"Brother Zhou, a wise man adapts to circumstances. It’s advantageous to co over to our side sooner. In life, one must learn to follow others."
He Qing stood up and positioned himself behind Zhou Yang, his hands pressing on Zhou’s shoulders, patting them gently.
Then he said no more.
Everything that needed to be said had been said.
The thoughts were his own.
He couldn’t force Zhou Yang to choose. If it had been before, he wouldn’t have said these things, but his ntality had changed now. To put it simply...
Positive energy.
No problem.
Zhou Yang watched He Qing’s retreating figure and didn’t get up to see him out. Instead, he thought about what he had just said, sighing deeply.
"This guy changes too fast."
The He Qing of the past wasn’t like this. It seed that when a person changes, it really can be unimaginable.
He was holding the Zombie Album, carefully flipping through it again.
The limitations for Awakener advancent.
These were the data Lin Fan had worked out, indicating that the Awakeners at Sunshine Shelter had made leaps and bounds in progress, even reaching the levels recorded here.
anwhile, on the streets.
"Has your throat gone hoarse?"
Lin Fan hadn’t expected that even Screaming Zombies could have their voices go hoarse. Its voice was no longer resonant, sharp, or grating, but so hoarse it could no longer scream.
The Screaming Zombie seed unaware of what it was doing.
Each hoarse cry brought destructive blows to its kin, but it continued to scream, and its companions continued to respond to the call, coming towards the sound.
Perhaps this was so kind of mutual affection that was hard to extricate oneself from.
Lin Fan looked at the sky; it was getting late.
After observing the condition of the Screaming Zombie, he shook his head, without much thought, found so chains, and locked the Screaming Zombie to a pipe on the rooftop.
"I’m going ho now. You rest well. The throat is important, wait for ."
Lin Fan leaped down from the rooftop, entered a pharmacy, bought so throat lozenges, and returned to the rooftop, stuffing the "Golden Throat Lozenges" into the mouth of the Screaming Zombie.
"Golden Throat Treasure, even Ronaldo says it’s good after trying."
Absolutely no problem.
"Huh"
Dusk was falling.
The bound Screaming Zombie raised its head with its gray-white eyes staring at the sky, emitting a hoarse roar.
If it had thoughts,
perhaps it would wonder, is this really sothing a human would do?
At Sunshine Shelter.
Survivors gathered in groups; so drank baijiu, others beer, while children sipped on soda, their eyes round with curiosity as they watched the adults boast.
A lady wearing an apron, holding a spatula, looked around, as if searching for sothing, and soon saw a child mixing in and out on the street and dashed toward him with an imposing presence, appearing behind the child.
The child drinking juice looked forward to the uncles’ stories when suddenly he felt a chill on his back, as if two eyes were staring intently at him.
He turned his head around.
"Mom..."
The lady grabbed the child by the ear. "You ca out to play right after school. Have you finished the howork the teacher assigned?"
"Not yet."
"Then why aren’t you hurrying ho to do it with your mom?"
"Okay."
The child, head drooping, said goodbye to the uncles and obediently went ho.
This scene made the feasting and boasting group burst into laughter.
"Ah, give the kid so ti to play."
"Yeah, yeah, the kids probably never imagined that in the apocalypse, they still have to study."
The lady with hands on her hips looked at them, "As if you guys don’t need to work."
The n, scratching their heads helplessly, didn’t say another word.
Sure enough, when it ca to children’s education, won often took it more seriously. Anyone who tried to interfere would surely be angrily reprimanded.
After the lady with the child left,
The group of n discussed among themselves.
"Ah, in the apocalypse, our life isn’t too bad."
"Yeah, a long ti ago I thought I was going to die, but coming here, I’ve been given another chance to live."
"What do you think life will be like in the future?"
"It’s definitely going to get better and better."
"I know that, but I’m wondering if life will ever return to its forr prosperity?"
"For sure, I believe in Brother Lin, and also in the soldiers who’ve co here. As long as we’re given ti to breathe, we can build a brand-new city with our own hands."
They discussed over drinks, imagining a future they might have dared not to before.
But now, they genuinely dared to dream and even dared to take action.
On the roof of the store.
"He’s that strong?"
Guan Hao listened with his mouth agape to Old Zhong reporting back on the events that had just transpired.
"Even Dong Jia is that amazing?"
He thought about Dong Jia, who used to get tired when Hang Ge first trained her—a girl who’d complain early on in the training. Now, from what Old Zhong was saying, Dong Jia, dressed in War Armor, chopping down zombies like cutting vegetables, was truly sothing he found impressive. Never underestimate a woman; they can be formidable.
Old Zhong said, "Of course, not to brag, but even I might not be able to beat Dong Jia. If it were a fight to the death, I would be the one to die. She’s not soone to be taken lightly."
"What?"
"What’s with the surprise? You should know that Dong Jia’s Awakener ability is to foresee actions two seconds into the future. It’s like playing rock-paper-scissors; you make your move first, while she can counter accordingly."
"But that doesn’t add up. I rember in the Zombie Album, Lin Ge recorded that the Fusion Zombies also had the ability to foresee the future, but they were still killed by my Brother Lin."
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