"You're really … a piece of sh * t who doesn't know how to survive." After hearing Tang Ling's request, Quark almost squeezed the words out of his clenched teeth.
Tang Ling turned around and walked away.
He knew Quark too well. The man would never waste his energy on useless things. Today, he purposely let Quark witness everything because he needed his help.
At this critical moment, what else could he do to help? He just wanted to escape from this place.
Quark had a trump card.
Tang Ling was certain of the thought, but at the same time, he was certain that he could not do without his help.
Therefore, Tang Ling wanted to take a gamble. He was betting that Quark could tolerate his foolish behavior because he also needed the trump card of this mysterious boss.
"Alright, you win. Originally, I wanted to find you, but I needed time. You've saved me some time by appearing on your own, "Quark spoke just as Tang Ling was about to step out of the door.
Tang Ling was slightly relieved as he turned around to look at Quark.
"However, I can only give you fifteen minutes at most. No matter how many there were, no one was confident that they would be able to escape. Not to mention that he was carrying two burdens. Am I right? You will bring the old woman and your sister with you. "
"When the time comes. I'll walk on my own. "Quark was not joking.
"Why me?" All Tang Ling wanted to ask was that. Aside from the entire settlement, even in the Fifth Camp, there were people who were stronger and smarter than him.
"We've done business too many times. I know your secrets. Hmm, it might be some secrets, "Quark mumbled, his eyes gleaming.
A cold glare flashed over Tang Ling's eyes. A secret? About it? He subconsciously wanted to press down on his chest, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He turned around and ran towards the direction of his home.
Fifteen minutes for a round trip. There was basically no time to waste.
Fortunately, he had been adventuring in the wild for a long time, so his speed was not slow.
Back in the tent, before Tang Ling could say anything, his grandmother already held his sister's hand and stood up with a small bag in her hand. "Let's go. I only brought some jerky and some water. If we're running for our lives, the extra stuff will be a burden. "
Tang Ling's Adam's apple bobbed. He had no idea why his grandmother was so sure that they had to leave this place.
Granny seemed to be very experienced in escaping.
However, time did not allow for idle chatter. Tang Ling took the bag and tied it tightly on his back. He then took out a sharpened iron rod from under the bed, picked up his sister, and held his grandmother's hand as he ran towards Quark's shop.
"Hehe, are you trying to escape? There are always cowards in this world who are easily frightened. "
"I can guarantee that if you escape, you'll die without a trace. Perhaps, there will be a little finger left? "
The Fifth Camp was still as lively as ever. Amidst the unchanging and oppressive life, there was a sudden change, which seemed to be fun.
A trace of sorrow flashed over Tang Ling's eyes. He pressed his lips together, but he could not say anything.
The saddest thing was that even if you knew it was dangerous, there was nowhere to run. This was because everything in this world required qualifications, and the essence of qualifications originated from one's own value.
The law of the jungle was always cruel.
"Tang Ling, the zombies are dangerous. We should trust the Purple Moon Warriors." Just as they were about to leave the empty space where the zombies gathered, Tang Ling was pulled back by someone he knew.
Uncle Zhang was a good person who was generous in teaching him valuable hunting experience.
"Uncle Zhang, trust me, let's go now. The Purple Moon Warriors … "Tang Ling inhaled deeply." They didn't do anything. "
"You …" Uncle Zhang instinctively wanted to refute, but what he saw was Tang Ling's unquestionable gaze with a tinge of anxiety.
He knew in his heart that he must trust this child. Since he was young, Tang Ling was a man who could take responsibility for his every word.
"How … to escape?" Uncle Zhang's words were filled with bitterness.
"You once told me that when we're facing powerful beasts, a wide and ever-changing place will always give us a better chance of survival than a narrow space. We'll walk out of the underground and leave the rest to fate. " Tang Ling merely said that. He could not bring Uncle Zhang and his family to Quark's place because Quark would definitely turn against him.
On top of that, he was not sure what Quark could guarantee when his own value was no longer useful in front of Quark.
In this era, no one could be responsible for more people's lives.
The only ones he could shoulder were his grandmother and his little sister.
Tang Ling's words made Uncle Zhang's eyes light up a little. As an experienced hunter, he would have prepared a backup plan.
"Take care." Uncle Zhang nodded heavily at Tang Ling.
Tang Ling nodded and pulled his grandmother and sister away.
This was a farewell, maybe the last farewell. Tang Ling felt a tinge of sourness in his heart, but he quickly extinguished the useless emotion.
In the dim passageway, there was a fire that lit up the place.
His little sister leaned on his shoulder quietly and his grandmother panted heavily.
Hurried footsteps brushed past the excited people who were partying from time to time.
The Fifth Camp was already filled with the smell of Blue Saw Kata leaves. This kind of taboo plant that could make people addicted, drown, intoxicate, tranquil, and delight was the only spiritual support for many people in the settlement.
Amidst the excitement of the night, they finally had the chance to enter the stage openly.
Many men who were drowsy chewed with bulging cheeks and a smile on their faces, but they did not know that a bloody hell was about to descend.
"This is fine." The sorrow in Tang Ling's eyes grew heavier. He seemed to understand why Quark always called the people of the settlement as filthy rats.
However, not everyone had the courage to struggle in the mud. Living might be harder than dying.
Embracing hell while intoxicated … This is fine too!
"Argh!" The moment the thought popped up in his mind, an ear-piercing scream sounded in his ears like a fuse.
Bang! Bang! Bang! A loud crash accompanied by the jarring sound of iron chains shaking made Tang Ling's heart clench.
A figure crawled and rolled towards the place with the most people in the Fifth Camp, crying. The moment the figure brushed past Tang Ling, he saw a face full of tears and snot with extreme fear.
Of course, Tang Ling recognized the person. He was the guy who had occupied the lucrative job of guarding the entrance for a long time.
Quark's shop was very close to the entrance of the Fifth Camp in order to get the good stuff at the first moment.
"It's here." Tang Ling knew that everything that should come had finally come.
His fingers were cold, but he gripped his grandmother's hand tighter as he sprinted as though his life depended on it. Even Tang Ling could not help but feel fear.
Quark's shop was getting closer, but the open door was empty.
Inevitably, through the dim light, he could see the entrance of the Fifth Camp — it was shaking violently.
The already loosened little window swung open with a squeak. Amidst the squeak, Tang Ling's breath stopped.
A dense horde of zombies had already gathered at the entrance of the Fifth Camp.
To them, the place was like a box with a sumptuous meal. All that was left was to open it.
Maybe because they had already eaten a little, many of the zombies had bloody scabs on their faces. Their fangs were yellowed and their rotten bodies were accompanied by a foul stench.
Tang Ling's stomach started to churn. The zombies near the little window noticed the food from afar. Their grayish-white eyes stared at Tang Ling greedily.
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