"Just consider it as a way to repay you for taking care of me over the years. Thank you very much."

After saying that, Shen Ling walked slowly forward and handed the portable storage device to Yan Wushuang under his complicated gaze.

With a heavy object in his hand, Yan Wushuang's heart also became heavier.

"Lingling..." Yan Wushuang called out.

The next second, a slender and thin figure disappeared from in front of him.

There was no response.

As the figure disappeared, the people around him retreated and exclaimed.

The person who first persuaded Yan Wushuang to let Shen Ling fight now covered his mouth with a look of horror.

His voice was trembling as he spoke.

"Is this... is this the power of the weapon?"

"Well, maybe. Otherwise, how can it be called a weapon?" The man next to him responded blankly.

In the horrified eyes of the crowd.

Shen Ling was alone and broke into the zombie group. Her figure was like a ghost in the night. Wherever she went, the zombies' heads and bodies were separated.

With just her own hands, she tore out a safe zone.

Another thing that is very shocking is.

As soon as she appeared, all the zombies attacked her alone.

It was as if they were ignored as they stood here.

"Don't look at it anymore. She can help us hold back the zombies. Let's retreat quickly."

"Right, right, right. She's a failure anyway. Helping us hold back the zombies is her last chance to be of use."

"She's like a monster. Let's leave quickly, before she gets too angry and kills us too. Isn't it said that failures are unstable?"

Shen Ling opened up a safe zone for them.

But they didn't seem to care about Shen Ling's life or death. Instead, they took it all for granted.

The sound of their voices did not deliberately avoid Shen Ling.

The sound of fragmented conversations, mixed with the roars of zombies, gradually reached Shen Ling's ears.

A sarcastic smile appeared on her lips.

An indescribable bitterness welled up in my heart.

It turns out that she still cares...