"Take everyone back to the base immediately," Xie Ning said to Cres with a serious expression. "Go right now."
"What's going on?" Song Shijun ran over. "Sis, why is that horde of zombies suddenly swarming toward us?"
Xie Ning reached out and patted his shoulder. "Someone must have deliberately lured them here."
"No more questions. Get on that bus up ahead and go back to the base now."
"What about you?"
"I'm going to go meet an old friend, of course," Xie Ning said, her eyes glinting coldly.
On the rapidly approaching helicopter in the distance, her Spirit Capture had already picked up several familiar figures.
Xie Ning narrowed her eyes at the sky, then slowly and with a hint of hesitation, reached out her hand to catch a crystalline object.
"A snowflake?" A flash of surprise appeared in Song Shijun's eyes.
'What kind of bizarre weather is this? It's snowing lightly under a sun that's over sixty degrees?'
