When a Taoist Priest Encounters a Zombie Crisis

The desolate streets were full of people. At a glance, countless scrapped vehicles lay across the streets. The shops on the streets were dilapidated and messy, as if they had just experienced a riot. The cold wind blew by, and dead branches and leaves and waste paper were swept up from the ground, accompanied by sand and dust, making people's vision more and more blurred. On the street, some figures were wandering with staggering steps. Everyone's pupils were gray-white, and their bodies had more or less rotten scars. They should probably be called zombies. Haishi, once China's top metropolis, is now like this, which makes people sigh. In an alley, two men were standing next to a crashed black car, trying to open the fuel tank cap with a crowbar. "Brother, after we finish loading this barrel of oil, it should be enough for us to drive out of the city." The man who spoke was named Guo Yu. He held the rubber pipe for pumping oil in his left hand and carried an iron oil barrel in his right hand. I hope, the world is really going to change now. "Another man answered. This Taoist-looking man with a sword on his back is named Xu Yang. He is an abandoned baby who grew up in Longhu Mountain. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.