Before this group of people arrived, An Chun insisted on dragging An Xia out to look at the sky. She didn't know what was so interesting about the pitch-black sky; it only made people feel depressed.

But An Chun didn't think so. She even ate the ice cream in the cold wind, saying that it would make her look more classy.

Although Anxia wanted to stop her, her younger sister had been stubborn since childhood, and it wasn't worth the trouble to force her to refuse.

Fortunately, the outside was so clean that there wasn't even a zombie in sight, so Anxia led Anchun out.

Following Jiang Ruan's instructions before leaving, Wan Mei drugged Jiang Yan and Li Ming, as they needed sleep to accelerate the dissipation of their supernatural powers.

The other men followed Wan Mei to the doorway and looked around.

So engrossed in watching that he didn't notice the person coming from the side. By the time he realized it, it was too late.

Thinking about this gave Anxia a headache.

But at this moment, it was clear that Wei Ming could no longer hold back. His eyes flashed with anger, and his tone was full of rage and impatience. He grabbed An Xia, who was closest to him, stared at her face, and slowly and in a low voice said the last number, "3".

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the knife and gently slashed An Xia's neck. Blood dripped slowly, blooming into a bewitching flower on the clean floor.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Wan Mei, with strength and courage from who knows where, untied the ropes binding her legs and ran past the man. The blade slashed down, making a crisp sound, as if reminding An Chun of everything that had just happened.

"Sister, I..." An Chun couldn't break free, but she still went over. The two of them shielded An Xia behind them. Although their shoulders trembled slightly from fear, they still stood together.

"Pah!" Wei Ming was caught off guard and bumped right into. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up from beside the toolbox, and looked coldly at the three of them.

Then, his eyes flashed with malice, and he switched to a longer and sharper knife, charging straight at Wanmei. Wanmei tried to get up and dodge, but Anxia was behind her. Her sense of duty as a doctor told her to be a "Nightingale," not a coward.

"Go to hell!"

Wei Ming's knife stopped ten centimeters away from her.

He looked up at the person blocking his way, frowned, and said, "Are you looking for death?!"

It was the man who had just smashed the door with the hammer. "B-Brother, the door is open. Don't kill him yet. You can kill him later."

Upon hearing that the door had opened, Wei Ming stopped what he was doing and asked with concern, "It's open? What's inside? Is there food or jewelry?"

"this......"

"What are you stammering about? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" Clearly, Wei Ming wasn't happy that the door had opened.

The man glanced at Wei Ming cautiously, swallowed hard, and said, "There are many generators, hundreds of them, big and small! But there aren't any of those things you mentioned."

"What? Generators? What's the point of having a bunch of those things? Are you planning to resell them? What kind of sales can this lousy mall possibly generate?"

Wei Ming's tone was unfriendly, and he was very resentful of these generators because they were far from what he wanted.

"And these?" The man pointed to the generator inside the house, then looked at the crowd outside who were craning their necks to look.

"Of course I'll destroy it. Just because I don't need it doesn't mean others can't. But if I don't use it, no one else can either."

Wei Ming seemed to have thought of a new way to get revenge. In any case, thinking about it made him feel much better.

After all, there are many doors that can be closed like this. If this one is useless, there are others. There are bound to be a few that can be used.

Just as the man was about to destroy all the generators, a pebble-sized object hit him in the shoulder, and he cried out in pain, "Ouch! Who's that?!"

The subconscious shout displeased Wei Ming, who glanced at him sideways, seemingly blaming him for being so ignorant and noisy.

He didn't realize why his men had reacted so strongly until pebbles hit him.

He looked at the crowd at the entrance and noticed a man throwing pebbles into the air; he immediately spotted him.

"You, it's you, come here right now, hurry up!"

The person he called out was Zhang Yang. He had seen some pretty pebbles on the first floor of the zombie building and brought them back with him. He filled a pocket with them and never expected to use them.

When Wei Ming called him, Zhang Yang put away the stone, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Wei Ming, "Did you call me?"

"Yes, yes, it's you."

"I don't want to get involved in your mess. You're obviously not a good person," Zhang Yang said as he walked inside.

Wei Ming's lips curled slightly as he rubbed the hilt of his knife, waiting for Zhang Yang to approach.

When they were about three meters away, with a turn of his head and a raised eyebrow, five or six people came over and surrounded Zhang Yang.

"How dare you do such a thing at this time? What's the difference between you and farting on a tiger's head? I'll show you just how ridiculously wrong you are."

Wei Ming stood on the outer edge of the encirclement, watching Zhang Yang.

He had an arrogant air about him, which he disliked.

"Is that so? Then I'd like to see how capable you are. You're not going to use the same tricks you use on girls, are you? Waving around that knife, you're obviously a weakling, nothing special." Zhang Yang's insulting words immediately made Wei Ming's face darken.

He surprisingly didn't show it on his face, but instead threw down the knife, took out a pistol from his pocket, and pointed it at Zhang Yang.

"Heh, you're quite the smooth talker, you should know what this is, right?"

Even with a gun pointed at his head, Zhang Yang's smile didn't fade, as if he didn't care at all; he even yawned.

"You'll die if you block my way, but I'll block your gun when it's empty!" After a brief silence, Zhang Yang's words once again enraged Wei Ming.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and as Zhang Yang had predicted, there were no bullets left. He fired several shots, but the result was the same.

Wei Ming stared blankly at the gun in his hand. He had filled it himself before leaving home, and now it was empty.

Undeterred, he picked up his subordinate's gun and fired at Zhang Yang, but clearly, nothing happened.

"What exactly happened? You, I..." Wei Ming, who had been so arrogant because of his ample firearms and equipment, suddenly deflated. If his men hadn't been supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground.

"See, I already told you, I bet your gun isn't loaded, but you still didn't believe me. You're just wasting your time."

Zhang Yang pushed aside the people surrounding him and walked over to An Xia and the others in a few steps, freeing them from their restraints.

He saw the wounds on An Xia's face and neck, and quickly took out a special bandage from his pocket and put it on, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes.

"Are you all in cahoots?"

Wei Ming watched Zhang Yang's actions in surprise, then picked up the razor blade from the ground, pulled something out of his pocket, and threw it at him.

"Incompetent coward, all he knows is sneak attacks. Does someone like that even deserve to be in my room!"

A chilling voice suddenly came from behind them, like frost falling from the sky, attracting everyone's attention. Everyone looked towards the cold, dangerous voice.