In fact, Yang Jian was not the only one who had survived in the village.
Zhang Han had not died either.
He had come prepared. There was a suitcase in the car.
It had been custom-made, naturally from gold.
It was simply too heavy and inconvenient to carry around, so he had left it in the car as a backup.
The moment the village began to change, he had immediately hidden inside the suitcase. Though being curled up in such a cramped space was agonizing and nearly unbearable.
Zhang Han understood even better that once he left the suitcase, he would undoubtedly die.
From beginning to end, he had heard footsteps at least three times. Each time, they had approached his surroundings.
At their closest, he could even hear something touching the suitcase.
I wonder whether that madman Yang Jian is dead. He really dared to play around, releasing a ghost with his own hands in an attempt to break this terrifying situation. But judging by the results, it doesn't seem particularly effective. If it had worked, I wouldn't have encountered ghosts passing by me three times.
Zhang Han thought silently.
At that moment, he desperately wanted a cigarette, a stretch, and then some sleep.
But he did not dare.
My current state isn't much better than death. In another day or two at most, I'll either starve or die of thirst. There's no way I can survive.
At most, I'll wait another half day. I have to take a gamble and leave this place. I can't keep dragging this out.
Zhang Han made up his mind.
But at that moment, he suddenly noticed a thread of red light seeping in through the gap in the suitcase.
Although it was very faint.
In this pitch-black environment, however, the red light