It was as if the figure standing before him was no longer their camp's guardian deity but a terrifying zombie.
Xu Xiaojun was somewhat puzzled, not understanding why this person was so wary of him; he hadn't been infected with the zombie virus, had he?
Nevertheless, Xu Xiaojun didn't say much. He was never much of a talker to begin with, and after what had happened, he talked even less.
The more silent he remained, the more pressure the guard felt, to the point where cold sweat started to appear on his forehead.
Who knows if it was a minute, or ten, or even longer… Finally, people from the camp came out, and not just a few but a whole crowd, as if the entire camp had come.
Seeing so many people, Xu Xiaojun's face, for once, displayed a rare smile. These people were here to welcome him… right?
"You actually didn't die? You still have the face to come back!"
