I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade

...

At this moment, Zhang Changrui's brow was tightly furrowed.

A feeling of unease welled up in his heart.

"Why am I suddenly feeling so agitated?" Zhang Changrui was very sensitive to this feeling. The shelter he established seemed peaceful and friendly, but in reality, under his control, it revealed the ferocity of human nature completely.

He very much enjoyed the feeling of control.

He knew about the Sunshine Shelter Wu Hao mentioned; it was indeed a safe place, but he didn't like being under others' control, he preferred to do as he pleased.

For the survivors living here, what he prepared for them were sausages, and they were dining on each other, while Zhang Changrui certainly wouldn't eat any of that.

Suddenly.

Things outside were bad.

"Ah... help, there are zombies!"

Zhang Changrui heard the screams, and his face changed suddenly, as he quickly rushed outside, "Damn it, how could zombies have gotten in?"

The patrol personnel included Awakeners, and their ability was to control the zombies. If ordinary zombies appeared, they would control them to leave. As long as any zombie emitted a 'huh-huh' sound, it would trigger a chain reaction to take away the other zombies.

Holding a knife, he went outside.

It had already turned into chaos.

Survivors who turned into zombies were chasing the living like mad dogs.

Even his secretary had become a zombie by now.

"Damn it."

Zhang Changrui was incredibly angry; facing the charging zombies, he kicked one directly, and with a bang, the zombie was sent flying. As a strength Awakener, dealing with ordinary zombies was no problem at all for him.

Zombies kept rushing at him, and he swung his knife, sending head after head of zombies collapsing to the ground.

"Damn it, how dare you zombies destroy my territory; you're simply courting death."

He kept swinging his knife, and his eyes were bloodshot from the killing.

Soon.

He saw that mysterious zombie, tilting its head, staring straight at Zhang Changrui, grinning as if it was smiling.

Zhang Changrui didn't notice anything different about it, just assumed it was an ordinary zombie and pointed his knife angrily at it.

"What are you looking at? I'll cut off your head and use it as a ball."

After saying this, he angrily rushed towards the mysterious zombie.

Arriving in front, he raised his knife to slash.

Slash!

The mysterious zombie brought its five fingers together, forming a hand blade, and swung it as fast as lightning.

Zhang Changrui maintained the same posture as before, except that his head separated from his neck, slowly sliding off. The wound was very smooth, and even in death, he stared wide-eyed, as if he never expected to be killed by a seemingly ordinary zombie.

The sausage-making place.

The Sausage Brothers were giving Wu Hao a head shave; originally having a thick head of black hair, it had now turned into a shiny bald head, very eye-catching.

"Ah..."

Wu Hao screamed in pain.

The Sausage Brother was shaving Wu Hao's head.

The Sausage Brother held pliers, gripping Wu Hao's fingernails, suddenly pulling them out forcefully. Violent screams ensued, and the nails, stained with flesh and blood, were forcibly extracted.

"It's really annoying, this cleanup work isn't so easy," the Sausage Brother complained.

Wu Hao's eyes were red with pain, "Why don't you believe what I say? Really, if you let me go, I'll take you to a safe place. The Sunshine Shelter in Huang City is really the safest place, why don't you believe me?"

He desperately hoped to meet someone who understood.

But no matter what he said, the Sausage Brothers just kept their heads down, working diligently, paying no attention to him at all.

Suddenly.

The Sausage Brother looked towards the door, frowning slightly, "What's going on? Why does it feel so chaotic outside? I'll go have a look."

"Oh, okay, but I just take care of the shaving. Don't think for a moment that I'll do the nail-pulling for you."

"Fine, fine, otherwise you'd be at a loss."

After saying this, the Sausage Brother curiously headed outside.

The Sausage Brother blew on Wu Hao's bald head, chuckling, "It's really clean. If I studied well, I could become a very qualified barber."

Wu Hao gritted his teeth, his fingers trembling. He never expected to suffer such agony.

"What are you doing?"

Wu Hao stared wide-eyed in horror at the Sausage Brother taking off his pants.

The Sausage Brother looked at him honestly, "Of course, I'm cleaning the hair below too, otherwise there will still be hair."

"Stop it, stop it right now." Wu Hao was in despair, "Heaven and earth, how can there be such a fool? I really regret it, I shouldn't have come here in the first place, thinking of leading the survivors, pointing them to a real shelter."

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, soon you're going to become sausage, why be shy?"

The Sausage Brother took off Wu Hao's pants, glanced, and muttered, "Not big, but the little hair is quite dense."

Wu Hao just wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Dammit.

Whoosh!

The Sausage Brother held a razor, operating there. Dry shaving was very painful, and Wu Hao really wanted to cry, tears welling up in his eyes.

He had no way out now.

All he could do was watch as the other party did as they pleased, like a pig being shaved, and after cleaning, what awaited him was the pot.

"Don't you really believe me? There's still time to choose to believe me now. The apocalypse shouldn't be like this— I can really tell you about the safest place." Wu Hao struggled.

The Sausage Brother said, "We're very safe right now, don't be afraid. Actually, there's nothing to it. Later, when we put you in the meat grinder, I'll have your head facing down; this way, you'll lessen the pain a lot."