The last zombie movie Xia Liang had enjoyed was filmed decades ago.
"That's right." Wu Tong nodded eagerly. "The director is very ambitious. He wants to use this film to restore Xiangjiang's zombie movies to their former glory."
"That's good. I'm becoming more interested in zombie movies myself," Xia Liang nodded. Regardless of the director's capabilities, having ambition was always a good thing.
"So, Grand Master Xia, what are your plans? Will you be staying in Haojiang?" Wu Tong asked.
Xia Liang suddenly turned to look at her. "I don't plan on staying in Haojiang either. My business here is finished. We're leaving this afternoon."
"Leaving this afternoon... wait a second." Wu Tong caught something in his words. "We?"
"That's right!" A smile lifted the corners of Xia Liang's mouth. "We're going to Xiangjiang."
「That same afternoon.」
At a pier in Haojiang, Xia Liang and a mask-wearing Wu Tong were waiting for the ferry.
