Wu Xiang sneered, "Hmph, how much could there be, not even a fraction of our Lucky Star, but to be honest, there are really few zombies here. What method did they use to drive them away?"
A lackey said, "Could it be that they were wiped out?"
"Bullshit, wipe out my ass. Look around, do you see any corpses?" Wu Xiang was good at observing, and he didn't see a single corpse, so he didn't believe this nonsense.
The night always felt so empty.
Wu Xiang lit a cigarette, making the lackeys behind him envious. Cigarettes were quite valuable now, a hard currency among men, sometimes one cigarette could be exchanged for some food.
"Consider yourselves lucky, tonight you're keeping vigil with me here, I'll give each of you one to smoke."
Wu Xiang distributed the cigarettes.
"Brother Xiang, you're so generous."
"Brother Xiang, you're my idol."
