Even the smallest wound can become infected.
Slightly more serious injuries can lead to loss of mobility.
Compared to the mutated animals, they were incredibly fragile and vulnerable.
We're getting closer to the market.
As the place where the infectious virus first broke out, the market undoubtedly became the most dangerous place in this safe zone, gathering the largest number of infected people, as well as any infected animals that love the smell of rotting corpses and blood.
As they walked further, a faint, fishy stench began to permeate the air, making it easy to imagine how terrible and terrifying the situation in the market must be. The crowd's hearts gradually grew tense.
Fortunately, apart from Lao Zhang and Fatty, the rest of the group were all skilled individuals. So, the moment the stench appeared, the hunters went into battle alert, gripping their weapons and gradually dispersing as they surveyed their surroundings and continued their advance.
Old Zhang and Fatty were at a loss, but seeing everyone's serious expressions, they felt awkward for a moment, and then they each took out a grenade.
“The hunters are indeed of a different quality,” Wang Lan said, slinging the Vajra Umbrella over his shoulder and looking at Sun Muchen. “Why don’t you draw your bow and nock an arrow too? Otherwise, this team doesn’t look very harmonious.”
Sun Muchen asked, puzzled, "This wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see, what can't we see? Is it really necessary to do this?"
"Hey, when in Rome, do as the Romans do."
Sun Muchen clicked his tongue and took down the longbow.
Wang Lan took a few more steps when he suddenly felt a pungent smell hit his nostrils. He frowned, and at that moment, Yu Bin, who was walking at the front, also stopped and said to the others.
"Everyone, stop!"
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