"I...I...I'm sorry," Bai Qunchao stuttered, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"Go!"
"Fine, I'm going! I'm sorry!" Bai Qunchao's eyes were filled with resolve. He loudly declared, picked up his gun and sprinted towards the door at the end of the alley.
"Qunchao!" Zhang Long suddenly called out to his retreating figure. Turning around, he heard another proclamation: "Let's be brothers in our next life. Farewell!"
On hearing this, Bai Qunchao froze on the spot, a surge of emotion welling up, as tears filled his eyes.
"Ah-Long!"
"Go! Go. Remember to burn more paper money for me. I don't want to be a poor ghost again."
Bai Qunchao nodded heavily, then turned and ran, stumbling every few steps. Behind him, zombies spilled out from the corner of the alley. He opened the door, rushed inside, as the roar from outside vanished instantly. He was now a flood of tears.
