Every time, we had to fight a hard battle before figuring out how to survive.
In Yindu, every step forward came at the cost of blood. It could be said that, in order to survive under these circumstances, we had already resorted to any means necessary.
There was just one thing that puzzled me greatly. We had been walking for so long and seen plenty of corpses, yet we still hadn't encountered a single living person.
Could it be that every living person in Yindu had really died? Over the past few days, we had encountered quite a few Living Dead. They kept waving and luring people in one after another.
Traps like this were everywhere. They were already dead; their corpses were merely being controlled by those strange plants.
At that moment, I asked this question, but the others looked completely at a loss.
"What people? Everyone in Yindu is dead."
"Not a single one escaped. Isn't that strange?"
"Yeah. Surviving here is practically impossible."
No wonder they thought that way. Sometimes, even I thought so myself. In this place, merely staying alive was already incredibly difficult, let alone doing anything else.
Even with my strength, trying to clear a path was still unbelievably difficult.
And let's not forget that the Golden Buddha was still searching for us. We had no choice but to be exceedingly careful.
Just then, we finally discovered a shopping mall. When we entered, we unexpectedly encountered people.
They were a group of strong, muscular men holding steel pipes, glaring at us as if they were ready to pounce.
After we explained that we had come from the outside world, their hostility disappeared. One after another, they asked us in panic whether rescue was coming. They were almost at their limit.
In this shopping mall,