Li Tie stood guard at the entrance to these steps, with a dozen or so zombies continuously climbing up, only to be quickly stabbed down with a spear.
Dapao, holding a stick, cooperated from the side—every time Li Tie pierced a zombie, Dapao would push it down with the stick.
Outside, the rain was still drizzling.
Zombies had already flooded in, and it looked like there were dozens of them.
In such remote places, there would typically be fewer zombies, but in this vast country with abundant resources, there were populations in many places.
Even some desolate-looking areas could harbor a surprising number of people, far beyond your imagination.
Especially in the rain, zombies' sense of smell would become particularly keen, allowing them to scent prey from far away, so they would chase over from great distances.
This was difficult; it was one of the most challenging aspects of braving a torrential downpour in the post-apocalyptic world: it was hard to hide...
