Zhang Xin clearly despised the bespectacled man's theory.
"Regardless of the reasons, what we are experiencing now is real. The future is bleak, but at least we're still alive, and that's good!" Zhang Su said with a carefree smile, "It's getting late. We should get going. Leave the zombies outside to us!"
Turning to leave, Zhang Su pondered the speculation about an advanced civilization descending, helplessly curling his lips. Whatever the reason, it wasn't a force they could contend with.
"Hey!"
Suddenly, a young man in the crowd on Zhang Xin's side stepped forward, looking conflicted, "Master Xin, I, I want to go out with them. Is that okay?"
As soon as he said this, the atmosphere immediately turned strange, as if even the wind brushing past them chilled a few degrees.
