Chapter 408 Tired

The wind has gone...

Han Shuo stared at the direction the wind had gone, his emotions still unsettled.

He knew that Feng's departure this time would inevitably lead him down a dangerous path once again.

Last time, when the Zombie King was alone, Feng almost killed him.

However, Han Shuo felt that the zombie king would definitely be more careful now, and the chances of him being alone again would really not be many.

Nevertheless, he still didn't say anything to dissuade him.

Because he understood that this was the wind's obsession...

...

"well."

Han Shuo sighed, withdrew his gaze from the distance, and slowly turned around.

Only then did he notice that the fat man and the others were silently watching him from downstairs.

He didn't say a word. As he brushed past the crowd, he forced a smile from the corner of his mouth and then went upstairs alone.

Xiao Zhao noticed that Han Shuo was a little unhappy and was worried. Just as he was about to chase after him, he was stopped by the fat man next to him.

"Don't go. Let him have some peace and quiet. He just went through that incident this morning and then left. He must be feeling terrible right now."

"Um."

Xiao Zhao nodded, glanced up at the building, and said nothing more.

However, to everyone's surprise, Han Shuo came downstairs with his backpack just two minutes after going upstairs.

He ignored the strange looks he received and spoke directly.

"Come on, what are you all standing there for? The rain has stopped, hurry up and pack your things to continue your journey."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man rushed over, staring wide-eyed, and asked curiously.

Are you alright?

"Are you alright?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Shuo frowned and repeated the sentence, then ignored him and waved to the crowd, urging them on.

"Hurry up, don't waste time, it's still early, let's go a little further."

"Okay, okay!"

Everyone glanced at him again and, seeing that he seemed to be behaving normally, stopped thinking about it and went back upstairs to pack their luggage.

Soon, the convoy restarted and continued heading west.

...

On the road, Han Shuo was driving a truck alone. Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of a pair of sunglasses on the passenger seat, sunglasses left behind by the wind...

Seeing these sunglasses reminded him of Feng's face, and even more so of everything that had happened that morning.

As these images kept flashing before his eyes, in the next instant, Han Shuo could no longer control his emotions. With an angry expression, he pounded on the steering wheel with both hands.

He knew that although Feng appeared indifferent on the surface, he was definitely feeling very bad inside.

But Han Shuo felt even worse...

Because it was he who brought the wind there, and it was he who made the wind experience all that it shouldn't have had to experience.

...

Why, why is someone who silently contributes to all of humanity being scorned by the ordinary survivors?

And this person was also a very important friend of his...

Feng's only difference is his eyes, but Han Shuo knows that Feng doesn't want this. He was only forced to become like this because of the Ice Crystal Virus.

He is a human, not a zombie.

Those people clearly knew all this, yet because of their own unease and those almost impossible wild thoughts, they uttered those vicious words.

This feeling is like someone who has a contagious disease, and even after being cured, still faces ostracism and disdain from those around them.

What's wrong with the people of this world...?

...

At this moment, Han Shuo turned the music in the car up to the maximum and roared loudly, venting his anger at will.

When the image of that group of people from this morning, staring at them with such vicious eyes, resurfaced in his mind, for the first time, he felt a sense of world-weariness.

It's laughable that someone who desperately wants to live would develop a sense of world-weariness.

But Han Shuo now truly feels that living is so tiring, so very tiring...

Even though the world has changed like this, he and his friends will still have to endure the disdain of others, and this feeling really makes him very uncomfortable.

Just thinking about it, thinking about it...

The next second, Han Shuo's emotions were no longer so agitated. With a sad expression on his face, he leaned back weakly in the seat behind him and continued to instinctively grip the steering wheel with both hands.

At this moment, the anger in his heart had vanished, replaced by a feeling of heartache and numbness.

He no longer wanted to get involved in any events that didn't concern him, because he had truly seen through and was tired of the complexities of human nature.

All he wanted was to protect the people he cared about, and those who cared about him, and to continue on his journey steadily with his friends...

...

At the same time, the fat man behind suddenly felt that the truck in front had slowed down considerably, and he could faintly hear some music coming from the truck.

He was genuinely worried about Han Shuo's condition, so he quickly shouted into the communicator.

"Hey, Han Shuo, are you alright? Hurry up and drive! Why are you driving slower than a snail?"

When the sound reached Han Shuo's ears, he gradually came back to his senses.

Quickly suppressing his negative emotions, he calmed himself and responded into the communicator before picking up speed again.

"It's nothing. I was just thinking about something and got a little distracted. Don't worry, I'm fine."

"oh……"

The fat man replied with a skeptical sound, then frowned and drove his truck closely behind.

...

That evening, the group found a place to set up camp.

After clearing away the zombies in the vicinity, Han Shuo and everyone ate some simple food, and then got up and went back to their rooms to rest early.

His unusual behavior worried the fat man and the others.

You know, he would never go to bed this early on a normal day.

However, the fat man and his friends didn't think too much about it, assuming it was because the wind had left today.

After all, everything they went through today has certainly affected everyone's mood.

Han Shuo, as the team captain, must feel this even more deeply...

After chatting for a while, everyone present drifted off to sleep.

However, in the middle of the night, the staff on duty suddenly woke everyone up.

"Quick! Wake up! It's dangerous!"

"Captain Han! Captain Han! A large number of zombies have suddenly swarmed in from the north, what should we do?"

As the two voices fell, Han Shuo instantly woke up.

He quickly got out of bed and ran to the window to check the situation outside.

Sure enough, a dark, endless horde of corpses appeared to their north.

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