Yun Province.
A driving school not far from the highway.
Night falls.
A lot of people emerge from the vehicles almost as soon as they stop, Zhou Zhisheng gets off first.
The smell inside the car was overwhelmingly sour; he nearly threw up.
The constant bumping over two consecutive days left them feeling as if their bones were about to fall apart.
Especially last night, when the second half of the night was spent encountering a horde of zombies, preventing them from resting, and during the day, they traveled anxiously.
Despair and confusion filled everyone's hearts.
The dry, cold air sapped away body heat.
Hoo-hoo—
After getting off the car, Zhou Zhisheng went to Liu Cunyi's vehicle to discuss tomorrow's direction.
Being tied to the same fate improved the relations between the two families significantly.
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Since Zhou and Liu families left, the personnel within Western Alliance became much simpler.
