"Hold on a bit longer! I'll go back and tidy up!"
Old Liu kicked the car door shut again, and green light overflowed from his chubby fingers.
Green vines erupted from his fingertips, instantly covering the bun shop door and the green garbage truck, sealing them tightly.
Uncle Wang widened his eyes, seeing through the green vines that a dense swarm of zombies was already lunging towards them.
The vines were tough, and the zombies couldn't bite through them and come over soon.
"Old Liu, hurry up!"
Uncle Wang shouted toward the inside of the bun shop.
After getting a response, Uncle Wang yawned.
In the middle of the night, after bumping into zombies and doing good deeds, Uncle Wang was feeling a bit tired.
Ignoring the ferocious zombies outside the vines, Uncle Wang leaned on the steering wheel and took a nap.
Inside the bun shop, Uncle Liu quickly packed up, carrying two bags of flour in his left hand and holding a canvas bag in his right hand, rushed outside.
