Unexpected

The weather seemed especially terrible today.

It was clearly still daytime, but for some reason, He Qiu felt that the sky was darker than usual. Even the inside of the tent was shrouded in gloom.

They had no choice but to light candles early.

After all, on this land that had been embraced by death, whether day or night, "outsiders" like them could only remain steeped in darkness.

And beneath those dense gray clouds, the sun was almost never seen.

Yet for some reason, at this moment, the former photographer gritting his teeth as he treated the wound on his left leg suddenly felt uneasy.

He was currently at a public outpost shared by users from various countries. Calling it an outpost was a stretch—it was really just a camp formed by a large number of tents and makeshift windbreaks built from local materials. People took turns standing guard there, enough to surround and eliminate any undead that approached.

More importantly, it could provide a little hard-won food and water, along with rudimentary places to rest.

Sitting on a grass mat and enduring the agonizing pain, he personally used a small knife to carefully cut into the wound that had already begun to blacken. Only after confirming that he had cut deep enough, exposing flesh that had not yet been corroded and blood that was still bright red, did he stop.

Only then did He Qiu, drenched in cold sweat, finally let out a reluctant sigh of relief.

"Should be enough. Go ahead."

Hearing that, Du Qifeng, who was serving as a human clamp beside him, tightly gripping the injured leg with both hands to keep him from instinctively moving from the pain and interfering with the knife, did not hesitate. He took out a glass bottle filled with transparent