"Really... can it really be done? King Yama, I really want to live."
After Zhang Su finished speaking, a middle-aged man around forty cried and asked.
"Be grateful that you didn't die on the spot. Don't lose your chance to survive!"
Zhang Su walked up to the man speaking and patted him on the shoulder.
Don't lose your chance to survive.
A very plain, simple, even slightly flawed sentence rekindled hope in the hearts of many who were gradually falling into despair. Life is such a precious thing, it is certainly worth going all out to protect, cannot be lost, must not be lost!
"Hey, hey... Brother Su, there's a situation!"
At this moment, Qi Xiaoshuai's voice entered Zhang Su's ear. His walkie-talkie volume was very low, generally inaudible to others, but Zhao Dezhu and others also wore walkie-talkies, so many people in the shop heard it.
