After hearing what Qiongli had to say, some people nodded decisively, while others showed regret on their faces. If they had known earlier, they wouldn't have followed Qiongli to Chenyang 169 Base. Wouldn't it have been better to go to a closer base?
At least, they wouldn't be constantly risking their lives. There were a thousand people when they set off, now only one in ten remained. And this was just the beginning. What would they experience on the rest of the journey? Who would be the next to die? Would it be themselves?
While Qiongli was dividing all the food into eighty-six shares, Tang Ye seemed to sense something and turned his head to look into the darkness in the distance. At this moment, a faint smell of decay wafted over. Many people frowned and sniffed, thinking they might have smelled wrong, but there was a definite stink!
This smell was like that of a rotting corpse. Qiongli's face changed dramatically. This was the smell of a zombie!
