"Don't... don't kill me..."

At the sound of this voice, all the survivors were stunned, each looking at one another. Except for Tang Xiaoquan, who remained calm, everyone else stood there with mouths half-open in shock.

"Did... did that voice come from this guy?" Wang Qiang was clearly having a hard time believing what he was seeing, maintaining a vigilant posture as he skeptically asked.

Tang Xiaoquan lightly rubbed his shoulder. Because the situation arose so suddenly, he had to use all his strength to push "Solid as a Rock" Dazhuang out of place.

This spoken moment illustrated the force of the impact.

Once he caught his breath, Tang Xiaoquan quickly explained, "Everyone, calm down. That one is not a zombie, he's a survivor!"

"A survivor!?" In near unison, Wang Qiang, Lin Junfu, and Wei Dazhuang looked at Tang Xiaoquan with astonished expressions, their eyes seemed to say, "You're not joking with us, are you?"

This reaction drew the attention of Lao Zhao and others a few meters away, who came running over in surprise asking, "Wh... what happened? What's going on?"

Seeing the scene about to spiral out of control, Tang Xiaoquan, feeling helpless, repeated, "We found a survivor, but..."

It seemed he thought it inappropriate to describe the person as having "no difference from a zombie" at that moment, so he paused and fixated his gaze on the fire stick in Lao Zhao's hand.

The fire stick was made of chair legs and cloth strips, and from its rudimentary appearance, it was clear that it was likely something Lao Zhao had devised on the spot for illumination.

But no matter how crude and ugly the fire stick appeared, it was perfect for this situation.

So, without hesitation, Tang Xiaoquan took the fire stick from Lao Zhao, then directed the flaming end toward the darkness inside the room, immediately revealing a ghastly pale face to everyone's sight.

Lao Zhao involuntarily inhaled sharply; it was only at this moment that he understood why Lin and the others reacted so "overdramatically" earlier.

Without a doubt, to both Zhao Yunhai and the other survivors, the face in front of them couldn't be associated with a normal "human face." If one had to choose a word to describe it, "ghost face" would be most apt indeed.

Perhaps due to lack of exposure to light, the "ghost face" shyly turned away the moment it was bathed in the firelight.

The feeling was akin to a vampire hidden in an ancient castle encountering sunlight, combined with the somewhat ominous atmosphere inside the room, giving the survivors a chill.

Wang Qiang still wasn't fully convinced; he tried poking the "ghost face's" shoulder with a stick. The latter neither resisted nor spoke, just leaned lifelessly against the wall like a "dead person," motionless.

This made Wang Qiang even more uncertain, and he immediately asked, "Hey! Um—"

Perhaps looking for a suitable appellation for the "ghost face," but after a few seconds of thought, Wang Qiang couldn't find an apt word, so he skipped forward saying, "You... speak! Speak human language!"

Short but sweet, Wang Qiang's words were undoubtedly the best way to verify whether the "ghost face" was man or zombie.

And upon hearing Wang Qiang's demand, the "ghost face," perhaps in sudden haste, suddenly grew "excited" from an otherwise "dead" like state.

"Huff huff huff~" The survivors could clearly see the "ghost face's" chest heaving.

For safety, Old Lin motioned everyone to step back. Even Tang Xiaoquan, who had previously defended the "ghost face," became cautious and drew his weapon from his waist upon witnessing the sudden change.

After all, he had encountered people turning into zombies more than once, so such a reversal was not unforeseen.

However, the sight of everyone acting as if facing an enemy only fueled the "ghost face's" excitement.

Finally, after a bit of incomprehensible stammering, the "ghost face" squeezed out a "mosquito buzz" like human sentence.

"Don't... don't kill me... I, I'm not, not a monster outside, I, I'm human... a human."

After saying that, the "ghost face" fell into breathing heavily again, showing that just uttering that short sentence took quite the effort.

"Everyone, put your weapons down!" This time, before Tang Xiaoquan could speak, Old Lin was the first to gesture.

Things had developed to this point, making it very clear that the "ghost face" was human, not a zombie.

After all, while fighting their way up here, although Lin Junfu saw bones of the dead along the way, most were remains devoured by zombies. In other words, the "ghost face" in front of them had likely hidden in this room since the outbreak.

Because, without killing these "guard zombies," no one could have broken into this most interior room located on the City Management Bureau's second floor in the later stages.

By inference, if the hiding "ghost face" carried the virus, it would've been impossible to remain "human" for such a long time.

So, from this conclusion, Lin Junfu could assert that the "ghost face" was indeed a survivor.

As they gradually laid down their arms, Zhao Yunhai stooped to examine the "ghost face's" condition. Upon approaching, he involuntarily pinched his nose.

Although knowing this was somewhat "rude," the smell around the "ghost face" was truly... "unbearable."

On the other hand, armed with the "fire stick," Tang Xiaoquan began to probe the room's corners.

With the swinging firelight, the room's interior gradually became clearer.

In his sight were various scattered items in disarray, which appeared to be "loot" that the City Management obtained through enforcement operations.

Especially fruits and vegetables, which occupied half the room, probably due to mid-summer season.

This also partly explained how the "ghost face" managed to survive here for such an extended period.

"Alright! Everyone, stop huddling here! Hey~ brother, can you stand?" Old Lin spoke again.

To this, the "ghost face" weakly shook his head, his hollow eyes revealing confusion.

As fellow sufferers, the survivors could empathize with the "ghost face's" helplessness, so without needing further prompts, they spontaneously extended their hands to lift the nearly "lifeless" "ghost face" out...

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