Wang Chen looked at Fu Zhe's corpse and fell silent for a moment. He did not feel too bad.
After all, Fu Zhe hadn't known him for long and didn't have too deep of a relationship with him.
He was only thinking about himself. Perhaps one day, he would also die silently at the hands of monsters.
"This way!"
At this moment, Chen Feng's voice came from afar.
Wang Chen looked over and saw him running over with Pei Qingju and the others.
"Brother Wang, how is Fatty?" Duan Lang asked anxiously.
Because both of them were chubby, his relationship with Fu Zhe was closer than others. The rest of the people fell silent as soon as he finished speaking.
"He's already dead," Wang Chen stood up and calmly announced to everyone.
"It's been hard on you." He patted Chen Feng's shoulder.
Chen Feng panted heavily. His eyes widened as he muttered, "If I were a little faster...just a little faster, his aunt might be able to save him."
