Look up at the stars singing

He ran straight up to the Watchtower.

He saw Yang Tianlong and Zhao Dapao following him up.

"Or they only turned into this after being bitten by zombies."

"Use the crossbows to take them out. You handle the light." Li Yu picked up a crossbow from the Watchtower.

He began aiming at the zombie dogs.

They were still baring their teeth at everyone on the wall.

He fired at the zombie dog beside it.

Dapao really was an exceptionally good shot.

Only then did he slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

Encountering them would mean serious trouble.

"Did everything go smoothly on your trip?"

"We took care of everything."

He said nothing.

Seeing that his second uncle seemed to have more questions, he spoke.

"Come see me tomorrow. I'll tell you then."

"You should head back and get some rest."

He spotted the rest of his family approaching from a distance.

They each hugged Li Yu from one side.

"Next time you go out... I thought I'd never see you again." At last, a breath of relief escaped.

Feeling deeply guilty, he headed toward the villa.

He had something to say.

During this zombie siege,

Li Hang, who had been in the Watchtower, had also been far too careless.

His words cut into both of them.

Li Hang and Lai Jiaqi both lowered their heads.

They were overwhelmed with shame.

This punishment also made them fully understand their mistakes.

"There won't be a next time."

As they listened, they kept asking questions in amazement.

He felt too awkward to approach.

He could only watch Li Yu from a distance.

He was about to leave.

He ran toward the villa.

He felt a little envious.

But he could only stand there all alone.

"My brother said you're a really good shot."

"Much better than me."

It was a little amusing.

He gazed up at the starry sky.

The entire base Li Yu had built was truly beautiful.

The next second, a knife would plunge into your stomach.

There was no need to worry about going hungry, either.

There were also seven or eight steamed buns.

"Hahaha."

They had never treated him as an outsider.

They would save him a meal.

They would worry about him.

"Don't chip your teeth."

He smiled and shook his head.

"Cheers."

The aroma wafted straight into his nose.

He picked up a few slices with his chopsticks and put them in his mouth.

He slowly savored them.

They were as tender as could be.

And there was that rich red sauce.

His taste buds seemed to explode.

He ate it in one bite.

Then he took another long swig of beer.

The Chunghwa cigarettes they had brought back today.

He gulped down a couple of mouthfuls.

"Bring me a case of beer."

He had done something wrong today.

The sentiment came from the heart.