Chapter 9

Seeing a monster suddenly dart out from the roadside, Bai Lang's heart raced, a surge of ferocity rising within him. He let out a loud shout: "Scram!"

Gripping the bat tightly with both hands, his muscles bulged and tensed. With a fierce roar, he swung his arms with all his might, aiming for the trajectory of the monster's incoming attack, smashing down with brutal force. The swing was simple, direct, and powerful.

A loud "thud" echoed, and the impossible happened!

The intense collision caused the monster's weapon to fly out of its hands, spinning away into the distance. The strength of this small creature was far below Bai Lang's expectations.

The red-skinned monster's hands went numb, as if struck by lightning, momentarily stunned.

But Bai Lang didn't stop. He took a quick step, circling to the side, raised the bat over his shoulder, and then turned to swing it again, like a golf swing, aiming for the monster's head.

The monster sensed the danger and instinctively crouched, trying to avoid the blow by lying flat on the ground. But Bai Lang's speed was even faster, and before the monster could escape the "attack range," he struck it hard.

Thud!

Another dull sound echoed, and a violent vibration shot through his palms, causing the wounds to sting painfully.

The small monster was hit squarely on the back of the head. The impact was heavy and forceful, with a crisp, satisfying sound. The blow sent the monster staggering, its legs leaving the ground as it flew through the air, landing and rolling several times, emitting a sharp, piercing scream.

More monsters were drawn to the commotion and began to converge on Bai Lang's position. His heart tightened, and without time to finish off the fallen monster, he swung the bat again, striking the side of another monster's face, breaking its neck and sending it sliding a short distance on the ground.

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Bai Lang didn't dare to stay, and he sprinted away again. Surprisingly, he felt little fear, instead experiencing a thrilling and exhilarating sense of excitement from the hit-and-run tactic.

Under the crimson moonlight, he ran faster than he had in years, feeling a rush of exhilaration as he sped along.

Looking back, he saw two four-legged creatures that had been chasing him suddenly abandon their pursuit and instead surround the red-skinned monster he had just knocked out, tearing into it viciously.

An internal conflict? This unexpected turn of events calmed him even more.

The few monsters he had encountered, though ferocious, were not very powerful, and their distribution was sparse. After sprinting for over twenty meters, he suddenly stopped, realizing he had taken a wrong turn and was now separated from the others!

The road leading south was blocked by a blunt-angled building, and ahead were two 60° forks, one to the southwest and the other to the southeast. He hesitated, unsure which path to take.

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When he had suddenly encountered the "little red-skinned" monster, the few people he had been with had surged ahead and then split up. (As long as they could shake him off, the monsters wouldn't catch them.)

By the time he resumed his movement, the original group had scattered. The unlucky ones were still being pursued and even engaged in combat, while the faster ones had already escaped, disappearing down the forks.

Looking at the chaotic street, he saw another person break out of a building, screaming in various ways as monsters surrounded them.

In the end, Bai Lang decided to take the right fork and continue his escape at full speed.

Feeling his heart pounding and his spirit exhilarated, he knew intellectually that this was wrong, but his instincts were filled with a desire for more excitement.

"Damn! It's all the moon's fault!" He attributed his abnormal state to the broken moon.

In fact, he wasn't the only one. Others who had chosen to break through and had the courage to fight the monsters were similarly affected, becoming more aggressive and reckless.

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The sprint was easier than he had imagined. Monsters occasionally flew overhead, but they couldn't land to attack, only screeching to attract more ground monsters to the survivors.

The more people there were, the more likely they were to be attacked. Alone, Bai Lang managed to evade several attacks.

Along the way, he encountered bizarre and grotesque creatures. There were small, arrogant red-skinned monsters that could use weapons. They looked like half-grown monkeys with small horns on their heads, ugly and fierce, and could climb walls.

He managed to injure them with his bat, and they fled with a series of cries.

Additionally, he saw rats larger than cats scavenging in garbage piles. As long as he didn't provoke them, they wouldn't attack.

The most numerous monsters were slow, stiff, and aimlessly wandering the streets, much like zombies in apocalyptic movies. Once they sensed a living person, they would approach and attack.

But Bai Lang was quick and agile. As long as the "zombies" didn't form a包围圈, they couldn't stop him!

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Observing the city under the dim red light, he saw buildings covered in vines, cracked and overgrown roads, and twisted trees sprouting from the gaps in buildings. In the damp, dark corners, slugs magnified by ten times slowly crawled by. The blocked roads had been cleared by some force, with abandoned cars pushed to the sides, now occupied by various mutated animals as their dens.

During his movement, Bai Lang avoided and scared away many mutated animals, but he eventually got his shoes wet when a half-rotten medium-sized dog attacked him.

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This monster was a dog in its previous life, with half its face rotted away, its teeth exposed, and its left eye socket empty, filled with wriggling maggots. Its right eye was blood-red. The zombie-like dog, swift as the wind, darted out from an abandoned car, dodging Bai Lang's bat several times.

Its first lunge was narrowly avoided, and Bai Lang countered with a bat strike, but it had no effect. The dog, using its small size to its advantage, quickly circled to the side, biting down on Bai Lang's calf and shaking its head to tear the wound, refusing to let go no matter how he attacked.

In intense pain, Bai Lang didn't panic but was filled with rage. He swung the bat wildly, striking the zombie dog's head, producing a metallic "thud." However, the monster, with its defined muscles and already "dead," remained unmoved, still clamping down.

In the end, he decisively drew his axe and hacked at the dog's neck, chopping for a while before finally bringing it down. He kicked the dog far away, fell to the side of the road, and panted heavily, his hands still trembling, his palms sore, and a lingering sense of unfinished business in his heart.

Taking emergency medicine from his backpack, he cleaned, sprayed, and bandaged the wound. Looking at the motionless dog, Bai Lang felt a chill.

He kicked the dog's head and realized it didn't look like a living creature, but it had only died after being decapitated. He immediately thought of the biohazard, knowing that being bitten by a zombie could turn one into a zombie. This thought filled him with unease.

"Damn! Could this be a zombie dog? No, it can't be real. Is this some kind of zombie world? No, I must reach the camp as soon as possible. There must be a solution there. If not, I'll just die once!"

Thinking of the bloodline description, he gritted his teeth and picked up the bat, unleashing his frustration on the dead dog. Only then did he stand up, using a tall building as a reference, and limped toward the south.

Indeed, after taking a few wrong turns, he felt a bit lost.

It wasn't that he had a poor sense of direction, but the oppressive environment, the dim night, and the hidden dangers around him left him with no energy to focus on directions. Additionally, the terrain was complex, with narrow streets and no clear north-south orientation, leading to endless forks and confusion.

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