White ash like snow danced in the sky, which presented a brilliant blue-purple hue. The earth was desolate, a misty expanse.
The two walked outward from this place, not too fast, appearing particularly strenuous, with one person's face gradually becoming clear.
It was Su Changxing himself.
The other person remained blurry and indistinct, seeming very familiar, but unable to remember who.
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Listening to Zhong Jueqing's words, Su Changxing's eyes suddenly widened, with an unfamiliar, never-experienced image floating in his mind, very realistic,
as if personally experiencing it, even feeling that cold touch on the skin, penetrating deep into the bone marrow.
Switched to another place?
Su Changxing rubbed his forehead, glanced around, and said, "Those zombies started flowing again, probably controlled by Lady of the House, we should go out quickly."
Zhong Jueqing nodded and said, "Let's go back, the zombies over there were cleared, much fewer."
