"What's this, all dark and mysterious, sniff sniff... Hey, I must say, it really smells like liquefied petroleum gas. Is this thing concentrated LPG? That's not worth much..."
Duan Wuhu squinted with his mismatched eyes, glaring at the black square.
Xie Yanshan leaned in as well, adjusting his glasses to take a closer look, murmuring to himself, "We still need the equipment. Otherwise, how are we going to study this..."
"It'll be a bit troublesome, but there's still a way!"
Fu Weijun suddenly sat up straight, then asked with realization, "By the way, what were you guys busy with earlier, has Mr. Zhang left?"
"Mr. Zhang left after checking on Liu Tianji and Ke Zhiyu. He's going to catch a few ordinary zombies for Qiu Hui to experiment with. He believes Qiu Hui has certain zombie characteristics and wants to see if it attracts their attention."
Xie Yanshan didn't intend to hide anything and explained in detail.
"Oh?"
