Heat. It was like being thrown into Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace. Every breath of air sucked into the lungs smelled of sulfur and rust.
"Ahem..."
Xiao Yi huddled in the shadow in the corner of the troop carrier and coughed twice violently. The smell of rust in his throat became even stronger. He subconsciously pressed the inner pocket of his chest, where there was a crumpled photo. The girl in the photo smiled with crooked eyebrows. That was Xiao Yu, his only relative.
"Damn, what are you coughing about? Are you going to attract all the zombies? This is a depressing thing!"
A loud shout sounded at the front of the carriage. The speaker was a one-eyed dragon, his face was trembling as he spoke, and his only remaining right eye had a fierce light like a hungry wolf. His name is Zhao Gang, the captain of this "Vulture" scavenging team, and he is also a notoriously ruthless character in Heitie Village, the master who cannibalizes people without spitting out their bones.
Xiao Yi didn't say a word, just lowered his head silently, his fingers digging into the handle of the machete that was full of gaps. The knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of the hands popped out like earthworms.
For Xiao Yu. He thought silently in his mind.
