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Infected!

The three people who were peering out of the house window were immediately disappointed.

Sun Muchen stomped his foot in anger, picked up his sniper rifle, and wanted to take down the infected person.

But Old Zhang stopped him.

"Don't spoil the fun. Besides, gunshots will only attract more infected people. Let's eat!"

Although Sun Muchen was angry, she was still rational. She stomped her foot in anger and put down the sniper rifle. Wang Lan walked over and patted her head with a smile. The group then went to the dining table together.

For safety's sake, they turned on all the lights in the nearby houses so they wouldn't be targeted by infected individuals. As long as they didn't provoke any infected people, tonight would be their most relaxing night.

Old Zhang raised his glass.

In the elegant stemmed glass, the red wine swayed gently as he moved his hand. "Come on, we've finally experienced a taste of real life. Let's have a drink together."

Wang Lan and Sun Muchen nodded.

The three clinked glasses, the sound crisp and pleasant.

But as soon as the red wine entered her mouth, Wang Lan spat it out with a "whoosh".

Sun Muchen was taken aback and asked, "What's wrong? Brother? Is this wine poisoned?"

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Wang Lan said with a look of distress and a ferocious expression. "What kind of rubbish is this? It tastes awful!"

Old Zhang laughed heartily, "You just don't like red wine, why don't you try white wine?"

Wang Lan nodded, grimacing, and Old Zhang poured him another cup.

Wang Lan hurriedly rinsed his mouth and then drank it all in one gulp.

The spicy and slightly bitter taste swept down my throat and seemed to spread throughout my body along my esophagus.

Wang Lan stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief.

"Great! This tastes delicious!"