The Cold-Faced Sword God of Doom

Twenty years ago, a zombie virus broke out around the world. Under the pressure of survival, Lin Qing, who had long abandoned the Miao Dao inheritance, had to practice again one move after another. With the powerful physique brought about by the continuous evolution of the virus, Lin Qing used his unparalleled Miao Dao skills to carve a way out of the desperate apocalypse. But now, the third shelter in China where Lin Qing served was attacked by zombies that had never been seen before. Looking at the ruins of the base, Lin Qing reluctantly closed his eyes. "If you can give me another chance, this scene will never happen again. If I can be stronger, if I kill that zombie in advance, if..." Countless regrets are intertwined. . . . . . Twenty years ago, Lin Qing opened her eyes again.