Looks like there would be no dumplings after all. A year after the apocalypse, Chen Ming still hadn't escaped the fate of being a porter.
He couldn't help thinking back to before the apocalypse, when he'd still been an office worker. He'd worked overtime during the New Year and couldn't even get a hot meal. It didn't seem all that different from now...
Chen Ming then called Sun Yuhang and the others, along with the other Awakened, formed a transport team, and immediately headed for Hanjiang Province.
Meanwhile, Cheng Luoyi went to find Sun Xiaoqiang and, at Lin Dong's invitation, went to his home to make dumplings.
Everyone busied themselves with tense preparations, intending to withstand the baptism of the global Zombie Tide.
At that moment, along a coastline within Dragon Country, scarlet seawater churned and washed over the beach. Dead fish and the corpses of mutated sea beasts lay everywhere.
A large ship docked there.
Numerous Blood Clan forces emerged from it, like ants pouring from a nest.
Zombie roars also rose from the seawater. Countless Water Zombies floated within it, densely packed beyond counting.
Some elite units even walked directly along the seafloor, slowly appearing by the shore.
They were like demons of hell crawling out of the abyss.
The several Blood Clan members at the forefront all possessed powerful auras and chilling killing intent. They were all adopted sons and daughters of the Blood-Red Count.
Liu Baiyue was also conspicuously among them.
"Red Moon, is this Dragon Country?" a handsome young man beside her asked.
"Yes, that's right."
Liu Baiyue nodded.
The young man swept his gaze around. Since they had arrived early and more Zombie Tides were still gathering, there was still some time before the final battle.
"What fun places are there in Dragon