"Too many words. Hurry up and finish the job so we can hunt other targets."

A person standing by the window, holding a long-handled giant axe, said indifferently. Upon closer inspection, the blade of this axe appeared extremely sharp.

Zhou An was lying on the ground, his upper body bound, with a knife wound on his shoulder that was neither too deep nor too shallow, his whole body covered in blood-red liquid.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his expression twisted, his facial fat squeezed together, staring at these mysterious intruders, his bloodshot eyes filled with anger, despair, hatred, and panic intertwined.

All of this seemed like a nightmare, the deepest nightmare of the night.

In the past few days, Zhou An and a few others regrouped and found a decent amount of food, safely surviving the days. Just yesterday, through information on a forum, they joined this group.

They had sufficient food and manpower, with reinforced bases to prevent zombies from coming up. Everyone could find sustenance as long as they played their part, allowing for relatively peaceful sleep at night.

Everything seemed to be heading in a positive direction. At this rate, surviving for thirty days didn't seem difficult. Smiles seemed to appear on everyone's faces, and Zhou An felt he had found a way out in this doomsday world.

Hope in adversity is the most joyful and invigorating, like sunlight in winter, or dew in the desert.

But just half an hour ago, everything was destroyed; hope turned into despair.

Five mysterious individuals stormed their base under the cover of night, unleashing a massacre. Most people died, including the base's leader, Wang Jian Country, who was brutally beheaded with a single axe.

His real-world identity was the police chief, with a decent commanding ability. With a few officers, he established this base, and they discovered a considerable amount of hoarded food in a basement.

Wang Jian Country, a few officers, and a dozen or so strong and capable individuals weren't even a match for these five.

From the fiercest resistance to silent submission, after more than half of the people died, no one resisted anymore.

Zhou An once thought he would be a hot-blooded, courageous person, someone who in critical moments could fight desperately, like countless stories where a man's fury leads to bloodshed.

But in reality, he was nothing like that. He was just a coward, a coward who could only survive in times of peace, only silent, only wailing.

"What are you staring at, tsk tsk, I must say, the people of your world are really pathetically weak, just a bunch of cowardly worms."

Zhou An was kicked heavily, rolling on the ground, hitting the wall, like a pile of garbage, his hands clenched tightly into fists.

"Heh heh, in a bit, none of you should speak, just follow us. Anyone who disobeys gets fed to the zombies. You wouldn't want to find out what it feels like to be bitten to death by zombies, right? Hahaha."

The emaciated Hunter, wearing grey-brown leather armor and wielding a longsword, suddenly stabbed through the chest of a short-haired man lying on the ground, kicking him to the floor, drawing the longsword out, cursing:

"Damn, I just said it and you're already up to something. Did you really think I was joking?"

The short-haired man, after being stabbed, lay twitching on the ground, speechless from the pain, a bit bewildered. He hadn't done anything, hadn't even moved.

He realized this person just wanted to make an example of him or was trying to set a harsh precedent. He felt wronged, unlucky, and angry.

Su Changxing was crouched outside on the balcony, carefully perceiving the situation inside. He estimated that there were at least four Hunters in there, seemingly wanting to tie up the remaining ten or so survivors and take them to another location.

Their goal seemed to be collecting blood food, treating the people from the other world as food, akin to how humans used to raise sheep and pigs, breeding living food.

However, a previous base was entirely slaughtered without bodies being taken away, suggesting that some Hunters were just there to kill.

Perhaps human flesh wasn't necessary for these survivors, but it brought them pleasure, like addiction to drugs.

Su Changxing glanced at the silver-white handgun in his hand, contemplating his options. The safest was to directly use the gun.

But if he used the gun, zombies nearby would swarm in. Although Su Changxing could escape, not everyone in the building might survive, rendering it meaningless.

Thus, the best choice was to decisively leave. In this doomsday world, people were always dying, every moment. He couldn't save everyone...

Su Changxing slowly lifted the longbow from his back, his eyes flashing a sharp expression, a murderous intent swelling in his heart.

"Facing the window is a person holding a knife, but his position as Precisionist grants him certain perception abilities, making an ambush likely to fail. There's another person near the left corner. Your bow and arrow can likely reach him, and his position as Striver generally implies weak perception abilities, giving you a good chance of a successful ambush."

The consciousness reported the locations and offered its advice.

"Trust you this once. Messing up would disgrace your True Knower name."

Su Changxing decisively pulled the bowstring, turned slightly. In this position, he could be discovered anytime. The longer he delayed, the more passive the situation would become if discovered.

In that instant of leaning out, Su Changxing saw the scene inside the room: numerous bodies piled on the ground, weapons scattered haphazardly, steel sabers, wooden sticks, axes, and some severed limbs, the thick smell of blood assaulted his senses.

Four Hunters, two brutalizing with the tying methods, binding these people like unruly livestock, akin to pigs, sheep, and cattle.

One person stood by the opposite window, another by the corner near the wall.

Su Changxing aimed at the head of the Hunter in the corner, released the fully drawn bowstring. Because of the angle, the Hunter didn't immediately notice Su Changxing's presence, only sensed something was off.

The Hunter by the window did see Su Changxing first but was too late to warn him.

"Thud~"

The arrow, along with the head, nailed heavily into the wall, pierced through the wall bricks, raising a bit of dust.

"Attack!"

"Who are you?"

"Kill him."

A few shouts rang out simultaneously, and a few Hunters instantly responded, picking up weapons, entering combat readiness.

Su Changxing stood on the window sill holding a steel saber, coldly watching them, blocking some light, his figure cutting into the room. In the moonlight, his silhouette was thinner than the dark shadows, the moonlight thicker than a veil.

Faces inside were stunned by the sudden change, completely unprepared for someone to come rescue them in this situation, in this environment.

In moments of utmost despair, people often pray for divine help, pray to Guanyin, pray to God, pray to numerous unknown gods.

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