Xiao Fan followed Xu Qiang onto the elevator to the 7th floor of the inpatient building, then the two of them climbed a metal ladder embedded into the exterior wall of the building from the window.
From here they could directly access the rooftop, which was originally a maintenance passageway.
After getting to the roof, they climbed onto the roof of the ventilation shaft, which was the highest point of the hospital.
Then Xu Qiang handed Xiao Fan a telescope, which was part of his scout's equipment.
"Commander, take a look down there."
Xiao Fan took the telescope and started observing carefully.
He couldn't help but gasp at what he saw!
Previously from the ward window he had only seen a smaller street, completely jammed with traffic.
At that time he thought the main streets would be better, surely there would be other routes in such a big city.
But at this first glance, Xiao Fan was dumbfounded.
In all directions, every street was the same, completely littered with abandoned vehicles, and there were countless zombies densely moving back and forth between the vehicles, wandering around on instinct looking for anything they could eat.
The whole city looked like a battlefield that had just ended fighting, with thick smoke everywhere, and under the overcast clouds the atmosphere seemed even more gloomy and oppressive.
Collapsed buildings, zombies howling, as far as the eye could see there was endless despair.
In this situation, leaving the city normally with Xiao Fan's current forces would be nearly impossible.
With a population of over 100 million, even tens or hundreds of thousands of zombies roaming the streets would be nothing surprising for a city this size, let alone groups of hundreds or thousands, which could be seen everywhere.
No wonder there was no rescue, how could anyone rescue this?
Xiao Fan felt anxious, but as he surveyed the area he happened to notice a brighter patch to the west of the city that seemed relatively calm.
"That must be Bao River," Xu Qiang responded immediately. "Yes Commander, that's Bao River, it flows from the northwest through Shenhai City into the ocean."
Xiao Fan nodded and looked again at the river.
He had a vague idea, but it wasn't fully formed yet, and there were still some key points he couldn't get around.
If they couldn't get out of the city smoothly, given his current situation even with the Red Alert system it would be extremely difficult to survive in the city.
But how to get out?
With heavy thoughts he returned to the cafeteria, also somewhat at a loss.
Outside the window the wind started blowing at that time, gust after gust of cool wind reminding that this summer was cooler than previous years.
Perhaps without factory emissions and car exhaust the weather itself was starting to change.
After a while, a heavy rain began to fall.
Xiao Fan lay down on the bed in his private room, soon falling into a dazed sleep.
He didn't know how much later, but a loud thunderclap suddenly jolted him awake.
Looking at the time, it was already midnight.
Outside the window was pitch black, only the pouring rain could be heard pelting down.
Xiao Fan had too much on his mind to fall back asleep, so he got up and opened the system to see if any supply boxes had refreshed.
He needed gold and silver, but these sorts of things weren't easy to come by. To say there were places with gold and silver in the city, there were basically only two: national big banks with gold reserve vaults, and jewelry shops.
But both places were deep in dangerous zombie-infested city centers, certain death with his current abilities if he tried going there.
Only once his forces grew stronger, with a powerful troop under him, could he consider attacking the city center to seize gold and silver.
In day to day life he could only collect gold and silver from ordinary zombie bodies or rural residences in the outskirts.
So supply boxes were good things now, he had to seize any he found.
But opening the system he was disappointed, there were no refreshed supply boxes detected within 100 meters. Looked like spawns were completely random, not on-demand.
Just as he was about to close the system in disappointment, Xiao Fan suddenly paused.
"Hm... feels like something is off!"
Xiao Fan carefully examined the radar screen for anomalies. After a while he noticed the issue.
Previously all the red dots on the radar representing zombies were moving. Normally zombies wouldn't stand motionless in one spot, even indoors they would wander around. Outdoor zombies even more so, thus the radar dots were always shifting.
But now, while dots inside the hospital building were still moving, the outdoor zombie dots were completely stationary.
"What's going on here? Could all the zombies be affected by a paralysis spell or something?" Xiao Fan wondered to himself.
Just then another thunderclap sounded outside the window, and Xiao Fan was suddenly struck with realization!
"That's it, it's the rain!"
"That must be why. Although mutated, zombies still rely primarily on three things to hunt prey - sight, hearing, and smell."
"The rain has blurred their eyes, but without much intellect they don't know to wipe them clean, so they can't see."
"The sound of rain from all directions has muffled their hearing, so they can't make out distinct sounds and thus don't move."
"The rain washing over them has also covered their sense of smell, so they can't detect scents. Blind, deaf and unable to smell anything, of course they'd stand motionless like statues!"
"So if we want to escape the city, now is the best chance!"
With no weather reports available, Xiao Fan didn't know how long this rain would last. As soon as it stopped the outdoor zombies would surely regain mobility, and by then even if they wanted to go it'd be impossible.
Time waits for no one, they had to take action immediately.
Xiao Fan leapt out of bed and promptly issued commands to the system.
"Annie, notify everyone to get cars from the parking garage right away and load up the prepared food, we leave now!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!