Over eight hundred people died in one night in the settlement, but the total number did not decrease at all, instead, it increased.
More people have entered the settlement.
The teams returning from outside all had different expressions, none were relaxed, having gone through a life and death ordeal, they were all physically and mentally exhausted.
The settlement was bustling with people, giving a sense of liveliness.
In a dim and dilapidated study, the firelight flickered, illuminating the profiles of three people, the boundaries were not clear, it was a gradual change from light to dark.
Huang Biao, with bandages wrapped around his waist, said in a deep voice, "A large number of people in the settlement have already transformed into zombies, and quite a few are causing trouble."
"Causing trouble?"
Su Changxing frowned and said, "For what, too many people have died?"
