Luo Fan raised his eyebrows slightly at An Xiaoran's words.
There were people ahead?
Not just him-even Minako beside him froze.
Hadn't all the human survivors on Eastern Japan Island fled and been drifting around at sea?
There were actually still humans here?
"Come on, let's take a look."
Without thinking much of it, Luo Fan called to the others and headed toward the sound.
Seven or eight li was nothing to the members of the Hope Convoy.
They soon reached the place the sound had come from.
But when Luo Fan and the others arrived, they discovered that the battle here had already ended.
Several corpses lay scattered across an abandoned parking lot.
In a corner, two young survivors, a man and a woman, leaned against a rust-covered truck.
Both looked to be in their twenties. They were injured and in terrible condition.
The female survivor was clearly Asian, with black hair, yellowish skin, delicate features, and a streak of blood at the corner of her mouth that had yet to dry.
Her breathing was rapid and irregular, and her face was frighteningly pale.
The male survivor beside her was in even worse shape.
He looked Western, with disheveled brown hair plastered to his forehead and blue eyes narrowed slightly in pain.
One of his legs had been severed clean off at the knee.
He was utterly weak, his lips pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Hearing footsteps, the two struggled to lift their heads.
Because the Weird Bride's bright red wedding gown stood out most vividly in the night, like a flame in the darkness, their eyes landed on her first.
When they saw the Weird Bride clearly, their faces instantly went deathly pale.
Although the Weird Bride was stunningly beautiful, there was no hiding the