Sigh.
A hint of conflict in his eyes.
An hour had passed since he came down, and he was unsure if it was safe up there.
Gan Xiong gritted his teeth, then stood up from the soft sofa and walked to the basement first floor.
Looking at the heavy steel plate above, his eyes conflicted again.
To go up or not to go up?
It was as if two little people were fighting in his head.
One seemed to say, that's your descendants, whether they're dead or alive, you need to see them.
The other seemed to say, forget it, this is a premeditated attack, so many zombies outside, going out now means death, and it's been so long, they are probably bitten to death by zombies, going up is just wasting effort, better to wait here, spend ten days, half a month, or even six months.
At dawn, the hidden enemies will surely come out.
It's better not to go up.
Anyway, so many things are stored down here, there is no shortage of food, and there's water too.
It is safe enough here!
