Following Lin Fan into the interior of the ship's trading post,
noisy chatter instantly filled his ears.
He could smell that rotting scent permeating the air, and even sense the stench of despair.
"Haha, do you guys think those martial arts school folks will contact the Sunshine Shelter in Huang City?"
"Nonsense, they'll definitely get in touch, otherwise why would they auction off that satellite phone? What, to stare at it like a meal?"
"I heard recently that a terrifying zombie appeared in the tiny spot that is Yang Zhai. It wiped out a small shelter there, completely unstoppable. In a flash, they were gone."
"Yang Zhai? You mean that kid Jin Quan?"
"Right, haven't you noticed that brat hasn't shown up for a while now? He's dead, killed by zombies."
"Oh man, that's terrifying, truly horrifying."
This place looked like a trading post.
But when no trades were happening, it was more of a bar, providing places to rest for survivors to engage in idle chatter.
