The fire in Dongming City burned all night long until the early morning of the next day, when Ling Mo and his group emerged from an abandoned small inn, they could still see thick black smoke in the distance.
Not only did the sky seem completely blackened, but there was also a faint, extremely pungent smell.
Looking at this scene through the desolate buildings, anyone would probably feel like the world was being corroded bit by bit.
"This fire is fierce, it's attracted the zombies from the vicinity."
Mu Chen cautiously poked his head out, looked around both sides of the street, and then showed a relieved expression, saying.
Ling Mo, carrying a backpack, hands in his pocket, came out looking like he had not slept well, but his eyes were still bright. Standing on the doorstep, he casually reminded, "Don't forget, we have a half-finished product with us. If you want to see a zombie, just turn your head."
"Ah?"
