Lin Baici finished chopping zombies, shook off the blood and brain matter stuck to the fire axe, and rested it on his shoulder.
"Let's go!"
Lin Baici walked onto the corridor bridge!
"Old White, you're awesome!"
Xu Daguan gave two thumbs up.
The corridor bridge isn't wide, one bridge can't accommodate so many people, so everyone spread out over several bridges. Now, seeing Lin Baici starting to move forward, those not on this bridge quickly caught up.
Beyond the moon gate is a long street at midnight.
The cold winter wind blew, like an iron rake scraping against skin, instantly causing everyone to shiver with a piercing pain.
On both sides are residential buildings of four or five stories, appearing old and dilapidated, the mottled walls resembling the faces of dying old people, exuding a strong sense of death.
Every few dozen meters on the street, there's a streetlamp, but the lamps keep flickering, emitting a sizzling electric sound, looking about to break too.
