Luo Jingdong glanced at his phone, his brow furrowing slightly. "We only have ten minutes at most. If we can't get back to the safe zone within half an hour, we'll be in danger."

The man who had almost gotten into a fight with Luo Jingdong cursed and shouted angrily, "Damn it, I told you not to talk so much nonsense."

The passengers following closely behind trembled at the shout, daring not to say a word, and silently sped up to avoid being left behind.

Xiangzi also cursed, then immediately shouted, "Take the shortcut!"

They cursed a few more times, but Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo couldn't hear them clearly. However, judging from their previous reactions and the fact that they only decided to take the shortcut when it seemed like a crisis had occurred, they could tell that the 'shortcut' was not a good choice.

The forest path was difficult to traverse, and apart from Wen Zuo, everyone else stumbled and struggled as they ran. Mo Shuwan, in particular, showed the most intense discomfort; no matter how strong she appeared, she couldn't hide her physical defects.

I'm so tired. I feel like my heart could jump out of my chest at any moment. Today's exercise is equivalent to a year's worth of exercise.

Wen Zuo glanced at Mo Shuwan with concern, not daring to pick her up at this moment. He had to ensure that he could free his hands to deal with danger in a crisis, so he could only hold Mo Shuwan's arm and give her some support.

"Damn it, the zombies have come out ahead of schedule!!!"

The roar from ahead instantly snapped all the passengers, who had been running in a daze, back to reality. Fear spread through their eyes, and in the moonlight, they could only see a few meters around them. They couldn't see any zombies at all, so they didn't even know where to be on guard.

"hurry up!!!"

The roar had barely faded when a low growl followed, then two... three... Soon, all that could be heard was the frenzied roar of zombies rising and falling.

The passengers were almost in tears. "What's going on?! We didn't see a single zombie during the day, how come there are so many now?!"

Unfortunately, his question was destined to remain unanswered, as Bai Shu and the others were already preoccupied with their own problems.

"Xiangzi, you go and take care of the zombies on the left front, Luo Jingdong and I will deal with the ones on the right!" Heavy breathing and shouts came from the front. The passengers following behind could not see what was happening. They only knew that when they rushed past the group in front, they seemed to have stepped on something.

No one dared to think too deeply; they gritted their teeth, buried their heads, and rushed forward.

Bai Shu followed behind Luo Jingdong, ready to deal with any zombies he missed at any moment. Hearing the increasing low growls around them, he shouted in frustration, "There are too many people! All the zombies have been attracted here!"

"Take care of them. These people must be brought back, or we'll either die here or in the safe zone."

Despite their frustration, Bai Shu and the others could only spare the time to continue killing zombies. The passengers who heard their words were moved and thanked them repeatedly, unaware of the strange expressions on Bai Shu and the others' faces when they heard their thanks.

Mo Shuwan, panting heavily behind, could only passively follow Wen Zuo. When Wen Zuo suddenly snatched the specially made watermelon knife from her hand and she heard the sounds of fighting, she suddenly realized that this was the battlefield that Bus had given them. If they didn't work hard to grow, death was only a matter of time.

Sweat dripped rapidly down her nose, and Mo Shuwan shook her head. The salty sweat got into her eyes, and the slight discomfort brought her back to her senses. She drew her dagger and tugged at the hand that Wen Zuo was supporting, "You don't need to worry about me, I can protect myself."

Wen Zuo pretended not to hear, and with his left hand holding a specially made watermelon knife, he could usually kill a zombie with a single slash. Fortunately, they did not encounter many zombies later on, and most of them were dealt with by Bai Shu and the others in front. Only a few were left behind, but even so, some passengers were still scratched by the zombies' claws.

A piercing scream echoed through the dark forest, adding an eerie touch to the forest that had somehow swarmed with more and more zombies.

Mo Shuwan wanted to break free from Wen Zuo's hand, but although Wen Zuo was wary of the zombies that might slip through at any moment, his grip on Mo Shuwan's hand remained unusually firm.

Mo Shuwan was also powerless to resist, and gradually she stopped struggling, afraid of adding to Wen Zuo's burden.

But she was aware of her current situation. Although she was so tired that she could not breathe and was about to collapse at any moment, she did not put her weight on Wen Zuo as before. Even though her body was in excruciating pain due to lack of exercise, she still forced herself to keep walking.

Wen Zuo noticed the change in Mo Shuwan's posture immediately. He turned his head to look at her, tightened his grip on her arm, and took the initiative to bear most of her weight, not giving Mo Shuwan a chance to refuse.

The group quickly fought their way out of the zombies, but when they stopped and saw what lay before them, all the passengers were so frightened that they backed away, trembling as they asked, "Are we going to jump off here?"

Bai Shu initially didn't want to answer the passengers' questions, but then, perhaps thinking of something, he turned around and explained, "There are vines. Grab the vines and slide down yourself. There's no time for you to hesitate. If you hesitate for even a few seconds, you might lose your lives."

The passengers could only nod reluctantly.

All the passengers were sweating profusely and panting heavily, while Bai Shu and the others who had been clearing away the zombies at the front looked completely unaffected, which made the group of exhausted passengers involuntarily show envy.

The first to pull themselves down the vines were a few burly men. They didn't even glance at the passengers and slid down at an extremely fast speed.

Just as Xiangzi was about to make a move, he saw that the passengers were all standing there dumbfounded and didn't move. He almost cursed them out, but he held back and shouted in a low voice, "Hurry up, are you just standing there waiting to die?"

"But...this is too high...is there any other way?"

"I'll make sure you don't die from the fall!"

The low growls of the zombies grew closer and closer, and the sounds became more frequent, indicating that there were quite a few of them. Xiangzi, who was already hanging on the cliff, turned pale and hurriedly said, "Hurry up, at worst we'll break a leg if we fall, which is better than being eaten by zombies."

Ultimately, life was more important, so Xiangzi quickly shrank back and, pulling on the thick vines, descended at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this, some of the bolder passengers took a deep breath and went directly to where Xiangzi had just gone down, dragging themselves down the vines.

Once someone started moving, the others, no matter how much they resisted, dared not stay on top. There were zombies behind them; falling off wouldn't kill them, but staying here would certainly kill them, and they would die a horrible death!

As the passengers, having come to their senses, shakily made their way down the cliff, Wen Zuo handed the watermelon knife to Mo Shuwan, quickly walked to the edge of the cliff, and first took off his backpack.