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The dean couldn't help but admire the figure, who was as heavy and majestic as a rock, even more.

If he was an atheist originally, he has changed now. He has become one of the most loyal fans of Rock King.

Regarding this situation, Zhang Chulan and others could only say that he really was worthy of being the Emperor, and that wherever he went, he could attract a large number of Emperor fans with his own charm.

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At this time, Xiao Yan and others stayed in the school to protect the survivors.

A group of old men left the school and scattered around H City, looking for survivors.

"Alas, although this was expected, it is still too tragic. There are only a few thousand people surviving in such a large area."

Looking at the group of survivors he had rescued, the old Taoist priest looked a little gloomy.

No matter what, these people are all Yanhuang people with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin.

As the saying goes, different mountains and rivers, but the same moon and sky.

But now this group of compatriots have suffered such a disaster, which makes the old Taoist priest feel sad and sympathetic.

"Forget it. After all, this is a country that prohibits the circulation of dangerous goods abroad. It's good enough that these people are left."

The old Taoist priest is right. As a country, we prohibit the circulation of dangerous goods abroad.

Faced with sudden danger, the people of Yanhuang Kingdom actually had little ability to resist.

If it was just an ordinary crisis, maybe you could resist it, but for those creatures, punching, kicking, biting, and clawing would all be effective.

However, facing this kind of infectious zombies, there is no way to resist it. After all, zombies have no sense of pain and are not afraid of death.

The Yanhuang people are not like people from other countries who carry weapons and guns with them when they go out.

Therefore, when facing zombies, most people can only run away, but no matter how much they run, how can they outrun those tireless zombies?

Therefore, being caught up is only a matter of time. In this case, the old Taoist priest was able to save thousands of people, which is already extremely remarkable.

Everyone had actually anticipated this situation, but when they actually saw this tragedy, the emotions in their hearts still made the old Taoist feel a little depressed.

But now is not the time to be down.

Immediately afterwards, the old Taoist priest, who had recovered a little, prepared to take the rescued people back to the school to settle these survivors.

So, a large convoy, under the protection of the old Taoist priest, drove towards the school shelter.

Along the way, all the zombies encountered by the convoy were completely transformed into motionless corpses under the influence of the old Taoist's golden light spell thread that was like a golden sword.

As the journey got closer, they inevitably ran into old acquaintances. Seeing Lu Jin coming towards them, the old Taoist priest's depressed mood improved a little.

"Hey, Old Lu.

Hmm? Are these the survivors from your side?"

After seeing the team led by Lu Jin coming towards them, the old Taoist priest began to greet them.

At the same time, his eyes moved behind Lu Jin.

When he saw this, his eyes suddenly fixed.

Because, behind Lu Jin, there were only a few hundred people following him.

"Well, there was a medium-sized zombie tide over there, and those people didn't have many weapons to resist.

By the time I arrived, it was too late, and I could only save this group of survivors."

Lu Jin's eyes were also a little dim. Although he was a member of the older generation who had experienced the Anti-Japanese War, he had long since let go of things like death.

However, the tragic scene just now still cast a shadow over Lu Jin's heart.

At the same time, Lu Jin secretly hated himself. If he had gone earlier, could he have saved more survivors?

The old Taoist priest could naturally see what Lu Jin was thinking. Although he felt uncomfortable, he still spoke to comfort this old friend who loved to nitpick.

"Okay, Lao Lu, you're not a god, how can you do everything? Why are you so entangled? Didn't you save these people? That's already good enough.

It's not your fault, so don't add pressure to yourself. If you are really angry, go find a zombie to vent it.

Besides, haven't we anticipated this kind of scenario a long time ago?"

As soon as the old Taoist priest opened his mouth, he attacked Lu Jin directly, his tone full of disappointment.

This old Lu is good in every way except that he tends to get stuck in a rut. Even when it's clearly not his fault, he always has to make himself unhappy.

After being scolded by the old Taoist priest, Lu Jin finally came out of his dilemma.

"Oh, I know that, but... I feel sad." Lu Jin came back to his senses and said hesitantly.

"Do you think you're the only one who's suffering and others aren't?"

The old Taoist priest was relieved to see Lu Jin come to his senses.

"Okay, let's settle these survivors first. Maybe there are people somewhere else~."

"...Um."

After a long silence, the two old men led the combined forces and ran towards the survivor base that was converted from the school.

Soon, the team worked as hard as they could and finally returned to school after spending more than two hours.

After settling the survivors, the two old men asked someone and came to their residence.

"Hey, Chu Lan, where is Senior Zhongli? Why can't I see him?"

After entering the residence, the old Taoist priest took a look around and found that there was no one else here except Zhang Chulan and his group of young people.

The old Taoist priest naturally knew about the whereabouts of Zuo Ruotong and Zhang Huaiyi, but why was Zhongli gone too?

The old Taoist priest, puzzled by this, asked Zhang Chulan who was standing aside.

"Ah? Oh! Master, you mean old man Zhongli~, he went to another city.

After all, we have no way to travel quickly, and no way to support other cities."

Having said this, Zhang Chulan paused, and then continued:

"He saw that we didn't have any major problems here, so he finished fixing a rock wall and left."

"I see. That's... not bad."

After hearing what Zhang Chulan said, the old Taoist priest also sighed.

…

And at this moment, what about Zhongli who is being discussed by everyone?

He is in another city now.

In the territory of Yanhuang, another area, high above S city.

Zhongli was wearing the clothes he usually wore as a guest of the Wangsheng Hall, and was watching everything that was happening below.

The dead silent city was reflected in the golden pupils.

The once prosperous and bustling city below now looks like a dead cemetery, filled with the atmosphere of desolation and destruction.

(End of this chapter)