At that moment, the bridge was crawling with the walking dead. Sometime during the past few years, Orange Isle Bridge had already collapsed,
and the bridge that stood there now
had been rebuilt into a highway-like junction, branching off toward many bridges that connected to the surrounding high-rises. Now, it was occupied by
countless walking corpses.
Watching the military-green off-road vehicle draw closer and closer, the commander couldn't help growing tense. He cried out, interrupting
the two people's conversation.
"Look! That vehicle's almost at Orange Isle Bridge!"
His cry made the other two frown as well. Even the young monk Huiru, who was always so careful and attentive toward Fang Yuxuan,
couldn't help knitting his brows with worry,
let alone Daoist Shouyi beside him.
The two of them hurried to the edge of the building. None of the three feared the downpour. Although the rain obscured part of their view,
they all used binoculars
to watch the vehicle, showing no sign of slowing, as it hurtled toward the horde of walking corpses. Even after so many years of cultivation,
the monk and the Daoist couldn't help holding their breaths.
The commander was even more alarmed. At that moment, he cried out,
"What is she trying to do!? Is she going to charge straight into them!? That's too reckless!!"
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He lowered his binoculars and was about to grab his walkie-talkie, but just as he lifted the radio hanging from his chest, the young monk
Huiru said calmly,
"Trust her... Trust her even more than you trust me."
Daoist Shouyi hadn't expected the young monk to say that. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. He glanced back at
Huiru, lowered his head in thought for a moment, then
turned around, wanting to get a good