"Do you dare to smoke what's inside here?"
Lin Baici handed over a cigarette.
"Uh..."
Zheng Yu Huang's hand froze as he was about to grab the cigarette, then he pulled it back.
Lin Baici thought for a moment and ignited this pile of trash with his lighter.
As soon as the flames rose, dense footsteps echoed, rapidly approaching—just like when the hordes of zombies attacked earlier.
"No way, they're back again?"
Peanut Butter looked up, scanning for signs.
Sure enough, the zombies were coming again.
Without waiting for Lin Baici to shout, everyone immediately began running back.
This time, there was no door to block them, so the zombies would catch up quickly.
Everyone rushed into the mortuary and began putting on corpse bags.
Because a woman had died earlier, everyone was more cautious now, trying to play dead even more convincingly.
"Find taller lockers!"
The one who loved attack-speed shoes yelled.
