Everything happening inside the pipe was transmitted word by word to the survivors outside the well.
Especially the sound of the henchman swinging the cleaver in a venting manner, it was like a sharp thorn continuously stabbing Lin Junfu's heart.
The young Fangfang seemed yet to understand what was happening. She continuously asked the adults around her, "Where's my dad? Why hasn't he come out yet? Can you help rush him out?"
No one knew how to answer the little girl's question, He Jing was directly frozen in place, like a soulless wooden person, motionless, eyes dull.
But even if you don't move, the zombies will not have any pity for your sadness.
Upon seeing a large mass of plump food appear, they excitedly howled, and then collectively waved their arms and began gathering toward the well.
"Damn it! Old Lin! Old Lin! We have to hurry and leave! We can't delay any longer!"
