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Nangong Xun held a wooden crossbow in his hand, strutting through the team with a bit of borrowed authority. However, in truth, his shooting was even less accurate than Jiang Jincheng's.
Jiang Jincheng had always been seriously training and designing; he could now steady his little face and use a wooden crossbow to kill a few zombies on the side.
The wooden crossbow in Nangong Xun's hands was purely for show.
"Hurry up, there must be more zombies hearing the noise and coming over."
After slaying the last zombie with a single strike, Anqing bent down and picked up Ruanruan, while Wu Ya held Jiang Jincheng.
There was no other way—if Nangong Xun were to carry them, he probably wouldn't be able to take many steps before becoming exhausted.
"Ah ah ah!!! They're coming, they're coming!"
Nangong Xun saw a swarm of zombies rushing toward them, cried out loudly, and took to his heels, running without looking where he was going.
Anqing "......"
Wu Ya "........."
