Believing in strangers casually often results in persecution.
That time, he was really lucky, otherwise he would have been dead. Although zombies are hateful, he couldn't help but feel grateful for their arrival, like a heavenly army descending to devour that group of hateful guys.
Otherwise, he would have been the one who died.
However...
"Beep beep beep..."
He pressed the horn, and the motorbike emitted sharp beeping sounds. The zombies, crazily attempting to overturn the truck, heard the sound and abruptly turned their heads to look.
They ignored Wu Hao, but they could hear the sound of the horn.
"Ho ho"
"Ho ho"
The zombies let out low roars towards the motorbike.
But they didn't see any flesh and blood, and didn't rush over immediately.
