Night fell.
Xu Xiaojun looked at Wang Tao.
"Brother Wang, let me go with you, my wounds have healed already!"
"No, you're too weak."
Wang Tao shook his head.
"..."
Xu Xiaojun felt a bit embarrassed.
Actually, it wasn't that Xu Xiaojun was too weak; the main issue was that he couldn't see in the dark, so he couldn't keep up with Wang Tao and Jiang Shixue. Otherwise, he could at least carry a backpack.
Wang Tao asked Xu Xiaojun to rest here while he and Jiang Shixue climbed to the rooftop.
From evening to nightfall, there was still no change around the grain warehouse today.
Wang Tao felt that those blood-colored zombies would only appear when the darkness of night truly settled in.
The cool breeze of the night was refreshing, and Wang Tao and Jiang Shixue quietly waited on the rooftop.
At one moment, the clouds obscured the few stars, making the night even darker.
Jiang Shixue tugged at Wang Tao's clothes.
"They've appeared!"
