in the apocalypse saw hope again, saw a future.
"Okay, I will take you away. You go and inform those survivors, tell them I will take them to a safe place. I will wait for you on that ship. Now, take me there."
Lam Pham said softly.
Looking at the doubtful faces in the distance, they were all people who couldn't live out their true selves in the apocalypse, only able to exist like soulless shells, drifting with the current. Occasionally, in the dead of night, they might think, what did their true selves look like?
It was probably hard to remember.
"Yes, yes."
The boatman stood up, full of energy, grabbing the oar and rowing desperately, as if he was unleashing all the strength he had in his life.
Inside the ship.
In a luxuriously decorated office.
A middle-aged man sat leisurely in the boss's chair, holding a satellite phone in his hand. In front of him were many other satellite phones. He held one in each hand, slowly inputting numbers.
"Haha, it really can be sold. One satellite phone can be sold for ten black crystals. This business is really profitable."
He revealed a ferocious smile. The apocalypse was really interesting.
Who would have thought that he, once at the bottom of society, would transform in the apocalypse and become the big boss behind a trading post, manipulating everything.
He was an Awakened one. According to the introduction in the Zombie Illustration Book, his ability was camouflage, allowing him to pass through zombies without any fear, obtaining any supplies he wanted.
It was just that his combat power was really not something to be proud of.
But this was something he couldn't help. The ability appeared inexplicably, and what kind of ability it was, was not something he could control.
He came to the seashore, found a ship. The crew on board had turned into zombies. Using his "camouflage" ability, he cleaned up the crew and occupied this place.
He took in some survivors, gradually built up a reputation with supplies, formed a trading post, letting people who came here trade freely, and he earned crystals.
He always held onto hope, that when his "camouflage" ability was raised to a certain level, there might be an astonishing change. Even if there was no astonishing change, as his ability increased, his physical fitness could also be steadily improved.
"Akun."
A man with a buzz cut came over and said respectfully, "Boss."
"Take this satellite phone to auction."
"Yes, boss."
For the man, this was a profitable business with no losses. When he picked up this satellite phone earlier, it actually came with Zombie Illustration Book 3.0, which made him very confused.
The guys on the Hoang City side were really idle with nothing to do, full and with nothing better to do, always making these hazy things.
There was even an advanced version of the illustrated book.
It was really very interesting.
Knowing that there was a number stored in this satellite phone, he could get the people from Sunshine Shelter in Hoang City to come and pick him up just by dialing. His first thought was not to go to Hoang City for a good life, but to auction it.
Sure enough, it was very good.
It actually sold.
The man stood up, walked to the safe on the side, opened the cabinet, and looked at the crystals inside. There were white ones, black ones, and even a light yellow one, a very rare crystal.
It was a while ago, a group of survivors appeared and used a light yellow crystal to exchange for a large amount of food and medicine here.
At that time, he was still thinking, to be able to hunt zombies with light yellow crystals, this strength was not stable. But soon, he figured it out. To have these things, they must be in the city. How many zombies were in the city? That was needless to say, absolutely a huge number.
Lam Pham walked onto the deck of the ship. The scene before him made him feel incredibly unbelievable. He hadn't expected so many survivors to be living here.
There were also stalls. Many people were carefully browsing the stalls, trading for things they wanted.
He saw someone trading a bag of instant noodles for a bottle of wine.
He also saw someone trading a white crystal for a lot of food.
It had clearly formed a small-scale market.
Everything here seemed very normal. He didn't see what he wanted to see, but he knew, and he had heard from Doan Thanh Ho, that the second trading point of the trading post required a fee to enter.
He passed through the crowd of survivors.
He didn't attract anyone's attention.
No one would have thought... this man carrying a sword was Lam Pham from Sunshine Shelter in Hoang City.
Soon, he found the survivor guarding the main gate and walked over there. Just as he reached the door, he was stopped by the survivor.
"Do you have a card?"
"No."
"Entrance fee, one white crystal."
Lam Pham smiled and took out a white crystal. This was what he got from hunting evolved zombies when he was cleaning up the area around the martial arts school just now.
He collected this crystal based on the principle of not wasting anything. He didn't expect it to actually be useful.
He gave the other party a white crystal.
The other party gave him a card.
Observing it, it was a card covered in stamps.
"Go in. When you come next time, use the stamp."
"Okay, thank you."
As the other party opened the door, he walked in.
And at this moment.
At a stall, a survivor was squatting there. On his stall in front of him was displayed a book.
Zombie Illustration Book 3.0
"Is he?"
This survivor inadvertently saw Lam Pham, who had just entered the second trading post.
It was just that Lam Pham had his back to him.
But the Frostmourne he carried was so conspicuous, so familiar.
This survivor suddenly stood up, his eyes wide, staring at the already closed main gate.
"Frostmourne?"
As if he thought of something.
He quickly flipped through the introduction of Lam Pham in the Zombie Illustration Book.
"Isn't it an illusion?"
"Impossible, it must be an illusion. How could he appear here?"
"But that back just now..."
He stared intently at the photo in the illustrated book.
As if he really wanted to know... whether the person just now was him or not. He sincerely hoped it was, yet was afraid of being disappointed.