Xia Dong interjected suddenly, "Manyu, please don't. Can't we still have some control over this zombie virus? I don't want to live like a non-human, non-ghost."
Manyu shrugged, "What else can we do? If we had control, would the situation be like this?"
Sun Han, with his eyes closed, chimed in, "We can play mahjong. It won't be too boring, and we can still live like human beings."
Professor Feng commented, "Impressive, young people still thinking about playing in this situation. I'm more concerned about how many more days we can eat our food supplies."
Fu Shinan also thought about this issue, but Cao Yong's farm seemed to have quite a lot of things...
After about another hour, the sound of a car came from outside.
"Shinan, it's me," Mo Cheng's voice came from outside.
As Fu Shinan opened the door, a small figure immediately rushed over.
"Auntie, why did you leave me?" Xiao Chang'an hugged Fu Shinan's thighs, reluctant to let go.
