In just a few minutes,
the two arrived at the Oran Hotel Plaza.
Wang Luo, without any hesitation,
rode his Harley straight to the hotel entrance.
In an instant,
hundreds of zombies surged forward,
and there were also many zombies wandering inside the hotel.
Under normal circumstances,
Wang Luo would never have taken such a risk.
Although he had awakened a god-tier ability and was more powerful than others,
he would still be no match for so many zombies.
But today, the situation was special,
and he had no choice but to take the risk!
"Let's go, quickly get inside the hotel!"
Wang Luo said to Zhao Qingxuan.
Entering the hotel,
Wang Luo turned and closed the main door.
Although the hotel door was made of glass,
it was likely made in China and should hold off the zombies for a while.
As soon as the door closed,
the zombies outside swarmed towards it.
The glass door was constantly pounded by dozens of zombies;
it was unclear how long it would last.
And as Wang Luo closed the door,
the dozen or so zombies inside the hotel reacted to the noise and lunged forward,
their bodies contorted.
Zhao Qingxuan stood behind Wang Luo,
holding her baseball bat,
fiercely blocking all the zombies.
Under her bat, only corpses!
A zombie that attacked from the side was kicked by Zhao Qingxuan,
flying out more than ten meters.
The baseball bat swung,
and zombie after zombie was decapitated.
Green blood splattered onto her,
but she seemed oblivious.
After closing the door,
Wang Luo, wielding his Black Abyss,
also quickly joined the fight.
In an instant,
more than a dozen zombies were beheaded.
Unfortunately, not a single energy source crystal was found;
their luck was not very good!
"Do you know which floor Yang Shu is on?"
Wang Luo asked Zhao Qingxuan.
As the largest hotel in Anluo City,
this building had many floors.
They couldn't possibly search every floor and every room.
"I don't know the specifics, but she mentioned that she came to Anluo City to celebrate her father's birthday,
and her dad seems to be the head chef here!
But I'm not sure which floor she's on!"
Zhao Qingxuan shook her head.
She had seen Yang Shu the night before,
but she didn't know what she did the next day,
whether she left the hotel,
or anything else.
"It looks like we'll have to search floor by floor!"
Wang Luo didn't hesitate,
and he and Zhao Qingxuan began searching the hotel.
"I hope she's still in the hotel and hasn't gone out shopping!"
If that were the case,
Wang Luo would be truly helpless.
Each floor of the hotel was very large,
making searching inconvenient.
So, as soon as they reached a floor,
they would shout the person's name,
hoping to attract Yang Shu's attention!
"Yang Xiaoshu~"
"Shushu~"
"......"
Their voices echoed between the floors.
While this method was more convenient,
it also attracted many zombies,
forcing the two to search while running.
Their purpose for being here was not to kill zombies,
as that would be a waste of time.
"Wang Luo, why do you call her Yang Xiaoshu?"
Zhao Qingxuan asked curiously.
"Well! I just think it sounds nicer!"
Wang Luo replied casually.
In his previous life, Yang Shu had told him that calling her that made her feel more intimate.
In just a moment,
nearly a hundred zombies followed behind them,
a dense black mass.
"Brother, are there any more zombies outside?"
A man's voice came from a room.
He had heard the commotion from the outside.
"No more, all the zombies have gone downstairs!"
Wang Luo responded.
*Crack*,
the room door opened,
and a gaunt face peeked out.
Then... then the large group of zombies following Wang Luo and Zhao Qingxuan surged into the room!
"See?"
"In the apocalypse, don't trust others easily!"
Wang Luo said to Zhao Qingxuan beside him.
This was a fundamental rule of survival in the apocalypse.
"Mm, I learned it!"
Zhao Qingxuan nodded.
They walked through each floor, calling out several times,
and the number of zombies behind them grew larger and larger.
Second floor...
Third floor...
Fourth floor...
They ascended the staircase,
when suddenly,
there was a commotion from above,
a rustling sound like many people walking.
"What's that sound?"
Zhao Qingxuan asked.
"A large number of zombies are coming down from above!"
Wang Luo was too familiar with this sound;
he frowned and stopped ascending the stairs,
instead pulling Zhao Qingxuan towards the guest rooms on the same floor.
Just as they moved away from the stairwell,
a middle-aged man, slightly chubby, wearing a white chef's uniform with gold trim,
ran down from above, his face pale and panting.
And behind him,
a large group of zombies was descending.
"Oh my god!"
"Did I stumble into a zombie nest?"
Yang Qianzhou had just reached the stairwell when he saw a large group of zombies surging up from below.
His face turned even paler.
In his haste,
he could only run in the direction Wang Luo and Zhao Qingxuan had gone.
"Daughter!"
"Your old man might be done for here!"
Yang Qianzhou had already prepared himself to jump to his death.
He would rather die
than become a walking dead zombie.
However,
as he passed a guest room,
the tightly shut door suddenly opened,
and a strong arm reached out,
pulling him inside.
Then the door immediately closed.
"Mmm..."
Before Yang Qianzhou could cry out,
a large hand covered his mouth.
"Shh!"
Wang Luo held Yang Qianzhou's mouth with one hand
and made a shushing gesture with the other.
Yang Qianzhou's eyes widened,
and he nodded.
It seemed he had been saved!
Wang Luo released his hand,
wiping it on the man's clean chef's uniform.
At this moment,
many zombies were flooding outside,
their chaotic footsteps audible even through the soundproofed room!
"Huff, huff, huff!"
Yang Qianzhou covered his mouth,
afraid to breathe loudly.
Sweat beaded on his forehead,
whether from fear or heat, it was unclear!
A moment later,
Wang Luo looked at the man in the chef's uniform before him and whispered, "I need to ask you about someone!"
If it weren't for the fact that the man was wearing a chef's uniform,
Wang Luo would not have intervened.
Because Zhao Qingxuan had said
that Yang Shu's father was the head chef of this hotel!
Therefore, this man in the chef's uniform might know him and could provide some clues.
At the very least,
even if he didn't know him,
Wang Luo would gain a chef,
so it was a win-win situation!
"Who?"
Yang Qianzhou asked, catching his breath.
"Yang Shu!"
"You... you know my daughter?"
"Your daughter?"
Wang Luo and Zhao Qingxuan exclaimed in unison,
their eyes wide as they looked at the slightly plump middle-aged man before them.
There was not the slightest resemblance between him and Yang Shu.
"If you dare to lie to me, you will die a terrible death!"
Wang Luo said coldly.
"Is there any need to lie? She is indeed my daughter!"
Yang Qianzhou said seriously.
Wang Luo's eyes narrowed: "What is your birthday?"
"Today!"
"Since it's your birthday today, why are you still wearing your chef's uniform?"
Zhao Qingxuan asked with a serious expression.
Shouldn't he be resting on his birthday?
"Because I only had half the afternoon off; the hotel was too busy!"
"And then the zombies appeared right at noon, so what birthday is there to celebrate?"
Yang Qianzhou said helplessly.
The apocalypse had arrived too suddenly,
leaving people completely unprepared!
His birthday had almost turned into his death anniversary.
"Then let me ask you, on what date was Yang Shu born?"