"Dr. Fu, do we need to transport these two corpses to Cui Leng Pavilion?"
Zhong Xiaoshan saw Fu Weijun lying on Duan Wuhu's back, holding a piece of the corpse with a pensive look, and thus asked.
"Sure, that's for the best, thank you."
Fu Weijun snapped back to reality, smiled, and nodded at Zhong Xiaoshan. There was no animosity between them; their earlier heated exchange was business, not personal.
While directing people to clean up the broken pieces of the corpses, Zhong Xiaoshan found Yang Liehuo and said, "Brother Yang, the zombies have gotten a lot more powerful since the snowfall. I'm really uneasy. We can't be too concerned about Brother Su and the others outside, but we've been entrusted with guarding the rear, and there can be no mistakes!"
"Absolutely, sigh, poor Jiaohua, Fenfang, and Xiaolian..."
Yang Liehuo felt quite melancholic after hearing Zhong Xiaoshan's words.
"That's not what I'm talking about..."
