Wu Hao: ...?
What could he say?
My God.
Are the people here all out of their minds?
If time could turn back, he definitely wouldn't have come here. Forget about shelters or not, it has absolutely nothing to do with him.
A moment later.
A figure appeared at the door. When Wu Hao saw the figure appear, he felt something was off. The person was hanging their head low, slowly walking toward him one step at a time.
"This…" Wu Hao saw thick liquid dripping from the person's mouth and instantly understood the situation: a zombie. The person had turned into a zombie, which means things are chaotic outside now.
Sausage Brother was meticulously cleaning, casually glancing over, "Bro, can you hurry up? I've almost cleaned all my stuff, and you've only pulled out one fingernail. Don't waste time."
He still didn't know about the person's condition and continued to work earnestly.
