Several days later, on the main road in front of the Base City gates, a man, disheveled and pale, staggered forward, each step requiring immense effort.
"Help—"
Qian Yun struggled to lift his head, gazing at the Base City so near, a glimmer of hope igniting in his vacant eyes. His dry, cracked lips parted slightly, attempting to utter a hoarse sound.
"Halt! Stay back!"
Seeing a filthy human, resembling a zombie, approach, the sentry at the gate immediately grew alert.
In an instant, many soldiers raised their rifles, aiming at Qian Yun, their expressions tense.
Unexpectedly, just as the soldier's warning ended, Qian Yun, who was about to plead for rescue, could no longer hold on and collapsed powerlessly to the ground, fainting.
The sentry soldiers, witnessing this, were startled but dared not make any rash moves.
After all, no one could tell if the person was truly human or an Evolved Zombie in disguise.
