In the entire post-apocalyptic world, it seems there are only two types of relationships—intruders and guardians.
Wen Xishu did not peek at the screen, because the "read" receipt was glaringly obvious.
Xun Hui, on the other hand, was resting peacefully.
The warmth of the campfire brought a sense of tranquility to the supermarket, a tranquility that did not belong to the apocalypse.
"Do you think there are still humans in the Slaughter Tower World?" Yue Yun asked.
"It's unlikely there are any humans left in this place, right?" Nissen took over the conversation.
Xiaojin thought for a moment:
"My grandfather said there are still some, just very few. He said there's still a human gathering point in this world called Ark."
Wen Xishu got interested; he opened his eyes, wanting to ask about this topic.
But suddenly, Xun Hui also opened his eyes. Unlike Wen Xishu, Xun Hui's eyes were full of vigilance.
