Suddenly, these people were a wave of excitement. Then they ran directly toward the convoy, shouting as they went:
"Help!"
Seeing this scene, the faces of Yang Changhong and her group turned ugly.
Xu Xiaojun scratched his head.
"Are these people stupid? Shouting like this at a time like this..."
Although he was a bit single-minded, he was not stupid. He knew that in the apocalypse, when faced with danger, one definitely should not shout loudly, or else one would die even faster.
Hearing Xu Xiaojun's words, Wang Tao's eyes narrowed slightly.
"No, they're not stupid, they're being clever, they want to drag us down with them!"
"What?"
Xu Xiaojun was stunned.
Apart from Xu Xiaojun and Jiang Shixue, the others could see the sinister intentions of this group of survivors who were running for their lives.
