The bus wasn't moving fast, so that Leng Yebai could keep up.
Fan Liping frequently glanced at the rearview mirror, afraid they might turn somewhere else.
From his angle, he could only see Leng Yebai riding a bicycle, his demeanor as cold as ever.
Fan Liping knew that beneath this cool facade lay a foolish soul.
Fan Liping then shifted his gaze to the interior rearview mirror, which showed the scene inside the bus.
Even if the bus was cleaned every day, it was still filled with a decaying odor, and despite scrubbing, some black marks remained on the floor near the bus door.
Not just on the floor; on the seats, handles, and even the windows were traces of black blood or small pieces of decayed flesh.
These were the remnants left by zombies.
The cozy scenes that Zhang Yiming wanted, similar to the Bai Family's bus, were ultimately unattainable.
Fan Liping sighed softly.
