It'll Be Impossible to Pick You Up If You Fall Down

The collapse of White Dragon Base had caught Wu Liang completely off guard.

If Jiang You had not blown up Four Seasons Valley and cut off White Dragon Base's food supplies, and if a monk had not accidentally killed the Base Leader, White Dragon Base could never have been divided up so quickly.

But sometimes, when there were too many coincidences, it was hard not to grow suspicious.

How could it be such a coincidence that Four Seasons Valley was bombed, and then a monk who had a grudge against the Gu family and possessed strange abilities showed up right afterward?

Could that monk have something to do with Jiang You?

No, White Dragon Base had not fallen. The Gu family had.

No matter who moved in, White Dragon Base would continue to exist.

The journey to Longshan went exceptionally smoothly, and Wu Liang felt as though she were dreaming.

At first, she had thought Jiang You had made a poor choice of personnel, sending out a brain-damaged man to handle things. But after traveling with him all this way, her opinion had already changed.

Usually, that potato-faced man looked carefree and cheerful, like a happy lunatic.

But whenever they encountered a life-or-death crisis, he seemed to become an entirely different person.

Under the cover of his powerful mental strength, every crisis could be resolved with ease.

The zombies whose eyes had been deceived, the zombies that exploded above her, and the zombies that were clearly standing in an open plaza yet were twisted into pretzels by an invisible force before her eyes...

Along the way, Wu Liang felt as though she had witnessed three hundred and sixty ways for zombies to die.

Strangely, however, every time the crisis was over, the potato-faced man wore a bewildered expression.

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