Two groups stood opposite of each other in the dark, the second level in absolute silence.
Xu Shanshan looked at the children in Ah-Jin's arms with a frown before turning to the seven or eight townspeople behind Ah-Jin.
These people did not look like zombies.
Except for their emaciated bodies, their extremely dried lips, and the deep, dark circles under their eyes, there was nothing special about them.
Ah-Jin anxiously hugged the two children and vigilantly watched Xu Shanshan and her group.
"How long have you stayed here?" A girl's cold voice emerged from the crowd.
The group members subconsciously parted to the side, revealing a little girl's tiny figure.
She might be small, but the air turned repressive to the point of suffocation when she spoke her cold inquiry. Ah-Jin was so nervous that he did not dare to directly look at her eyes.
