Ding Ling ignored Seok-woo instead, spinning around and sprinting into the distance. As he ran, he shouted, "I'll draw them away! You go first!"
Seok-woo was deeply moved. His eyes grew misty, and he was thoroughly touched by what Ding Ling had done.
How could he not see Ding Ling's intention?
The tide of zombies surged toward them like water.
If no one took the initiative to draw them away, the zombie tide would completely block the train's path forward. By then, no one would be able to leave or escape. They would all die.
"Brother Ding Ling!"
Seok-woo trembled all over. In his eyes, Ding Ling looked like the Sun God descending to earth, his entire body enveloped in holy light, dazzling beyond words.
"Go!"
Ding Ling shouted as he led the zombie tide in the opposite direction.
In just a moment, the previously congested area was cleared. The densely packed zombie tide charged toward the direction of Ding Ling's roar. Xiù'ān saw everything clearly through the window. Her eyes were bloodshot, and two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks. Though she was young, she wasn't stupid. How could she not understand Ding Ling's intention? She looked at Seok-woo. "Dad, Big Brother, he, he, he..."
She wanted to ask whether Ding Ling would die and whether he could return safely.
But in the end, she couldn't bring herself to say it. Faced with this zombie horde surging like a terrifying tsunami, even a Heavenly God descending to earth would probably find it difficult to withstand, let alone an ordinary person like Ding Ling.
"Ding Ling..."
Sheng Jing pressed her lips together and gently stroked her belly as she looked toward Ding Ling's position with a complicated expression. The apocalypse had arrived, her husband was dead, and Ding Ling,