The Necklace

"Keep going in this direction. Don't look back. If you find a suitable place, hide." Zhang Heng spoke to Fabrikot.

"What about you?" Fabrikot asked.

"I'll draw them away, then come back for you."

It wasn't that Zhang Heng had suddenly been possessed by Norman Bethune, undergone some spiritual awakening, and started embodying the selfless spirit of internationalism. He had mainly underestimated those monsters' tracking abilities in the swamp. If the two of them kept running like this, they would inevitably be wiped out together.

If he abandoned Fabrikot, Zhang Heng would have a good chance of escaping on his own.

But escaping wasn't his goal tonight. He wanted to investigate what was happening to him, which meant he first needed to understand what had happened in the town. So unless it came down to the wire, he would still try to keep Fabrikot alive.

After saying that, Zhang Heng handed Fabrikot a revolver. "This is for self-defense, but remember, don't fire it unless you have to. Otherwise, I might not be able to save you either."

Fabrikot wasn't stupid and immediately understood what Zhang Heng meant.

The pistol could protect him to some extent, but the gunshot would expose his position. If most of the monsters surrounded him, Zhang Heng wouldn't get himself trapped just to save him.

Even so, the gun gave Fabrikot some sense of security.

When faced with fear beyond all reason, the products of human civilization and technology could offer at least a little comfort. Especially if those monsters cornered him—without a gun, he would certainly die, while with one, he could at least take a gamble.

The footsteps behind them were getting closer. After briefly giving Fabrikot a few instructions, Zhang Heng split up with him. Fabrikot continued forward, while Zhang Heng chose another