Trust was something built through one experience after another.
In the past, Qin Manjiang would never have believed he could trust Shen Hai this much.
The monsters behind him were closing in fast. He could even hear a series of tumbles, which was good news: it meant these monsters were not working together, but were still shoving one another.
Bang-
The mall had only seven floors in total. Shen Hai had opened the door to the rooftop and left it open.
The instant it opened, Qin Manjiang saw Shen Hai standing at the edge of the terrace, waving, with a vast expanse of white fog behind him.
But the next moment, Qin Manjiang saw Shen Hai, at the edge of the terrace, stick out his thumb and point right.
The rustling sounds from below were already drawing near. Qin Manjiang understood immediately. Rather than run toward Shen Hai, he turned and headed in another direction across the rooftop.
By then, the monsters pursuing him so closely had also reached the rooftop. The dark mass had barely crowded into the doorway when they spotted Qin Manjiang and Shen Hai at the edge!
The monsters and the two men met each other's eyes from afar.
Sure enough, the instant the monsters saw them, they lunged straight at them. Some ran on all fours, while others scrambled and tumbled, their distorted faces hideous, their throats issuing strange cries that mixed shrillness with muffled growls.
The sight was truly horrifying.
On the mall's rooftop, a horde of monsters surged toward the two men at the edge. They looked about to be torn apart, and the monsters' overlapping cries pierced the eardrums, like fingernails scraping a blackboard, making one's scalp crawl.
But when the first monster lunged at Qin Manjiang and Shen Hai, its figure