Killing zombies is not difficult, especially for survivors who have endured two months of an apocalyptic ordeal. Slaughter itself has become a part of their lives.

But when the zombies you face are your relatives, brothers, or even family members, this theoretically "easy" thing suddenly becomes "impossible" to continue.

At least, for the current Wang Qiang, Tang Xiaoquan, Lin Junfu, and Wei Dazhuang, the "companion" who was slowly turning his head and baring his teeth at them, greeting them, made it impossible for them to muster the thought of killing.

"Xiao Wang!" Dazhuang exclaimed uncontrollably, instinctively stepping forward.

Fortunately, Old Lin was quick of eye and hand, pulling Dazhuang back as he stepped forward.

"Don't go! Dazhuang! Xiao Wang is already..." Old Lin's throat seemed choked by something, and he turned his face away, unable to continue speaking.

Dazhuang felt like he was going crazy, and tears welled up in his bloodshot eyes.

The same scene again! Another familiar relative turned into a monster! Dazhuang felt a heavy stone pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Finally, after a brief brewing, Dazhuang's long-held emotions erupted. With all his strength, he shouted to the sky, as if in accusation:

"Ah... ah... ah... ah..."

The shouts continued endlessly, echoing throughout the factory area as if like electricity and thunder.

After a moment, the shouting abruptly stopped, and Dazhuang's cheeks were soaked with tears.

Yes! He had every reason to cry and to grieve.

Because of the four people present, he spent the most time with Wang Daguo.

Especially during the time of endless grief when Dazhuang lost his wife and son, it was Wang Daguo who accompanied him through the most difficult period.

The mutated Wang Daguo clearly no longer recognized the four people in front of him. To him, these standing beings were no more than the delicacies he was about to feast on.

"He" could even smell the bloody scent flowing beneath the prey's skin.

It was an absurd scene, with grief-stricken survivors on one side and an eager, ravenous "human-shaped zombie" on the other.

Wang Daguo clearly had no intention of waiting for his old friends to call him over; he was dragging his feet, ready to come over for a fierce embrace.

Watching Wang Daguo's approaching figure, Wang Qiang knew they couldn't wait any longer.

It was quite ironic, really. In the past, Wang Qiang was always the most unstable factor during team actions, but at this moment, he turned out to be the "most rational" of the four.

After all, Tang Xiaoquan was worried about Wei Yang, Lin Junfu mourned for Wang Junfa, and naturally, Wei Dazhuang was concerned with Wang Daguo.

But Wang Qiang had no particular "person" to care for at the moment. Although he also grieved for the deaths of everyone in the factory, in terms of intensity, he was still far from the above three.

To prevent a tragedy, even though it was somewhat cruel, Wang Qiang decided to send "Wang Daguo" to where he ought to be.

Holding the Long Spear, Wang Qiang silently stepped forward, knowing that Dazhuang was in pain.

So he did not greet him but instead raised the Long Spear.

Just as he was about to act, the always motionless Dazhuang suddenly moved.

Dazhuang wordlessly grabbed Wang Qiang's arm and forcefully pulled him behind him.

This was probably Wang Qiang's first time experiencing such terrifying strength; even during Hu Xiaodong's impatient outbursts, he never felt this way.

Wang Qiang only felt his arm was caught by iron clamps, even after Dazhuang let go, he could still feel a burning sensation flowing on his arm.

After settling Wang Qiang, Dazhuang continued silently forward. The lonely figure looked unusually forlorn under the sunlight, making anyone watching from afar feel a pang of reluctance.

But the survivors couldn't just stand there feeling "reluctant," because they worried that grief-stricken Dazhuang might do something "shocking and earth-shattering"!

"Dazhuang! Don't do anything stupid! That's no longer... Daguo!" Lin Junfu finally blurted out after holding back, rushing to Dazhuang's side to pull him back.

But at this moment, it seemed Dazhuang had made up his mind. He simply untangled himself with a gesture and said coldly, "Don't bother with me! I have to handle Daguo's matter myself!!"

Straightforward, a few simple words, yet Dazhuang said it with unusual certainty and irresistibility.

Knowing Wei Dazhuang's nature, Lin Junfu hesitated; he knew that if he stopped him now, with Dazhuang's temperament, he might turn against them on the spot.

But if left unchecked, who knows how the latter would accomplish this so-called "personal resolution"?

While Old Lin was hesitating, unsure of what to do, Dazhuang silently reached Wang Daguo's presence.

Old friends reunite, an exceptionally touching scene; both sides displayed the expected "excitement."

Especially the corpse of Wang Daguo, compared to Wei Dazhuang's "reservedness" and "restraint," he seemed even more "proactive" and "excited."

A pair of sharp corpse claws kept waving in front of Dazhuang, and the forward-leaning posture also revealed his inner enthusiasm.

Looking at this eager-to-be-friendly "dear friend" in front of him, a hint of "reluctance" flashed in Dazhuang's eyes.

"Brother, dragging around this shell isn't easy, is it? Don't worry, big brother won't let you suffer any longer. Remember, as long as I, Wei Dazhuang, am in this world for one more day, I will ensure vengeance for you. Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I swear I'll drag out that beast that killed you!"

At this point, Dazhuang grasped Wang Daguo's neck firmly while simultaneously raising his massive axe. The sharp blade sparkled coldly under the sunlight.

Wang Daguo was still excitedly gesturing, blissfully unaware that his life was approaching its end, his face filled with "joyous" delight.

Looking at the familiar, radiant smile of his erstwhile brother, Wei Dazhuang closed his eyes and swung the red axe down powerfully.

In an instant, the spraying blood blossomed in the sky like a flower. Wei Dazhuang steadied his falling brother's limp body and, in a low voice audible only to the two of them, murmured:

"Brother, have a good journey!!"

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