"The rotten window of this broken building is not a good place for you to breathe. You insist on going out. Don't you know that there are still high-level zombies outside? Are you going out to die?!" Lu Muyang shouted angrily at Song Chen, his tone becoming more and more severe.

"I won't let those zombies notice. Muyang, be good and listen to me. Open this door and let me out, okay?" Beads of sweat kept rolling down Song Chen's forehead. His eyes were full of pleading as he stared straight at Lu Muyang.

Facing Song Chen's earnest gaze, Lu Muyang's heart instantly became a mess. He had never seen Song Chen like this before, and he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable panic.

Her eyes gradually became moist, tears welled up uncontrollably, and her voice trembled slightly: "Song Chen, what happened? Tell me, we can solve it together. Don't look at me like that."

At this moment, Lu Ze stood aside, watching the interaction between the two people. A suffocating guess gradually emerged in his mind.

He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but the sound coming out of his throat became hoarse and unbearable because of that terrible guess.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and then Lu Ze took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in his heart and try his best to control the fluctuations of emotions.

Finally, he mustered up the courage and asked hesitantly, "Song Chen, were you...were you scratched by a zombie?" These words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of uncertainty and worry.

In an instant, everyone felt as if they had fallen into an icy abyss, and the blood in their bodies almost froze into ice.

An indescribable despair enveloped them, causing their breathing to become rapid. The already tense atmosphere now escalated to an extreme.