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The young man stood on top of a two-story pile of corpses, his body covered in blood, the tattered corners of his clothes dancing wildly in the wind.

Dark red blood dripped down the ends of his hair, and the long sword in his hand shone with a cold murderous intent. A terrifying murderous aura lingered around him, like a killer god returned from purgatory. With a slight raise of the blade, it seemed as if it would tear through the silent battlefield and set off a new round of bloody storm.

This was the scene when Shan Gaoyang first saw the boy.

The young man's robes were stained with blood, his face beautiful to the point of being fragile. Behind him lay a mountain of corpses. All words turned into silent tremors.

That was the most beautiful face he had ever seen, Shan Gaoyang thought.

He is also the most terrifying Shura.

The young man had noticed a figure hiding behind a stone pillar on the first floor of the ruined mall. He smiled gently and amiably, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Shan Gaoyang shook his head blankly, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

The young man didn't seem to have much emotion towards this dull man. He asked casually and got no response, so he got up and prepared to leave.

There are so many zombies here that he is covered in filth. He needs to find a place to clean up.

Seeing the benefactor who saved his life about to leave, Shan Gaoyang finally came to his senses and shouted excitedly: "Wait a moment, please wait a moment!"

The young man paused and looked back in confusion.

Shan Gaoyang regained control of his body from the fear, and with his weak legs and feet, he still staggered over the corpses lying on the ground and ran towards the young man.

"Are you going to Aurora Fortress?"

The boy tilted his head and did not answer, as if he was not interested in the legendary land of hope.

It doesn’t matter if he’s not interested. Dan Gaoyang just hopes that someone is willing to let him follow him. That way, he’ll have more hope of survival.

He got separated from the main group. For an auxiliary psychic to walk alone outside was just a death wish.

Facing the young man's gaze, Shan Gaoyang clenched the corner of his clothes, his fingertips turned slightly white, and his voice was filled with undisguised panic: "Please take me with you! I am a healing psychic who can heal wounds instantly. I, I am a level 4 psychic and will definitely not lag behind!" After that, a lustrous light golden ball rose from his palm, eagerly showing the fluctuation of his superpower.

"Healing..." The boy seemed to have finally encountered something that interested him. His expression was touched. He looked at Shan Gaoyang for a moment and finally nodded.

"Okay, come on."

Shan Gaoyang was overjoyed. He tightened his backpack which was low on dry food, stepped on the corpses on the ground, and followed the boy.

If it were five years ago, Shan Gaoyang would never have thought that one day he would have to face hundreds or thousands of corpses without batting an eyelid.

But the ever-changing world always forces people to change. In five years, those who cannot adapt to the new world will be dead.

Shan Gaoyang didn't want to be one of them, so he forced himself to accept it and survived.

"Benefactor, I don't know your name. Your move just now was so shocking. Are you a level 7 psychic?" The young man who survived the disaster followed his benefactor closely, talking all the time.

"I haven't accepted it yet. My name is Shan Gaoyang. My healing ability is pretty good among support departments. As long as it's not a head-severing or heart-removing injury, I can definitely heal it for you. But my fighting ability is really not up to par."

"But benefactor, don't worry. I will definitely not trouble you in this critical moment. I understand the rules of the martial arts world. You go your way. Whether I live or die is my fate. As long as you can give me some protection in normal times..."

Before joining the team, Shan Gaoyang had been wandering between various forces for several years, and he had a firm grasp of the ways of the world.

Even though the handsome young man in front of him looked very cold, Dan Gaoyang could still liven up the atmosphere by himself.

However, Shan Gaoyang felt that his benefactor might only look indifferent, but actually had a good temper.

After all, he admitted that he was indeed a talkative person, and few people could remain calm after being chased by him and talked about it all the way.

"My benefactor, Aurora Fortress is truly a good and safe base. Ordinary residents without special abilities can also enjoy some welfare benefits. It is much better than those Dawnbreakers."

"Do you know who the number one person in Aurora Fortress is? He's the only Level 8 psychic currently. Rumor has it that with just one strike, tens of thousands of zombies can instantly lose their ability to move. He's the last line of defense for Aurora Fortress."

"Hey, our team also wanted to go to Aurora Fortress, but we got separated from everyone along the way. But living in the end times, being alive is already a very lucky thing."

"Of course, I'm incredibly lucky. I've been hiding in the ruins of No. 423 for over a week, and I was about to be devoured by the zombie horde. Fortunately, I met my benefactor! This is truly a blessing from my past life."

"Combat abilities are still the best. When you go out, you still need to rely on..."

"What's the name of the number one person in Aurora Fortress you mentioned?" A cold voice interrupted Shan Gaoyang calmly.

Shan Gaoyang had been talking to himself for hours when he finally heard the boy's response. He was a little slow to react: "What did you say?"

The boy did not repeat his question, looking at Shan Gaoyang who was obviously not going to ask it a second time.

Shan Gaoyang's mind finally came around.

"You mean the number one person in Aurora Fortress? I know that!"

"My name is Mo Heng. Mo means ink, and Heng means balance."

A breeze blew through the boy's hair. His eyes were as beautiful as obsidian, like the last treasure left in the world.

"Oh." The boy turned his head, as if the question just now was just a sudden thought. After getting the answer, he returned to his previous indifferent look.

However, when it comes to Mo Heng, Shan Gaoyang obviously has something else to say.

"When people mention Aurora Fortress, the first person that comes to mind is of course Mo Heng, the fortress's ruler. He is also by far the most powerful of all the bases."

"It's strange, though. Mo Heng is famous, but to this day no one knows what he looks like, or whether he's a man or a woman. Every time he appears in public, he wears a mask, and his voice might be altered. It's really strange."

"Previously, a base with a grudge against Aurora Fortress spread rumors that Mo Heng was actually the Zombie King. He didn't show his face because his face had already been transformed into a zombie, and they were afraid of being exposed."

"This is ridiculous! How dare they say that! When the zombie virus breaks out, how can the infected still maintain their sanity? Without exception, they all become zombies that only know how to feast on living people!"

"If Mo Heng is the Zombie King, I'll take my head off and let them kick it like a ball!"

Shan Gaoyang obviously admired Mo Heng very much. He couldn't stand any words that belittled him. He became more and more agitated and wanted to go up and tear the mouths of those who spread rumors into pieces.

The young man didn't seem to take Shan Gaoyang's words to heart, but in fact his heart tightened.

As the saying goes, there is no smoke without fire. There is always some truth to a rumor, let alone such a ridiculous rumor.

"Is there really something wrong..."