Song Jian had been waiting patiently for the kaleidoscope of light to coalesce. After more than an hour, the colorful glow gradually faded, and a three-story supermarket appeared in the center of Camel Square.
Finally, Song Jian sighed in relief. During the day, he had been constantly worried about whether the Doomsday Supermarket would reappear. If not, the ten zombie nuclei in his bundle would be useless.
Standing at the entrance of the supermarket, Song Jian looked through the glass doors and saw an array of items inside. There was an abundance of products, not only daily necessities but also a variety of tools and even weapons.
There were two guns in Song Jian's pack now, a handgun and a double-barreled shotgun. Except, because he had used up all the bullets, the handgun only served as a nutcracker and the shotgun, without ammunition, was as good as a fire stick.
