The eastern outskirts of the city,
When Zhang Yang returned in the Base Vehicle, Qiong Kou stopped him.
She was in terrible shape. She seemed to have just gone through a brutal battle; her face was pale, and even her eyes held a trace of despair.
"Old Wang is dead."
"I thought you were a smart man. I told you not to cross the line. Why did you leave the city?"
Unable to hold herself back, Qiong Kou shouted.
Zhang Yang froze, then frowned.
"Could Old Wang have died because of me?"
Qiong Kou took several breaths and stared at Zhang Yang, her expression complicated.
"Old Wang didn't die because of you. He was simply outmatched. But that isn't the key issue!"
"The key issue is—you two! You left the most important thing undone. Old Wang died for nothing. Old Wang and I fought to the death to win you nine days of breathing room. For those nine days, you could do whatever you wanted in this city. Why—why did you still have to leave? Why didn't you hurry up and develop it?"
"By the day after tomorrow at the earliest, or the following day at the latest, three hundred to five hundred thousand demon zombies will surround the city again. By the twentieth day, a million-strong demon zombie tide will form ahead of schedule. Tell me, what are you going to use to stop it?"
Qiong Kou lowered her voice and roared.
"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will hold it back."
Zhang Yang bared his teeth in a relaxed grin, as though he hadn't noticed that Qiong Kou was furious enough to chop someone up.
He had anticipated this situation long ago. Since the Apocalyptic Village Building Quest contained so many complicated variables,