Time had unknowingly and slowly passed by; Tang Ye did not know how long it had been when he noticed the sky outside had darkened. He estimated it must have been around five or six hours, right?
Looking again at Brother Shi, the bloody hole that had been stabbed into his body had stopped bleeding, and the wound had already scabbed over. Only, too much blood had flowed; his face now looked very pale.
Dangling limply, he had been curling his body during this time, always keeping his eyes closed, trying to give his mind a bit of relief. But hanging as he was, he could never fall asleep, his eyes mostly seeing the faces of those decaying zombies.
However, he had discovered a fascinating trait about humans—their strong adaptability. At first, the ferocious and ugly zombies made people feel extremely scared, but after watching them for a while, they got used to the sight and no longer showed fear—of course, the more powerful beings were an exception, like that man.
