In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park

214 Dead

Bihn Owo felt like crying.

Excuse me. But can you all calm down?

Bite. Bite. Bite. Devour.

These ugly zombies were nibbling on his flesh like a starving man nibbling on meat.

F***!

It hurt like hell!

The sensation made his eyes spasm and his body twitch chaotically.

Bihn Owo thought he would be used to the pain by now. But he was wrong.

He lay on the ground for the 17th time, helplessly watching one of the Zombies reveal a cruel smile laced with evil intent. And soon, its teeth sank deep into his shoulder bones, tearing a meaty chunk away with no mercy.

Grah~Grah~Grah~~

Bihn Owo died hatefully, wanting nothing more than to slice these bastard zombies or death.

What the hell? Why was the horde so fast?

The longer he survived was 3 breaths before getting devoured. That is, after that blasted Rebecca abandoned and gave him reign of this body, he had never lasted for more than 3 breaths.

Don't be quick to laugh.

These zombies had minds of their own, sniffing his life body and following him like flies tailing a corpse. They were vicious and nothing like programmable NPCs and villains in Chu Che's former world.

Every time Bihn Owo died and came back to life, the way they attacked was always different.

Yes! Yes!...

Bihn Owo took his last breath, thinking about the situation deeply.

All they wanted was his flesh and blood! So how can he control it?

What to do? Can he somehow produce bait before taking them down? Their speed surprised him.

It can be said that the closer they were to him, the faster their speed, maybe because the 'alive' smell on him was too great, causing him to leap in anticipation even more.

'Shooting them in the head is the only way to put them down permanently. So if I want to make a breakthrough, I have to act more precisely and faster than them.' Bihn Owo, though, now finding himself respawning.

His hands were already reaching for his bun, and soon, the battle was on.

GHAH!!!~

Zombies everywhere!!!

The zombies that were previously sluggish and calm seemed surprised by his appearance, now getting intoxicated by his sweet scent.

Shoot!

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Bullets rained, and Bihn Owo soon became as flexible as a monkey.

His ability and flexibility had improved yet again as he slid across the scene like water, gliding past the hungry zombies.

His actions were so much better than before that everyone watching couldn't help marveling at his progress.

The atmosphere was tense, and the onlookers felt their eyeballs almost falling out of their sockets.

Everything happened so fast that they had no time to register it all.

"F*** yes! This guy is too amazing!"

"Ahhhhhh!!!~ Can anyone tell me why he changed from a beginner to a hidden master in the blink of an eye?"

"Wipe! I didn't expect it. Now, all I have to do is register and copy his moves when I enter the Resident Evil Zero realm next."

"That's right. I also have to take note of it too. But why does a Zombie only doe form head shots? Why can't shooting its heart do the trick?"

"Because it's already dead! Its heart is no longer its main driving force, but its brain!"

"Damn. Why are these undead so ugly?"

"Wait? Everyone, look! I think he's going to do it." Ah-... Hahahahahaha!.... He did it! He did it! He's the first to clear all the Zombies here!"

"What?!!!... Am I watching a legend in the making? Awesome!"

...

Everyone watching was going crazy from Bihn Owo's accomplishments.

He really did it. He was now the first to make it after the zombie horde of train passengers attacked.

Bihn Owo looked left, looked right within the train compartment, still breathing heavily with vigilant eyes.

Even now, he dared not turn away from the 'dead' zombies who had their brains shot.

Is it really over?

Bihn Owo's hands couldn't stop trembling from glee, excitement, anxiousness, and all sorts of emotions.

It took a full minute for him to calm his thundering heart before slowly moving around the scene and kicking the already dead zombies to make sure.

Yes. He already had a hint that adhering through the door ahead was the right way. But how can he leave the compartment without checking for hidden gems around?

HP -- 73%.

Dammit!

If he couldn’t find a chest or hidden place with a healing potion or drink, won't he fight others with his current condition?

How can he be willing?

Over there!

He found a wine bottle carefully stored behind a seat.

Health potion!

Bihn Owo laughed and celebrated, seeing the words that appeared above the bottle.

It was indeed a health potion, but it could only boost his HP from 73% to 89%.

It was better than nothing.

Alright.

Bihn Owo held his weapon, ready to open the door ahead.