"Brother Su, I feel like everyone's mood is a bit off..."
Zheng Xinyu lay on the bed wrapped in a quilt, with her head exposed outside, speaking softly.
The pitch-black room had heating, so it wasn't cold, but also not particularly warm. Even with zombie bodies used as fuel, the energy that could be burned was still limited, so conserving a little could stretch it out for a longer time.
Zhang Su sighed lightly. He could naturally feel the change in everyone's emotions. Initially, they were planning to deal with the Cyan Dragon Corps, and everyone's spirits were high and morale was buoyant. But now, their spirits were low due to West Camp's migration.
"This isn't a good phenomenon; we're about to handle the Cyan Dragon Corps, and we must lift everyone's spirits!"
"It's not difficult if it's just about adjusting the mood."
Zhong Xiaoshan said gently.
"Hmm? Xiaoshan, do you have an idea?"
Zhang Su turned his head to ask.
