Song Youzhi forcefully shoved a coil of hemp rope into the toolbox.
This way, he could carry the box in one hand and the fire axe in the other, without worrying about the rope dragging on the ground and tripping him.
He frowned at Xiao Zhu's words. "Stop getting all sentimental. Let's get a move on. You'll know what's going on once you hurry back and see for yourself."
"I just feel that... this world has suddenly... suddenly become so bizarre. It's really frightening."
Xie Ning was speechless. "So, are you coming or not?"
'Seriously, lady? You have time to reminisce at a time like this?'
'We barely managed to break out of that zombie horde. Shouldn't we be making a run for it?'
"Uncle, toward the exit."
Song Youzhi quickly answered in agreement.
The uncle-and-niece duo didn't wait for Xiao Zhu to pull herself together, running straight for the exit.
Xiao Zhu froze for a second. Not daring to waste any more words, she quickly scrambled to follow them.
