We're going all in, let's set the house on fire!

Although this move is a double-edged sword, on the one hand it may attract a large number of infected people, on the other hand the high temperature of the flames will also drive away flies, birds and animals.

Sun Muchen is gambling.

Gambling King Lan can come back before they can't hold on any longer!

As it turned out, Sun Muchen won his bet.

When she had only one bamboo arrow left.

Wang Lan appeared…

...

The fire in the house has been extinguished.

Only faint sparks remained, barely providing a dim light.

Darkness returned, but it also allowed the danger to slowly recede.

Old Zhang pulled the arrow out of the infected man's head, sterilized it with gunpowder, put it back into the quiver, and reused it.

Wang Lan then inspected the remaining supplies for distribution.

But they found that they had nothing left except a coat and a few bags of explosives.

This discovery shocked Wang Lan, who hurriedly asked, "Where's the book? Where's your book?!"

Sun Muchen was immediately horrified. "What! My book? My book is gone!"

"Didn't I tell you to burn the book?"

The fat man looked at Sun Muchen strangely and said, "I remember at first I said that we could just set the house on fire with the clothes torn by the infected, but you said that clothes wouldn't work because they weren't easy to ignite, while books were easier to light. You even said that the books said they were flammable, so we set all the books on fire."

The moment the words left his mouth, the air froze...

But you could clearly hear Wang Lan grinding her teeth.

Sun Muchen lowered his head awkwardly, covering half his face with his hand as he looked at the fat man, grinning and saying, "You...you want to die!"

The fat man looked completely innocent. "Did I say something wrong?"

Old Zhang wanted to laugh but dared not, his face turning red as he tried to suppress it. He quickly tried to smooth things over, "Wang Lan, what do we do next?"

Wang Lan poked Sun Muchen's head, let out a heavy breath to calm herself down, and then said, "Do you remember the direction we came from? Follow the river back. Now that we don't have a home, we can only hide in the cave for now and think about our next plan."

After all, we are already in the worst possible situation. Instead of racking our brains to come up with the next plan, we might as well wait and see.

Wang Lan thought for a moment and continued, "As for the food issue, let's wait until dawn. Let's go hungry for the night and talk about it when it's light."

The group quickly reached an agreement and decided to rest for a while before heading to the cave.

The fat man stretched and said, "Sigh... the animals are almost all infected, and so many civilians have died. If they were all uninfected animals, we could still have meat to eat!"

Old Zhang joked, "Fatty, you're so greasy, you could go hungry for days! Talk less! That way you won't say anything wrong and you won't get too hungry! Oh, that even rhymes!"

He then burst into laughter.

He laughed for a while, then suddenly realized the others weren't reacting, and an awkward atmosphere spread. He could only feign a few coughs, but found that it only made things more awkward…

The darkness deepened, visibility worsened, and the figures of several people became hazy and indistinct.

Old Zhang moved closer to Wang Lan and stared at him closely, only to find that his expression was unusually serious. Old Zhang was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wang Lan carefully stand up.

at the same time…

From some unknown, dark place, a strange "coo...coo..." sound rang out.

Old Zhang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine!

Even more bizarrely...

A hissing sound, unlike anything I'd ever heard before, then rang out.

A putrid stench began to permeate the air, making one want to vomit.