Zhang Tao's face turned crimson, "You're asking for death!"
"I think you're the one looking for death!" Xu Siming slightly raised his hand, and a cool breeze swept over, chilling Zhang Tao and his five companions into ice sculptures, rendering them immobile.
Xu Siming glanced sideways at Ji Wanwan, "Leave some meat for me, I'll take a stroll and come back to eat."
Ji Wanwan could not help but chuckle, "Okay."
With that, Xu Siming controlled the frozen six, making them walk out of the refuge step by step.
Due to the cleaning carried out by Ji Wanwan and the others in recent days, there were hardly any zombies left outside the refuge.
Even so, Zhang Tao and the others were terrified, but since they were frozen, they could not express any emotions or speak any words.
People from the cafeteria also followed to the hall to peer outside.
