Hey streamer, I want to come to the apocalypse and survive with you!

Chapter 7: Damn it, this is a clown the monkey hired!

[Patrick Star's friend: Seriously, streamer? You're serious? We're going to do a real-life post-apocalyptic survival adventure together?]

[A Radish: If you're really not joking, I think I need to take my phone to the police station. I think your situation is quite serious.]

[Gale force 8: If you're so capable, take me there! You really don't even bother to think before you lie!]

[Han Feng: Pick me! I happen to be off work today, so let me experience the post-apocalyptic world. Taking a picture with zombies would be nice too.]

[Brother Wuji: Stay skeptical, let's see how things go first. I have some connections, so whoever goes, just let me know in the live stream. I'll check it out offline, okay?]

[Gale force 8: Let me do it, I'll prove it!]

[Patrick Star's friend: Host, how many people are we looking for?]

Seeing the comments appearing in the live stream, Lu Yao became serious and carefully examined the changes in the live stream while holding her rice bowl.

His number of back-end fans has indeed exceeded one hundred.

It's fair to say that everyone in the live stream right now is following him and can be considered his fan.

but!

Below his profile picture, a line of text that had never appeared before appeared:

[Number of fan experiences: 1]

So only one fan is coming to try it out?

Lu Yao looked at the live stream with some concern and asked, "Everyone, don't get too excited. Joking aside, longtime fans should know my situation. This is a real apocalyptic world, not a joke. Don't actually come here to die!"

He's already struggling to get enough supplies for just one person; if another one comes along...

Doesn't that mean he'll have to keep trying to get more supplies?

This isn't a chance to experience it; it's like the livestreamer found a sugar daddy to support them.

Just as Lu Yao finished speaking, a system message appeared in the live stream room.

[System Message: Congratulations to fan Hanfeng for qualifying for the trial! Trial period: three days!]

[System Message: Please note that once the trial period expires, players will leave the post-apocalyptic world by death. Death during the trial period will result in early exit from the post-apocalyptic world.]

Upon seeing the latest system message, the people in the live stream fell silent once again.

Hanfeng?!

Isn't this a newbie who just joined the live stream yesterday? They were almost fooled by the level 8 gale, and only agreed to stay and watch Lu Yao's live stream after an old fan helped explain.

I can't believe this guy was so lucky; he actually got chosen.

The next moment, Lu Yao, who was holding a bowl of instant noodles, saw a phantom slowly appearing in the corridor and couldn't help but swallow.

Then, the phantom began to solidify, eventually becoming a living person.

Han Feng was a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in casual home clothes, wearing slippers, and sporting a perm.

"Holy crap, it really is you, streamer!"

As soon as Han Feng came out, he excitedly shouted, "I am Han Feng! No, my name is Han Feng, Han as in Korea and Feng as in maple leaf! I never thought all of this was true!"

"Where's the live stream? Can you guys see me? This is Hanfeng, but I can't see the live stream. Did you close it?"

"It was so cool. I was lying in my bed at home, and then I found that everything in front of me had changed, and I was standing on the ground."

"Host, are you serious? You've really transported me to another time..."

Seeing Han Feng's excitement, Lu Yao hurriedly dropped the bowl in her hand, not caring about wasting food, and directly covered his mouth.

"Shut up!"

Lu Yao was not happy at all at this moment.

On the contrary, his heart was in his throat as he stared in horror at the live stream.

The viewers in the live stream could hear Han Feng's appearance and started making noise, but Lu Yao was staring at the ten people on the opposite rooftop shown on the screen.

The actions just now had already alerted the ten people on the other side.

Moreover, the ten men immediately pointed their guns at the building where Lu Yao and the others were, their eyes filled with vigilance and seriousness. After finding a hiding place and a shooting point, the ten men stared intently at the opposite direction.

Lu Yao's heart sank when she saw this scene.

The worst has happened.

He never dreamed that his location would be exposed because of a fan.

Damn it.

He underestimated the group of fellow villagers in the live stream.

"What are you doing, streamer?"

Han Feng, still feigning indifference, said, "I'm here to help you. What are you trying to do by covering my mouth? We'll be going to kill zombies together later. Hurry up and give me your homemade spear so I can experience what it's like to kill zombies!"

Experience your grandpa's nonsense!

Lu Yao, his face dark, said in a low voice, "You bastard, you've exposed our location!"

Upon hearing this, Han Feng paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something, turning his head to look in the direction of the iron gate, his eyes filled with excitement.

Yeah, that cool and stylish local girl is in the building across the street!

"Watch me, I'm really good at interpersonal communication!"

After patting his chest and saying this, Han Feng ignored Lu Yao's attempts to stop him and ran out through the iron gate.

"Miss..."

Han Feng still had a smile on his face, and before he could finish speaking, a series of muffled gunshots rang out.

"Bang bang bang—"

Han Feng, who had just appeared, didn't even have a chance to react before he was riddled with bullets.

Then it fell straight down.

Upon seeing this, Lu Yao cursed under his breath as an idiot, then hurriedly picked up his belongings from the ground.

His location has been exposed; he has to leave this place.

He absolutely cannot stay, otherwise getting caught would be a real problem.

In the live stream room.

[One Radish: What's this guy doing there? Experiencing death?]

[Patrick Star's friend: I wish I had this opportunity! It's really funny. Han Feng, are you back yet? Don't let him really die over there.]

[Gale force 8: Murder! I'm calling the police! You're livestreaming murder, aren't you? Streamer, you're finished!]

[Brother Wuji: By the way, where did Hanfeng go? Hasn't he come back yet? Is he really dead?]

[Hanfeng: I'm back, still in shock. The feeling of being shot was so real. I even saw my own naivety in that moment. Those damned natives have no martial ethics.]

[A radish: Are you an idiot? It's the end of the world and you're still yelling and screaming? You wish you were dead!]

[Hanfeng: I was doing that for the streamer's sake! He was telling the truth, it was a real apocalyptic experience, he was really surviving in the apocalypse! I want to do it again, streamer, please take me on another one!]

[Patrick Star's friend: I rarely get angry, but look what you've done! Now the streamer has to move to a new hiding place!]

[Han Feng: What's it to you? You're just jealous that I was chosen!]

[One Radish: Give me your address, I'll come down and chat with you.]

[Hanfeng: Who's afraid of who? I've sent you the address privately. Let me see how you try to meet me offline. Be real!]