The zombie was hit by a bullet and instantly collapsed to the right.
Gan Hu gratefully looked in the direction of the shot; it was Yao Zuo.
He held the gun with both hands, and in a flash of lightning, he was completely drenched, the heavy rain blowing in from outside the window, soaking his hair.
Raindrops trickled down from his hair, one by one.
"Thanks! Luckily you shot, otherwise I'd be dead!" Gan Hu said to Yao Zuo, filled with gratitude after the close call.
Yao Zuo, eyes resolute, spoke to Gan Hu: "Brother Hu, are you okay?"
Gan Hu patted his thigh, feeling less weak, and said, "I'm fine."
Yao Zuo nodded immediately, walked to the window, and after being stunned for a few seconds, said to Gan Hu behind him: "Brother Hu, you should come and see this."
Gan Hu felt uneasy in his heart; his legs had been numb and weak earlier and hadn't fully recovered, but he forced himself to move over there.
