Seeing Wu Fei had run away, Wang Tao picked up his axe but chose not to pursue any further.
It was night, and it was too dangerous outside. It wasn't worth risking his life.
He returned to the base by the way he'd come and then had someone repair the wire fence.
As he approached the grove, he felt the atmosphere here was somewhat strange—
Zhen Guo and several others seemed at a loss for words, while Han Rui stood gazing absentmindedly into the trees.
"What's happened to everyone?"
Wang Tao asked, puzzled.
"Sun Weiguang...has died..."
Han Rui lifted her head, her expression complex.
"Eh? Sun Weiguang is dead? Was he infected?"
Wang Tao was surprised.
Wasn't Sun Weiguang under control? How could he be dead unless he was infected by Ou Yingying...
"He was indeed infected, but... sigh, you better take a look yourself..."
Han Rui led Wang Tao deeper into the grove.
Upon seeing the scene before him, Wang Tao frowned instantly.
