After Lam Pham entered the interior of the ship's trading post.
A noisy sound came to his ears.
He could smell the kind of rotten smell permeating the air, and even the breath of despair.
"Haha, do you guys think those people from the martial arts school will contact the people from Sunshine Shelter in Hoang City?"
"Nonsense, they will definitely contact them. Otherwise, why would they bid for that satellite phone? Could they just look at it while eating?"
"Recently, I heard people say that a very terrifying zombie appeared in a small place like Duong Trai. It has already wiped out a small shelter there. It was simply unstoppable, gone in an instant."
"Duong Trai? You mean that kid Kim Tuyen?"
"Yes, haven't you noticed that kid hasn't been here for a while lately? He died at the hands of zombies."
"Oh, right, terrifying, truly terrifying."
This place looked like a trading post.
But when there was no trading, this place was more like a bar, providing a place to rest, allowing the survivors who came here to chat freely.
Lam Pham perked up his ears, eavesdropping on the content of the people around him. It was all some very ordinary exchanges.
He, like an ordinary survivor, strolled around casually, looking at the surrounding situation. Near the walls, there were rooms separated by partitions. These rooms were shielded by simple curtains. Through the gaps, one could vaguely see survivors behind the curtains, female, in not a good state.
And his seemingly casual observation made the stall owner seem to have found a business opportunity.
"Old brother, want to try? The goods are absolutely top-notch. In the past, they were female characters in short videos."
The stall owner smiled charmingly, showing a look that all men would understand.
"Is she willing?"
When he asked this question, he felt he had asked a very stupid question. Which madman would be willing to do this?
The stall owner couldn't help but laugh, "Old brother, what's there to be willing or unwilling about? In the apocalyptic environment, it's a bit difficult for us men to survive, let alone women. To be able to survive, they can only depend on us men, and they must also show their own value. Those without value can only be raised as zombies."
"No, I don't quite agree with your point of view. I think whether it's men or women, it's very difficult to survive in the apocalypse. And there are strong men, and also strong women. You just haven't met them."
Thinking of Dong Gia, thinking of Ye Tinh, thinking of Quy Thu Nguyet and Han Suong, they were all very powerful.
Even, in his heart, To Tieu Hieu who made cakes, Nhan Ny Ny who was a teacher, and others were all contributing their own strength, like candles burning themselves to illuminate the entire shelter.
The stall owner's gaze towards Lam Pham gradually became a little wrong.
"I say, old brother, are you playing or not?"
"Not playing, I was just asking."
Lam Pham shook his head. He had no interest in this aspect. And through a brief exchange, he understood that the situation here was exactly as he had imagined.
In a society without order, it was very difficult for the weak survivors to find companions who supported each other and were trustworthy. Most of them, when there were benefits to be had, would only become commodities.
The stall owner looked at the other party and rolled his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was an Awakened one, he would have wanted to curse him out. You're not playing, yet you've been blabbering in front of me until now, wasting my time. You're fucking sick.
Lam Pham left this stall and looked at the rooms one by one. Many were of this type.
Exploiting the weak to gain benefits.
After looking, his mood was a bit heavy. He casually found a seat to rest. The other survivors around him had a glass of wine in front of them, cracking melon seeds, eating peanuts, chatting freely with their companions, and boasting.
He memorized the expressions and appearances of the people around him one by one.
This group of survivors had become accustomed to the apocalyptic life. Listening to their conversations, it was clear that they regarded the apocalypse as the best era. He did not agree with this.
The disaster brought by the apocalypse was unimaginable.
It shattered countless happy and beautiful families.
How many people had experienced life and death separations?
How many people had died in despair?
If it could be decided by a vote, it was feared that apart from those who wanted to take revenge on society, no one would look forward to the end of the world.
All along, he had been trying to get Brother Hang and the others to print the Zombie Illustration Book, and also searching for satellite phones throughout the city, hoping that the survivors scattered outside could have a way to contact them.
But looking at the current situation.
Not all survivors wanted to go to Sunshine Shelter in Hoang City.
In their view, what they needed was to do whatever they wanted, without any rules to restrict them, liking to build their happiness on the suffering of others.
The Awakened ones who appeared among contemporary humans already stood at the pinnacle of humanity. And the survivors who had not become Awakened ones were one step lower in front of the Awakened.
Like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
This was a very bad situation. As an Awakened one, even if you were unwilling to hunt zombies, that was an understandable thing, but you couldn't use your abilities to bully your own kind.
"How can I better solve this matter?"
He frowned and pondered. Many things seemed very simple, but in fact, the operation was very difficult. His hands were hard to stretch that long. Until now, he had only just begun to clean up the area outside Hoang City. To clean up the entire country, the time required was really hard to imagine.
At this moment.
At a wine table not far from Lam Pham.
Two Awakened ones were chatting leisurely. They were both people who had experienced countless life and death situations in the apocalypse. They had had despair, but after despair, they saw hope again.
Becoming an Awakened one, experiencing various situations, and finally being able to hunt zombies, thereby obtaining what they wanted.
They liked this kind of apocalypse.
As long as there were enough crystals, they could improve their own abilities. As their abilities improved, they would become stronger, and thus could fight stronger zombies, thereby obtaining better crystals.
"Zhao Lang, do you think the zombie photos in the Zombie Illustration Book are real or fake? Why do I always feel that some zombies look like they've been Photoshopped? If this kind of zombie really exists, how come we've never seen it?"
The survivor speaking had a full beard. He wasn't like this in the past, it was just that cleaning up his beard in the apocalypse was not very convenient, and he was always thinking about how to survive, where would he care about these things.
Later, gradually, he discovered that keeping a beard was also very handsome.
He had kept it like this ever since.
Zhao Lang held a wine glass, enjoying the comfort brought by the wine, "I don't know, it should be real. The photos don't have any traces of Photoshop. But I say, Tai Ming, what do you care about these things for? Didn't you see the introduction on this page? Colorful crystals, I've never even seen them. If we really encounter this kind of zombie, do you think we can survive?"
Tai Ming stroked his beard and sighed, "Damn it, if you say it's real, then the gap between people, how can it be so big? He's definitely an Awakened one, but how did he improve so quickly?"
"I don't know."
Zhao Lang shook his head. If it was really as described in the book, then this Lam Pham from Sunshine Shelter in Hoang City, who could casually take photos of zombies, was truly terrifying.
"Carrying Frostmourne, a very stylish appearance, really..."
Tai Ming looked at the figure in the photo. He had only spoken half a sentence when he suddenly stopped, as if he had received some kind of shock, and stood there in a daze.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Lang looked at him in confusion. Tai Ming's dazed state made him feel puzzled. Following his gaze, what he saw was a lone seat not far away, where a stranger was also carrying Frostmourne.
Seeing this, Zhao Lang's pupils gradually enlarged, and he muttered to himself.
"No way, how could he appear here? An illusion, it must be an illusion."
As if sensing their gazes, Lam Pham turned his head and saw the two survivors not far away. He smiled and nodded.
As Lam Pham revealed his front face.
Tai Ming suddenly stood up, his breathing gradually becoming rapid. He looked down at the selfie in the Zombie Illustration Book. It could only be said that that face was exactly the same as the selfie in the book.
There wasn't even the slightest difference.
"Lam... Lam Pham."
Tai Ming couldn't help but shout.
In an instant, as he shouted this name, the somewhat noisy space instantly became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard clearly.
The survivors who could be here might not know what Hoang City was like, but the name Lam Pham was very familiar. Even if they hadn't read the Zombie Illustration Book, they had heard the name Lam Pham.
"Tai Ming, what the hell are you doing?"
Someone couldn't help but say.
Why suddenly mention this name for no reason?
Are you trying to show how humorous you are?
Tai Ming, who had stood up, his breathing became more and more rapid. He slowly raised his hand and pointed in the direction he saw, "Sunshine Shelter in Hoang City... Lam Pham."
Everyone saw Tai Ming as if he had seen a ghost, and couldn't help but look in the direction he was pointing.