After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

"Fuck you! He's been running for a whole day and you're still chasing him? What the hell is he chasing?"

"That's right, whoever goes out in this horrible weather will suffer."

"I'm not leaving. I'll stay here tonight and report back tomorrow!"

"..."

Faint whispered curses were carried by the cold wind, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

At the edge of the woods, a group of five men in black looked around, holding or carrying various weapons in their hands, with complaining expressions on their faces.

"This forest is quite dense. There won't be anyone hiding here, right?" One of them asked, tilting his head with a wary look in his eyes.

Yes, but not many.

"You're dreaming! If I were you, I would have run away long ago. I'd have offended Old Devil Mo, and you still dare to stop here?"

"That's right, he ran away long ago."

"It's just right to take shelter here. The polar night is getting closer and closer. What a horrible weather."

"Come on, come on, this is it. What the hell are you looking for? You're just a mouthful and you're running around like crazy. You're nothing but a piece of shit."

"Okay, stop talking. This is a task assigned by Mr. Mo. If Mr. Mo hears it, watch out for your bones." At this moment, a strong man walking in the front shouted.

Upon hearing this, the other four men in black quickly shut up and dared not speak anymore.

The sturdy man glanced into the depths of the woods, sniffed, and frowned, saying, "Keep your voices down. This is a good place to spend the night. We might run into the night watchmen."

"It's just right that I've encountered a bad situation. I can kill someone to relieve my boredom, skin him and pull out his tendons. I'll have fun all night long." A young man with a scar on his face blinked and grinned with a cruel smile.

"You talk too much!"

The sturdy man glared fiercely at the young man with the scar.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up." The scarred young man turned away with a look of disdain on his face.

"Everyone, be careful. Let's go in and see what the situation is first." said the strong man, and then he walked into the woods first.

A few of them looked at each other, followed slowly, and began to be alert to their surroundings.

People relax because there are many people, but the background of wilderness always makes the truly lazy people ascend to heaven first.

After walking for a while, the five people inadvertently formed a loose formation that could be used for both offense and defense, searching and advancing step by step.

The only sound in the air was the sound of snow, dead branches and leaves being gently stepped on, mixed in with the wind, almost imperceptible.

After a while, the five people arrived at a deep place.

"Hey, there's a cave over there!" The young man with the scar had sharp eyes and pointed at a pitch-black cave entrance not far away and exclaimed happily.

The sturdy man frowned and was about to scold, but he heard the people behind him also cheered and said:

"Great!"

"I have a place to stay for the night."

"There's still a lot of firewood here, which is just right for keeping warm."

Before he could finish his words, the scarred young man took the lead and ran to the cave entrance with the other two people. After looking inside, he shouted to the strong man: "Boss, the wild cave is safe."

The strong man then relaxed his brows, quickened his pace and walked over.

The scarred young man rubbed a piece of moonstone until it was shiny and threw it into the cave, illuminating the inside. It was not big and not deep, just right for use.

Seeing this, the sturdy man patted the snow off his body, sighed and said, "We will stay here tonight and return tomorrow to report."

"That's great."

When the four heard this, they were all delighted.

A higher level can crush a person. Complaining and grumbling are useless. Whether you can have a comfortable night and return tomorrow depends on the attitude of the strong man.

It was icy and snowy, and the cold was biting to the bone. The wait was finally over.

Several people entered the cave and instinctively began to chop the weeds and soil with their weapons.

The scarred young man bent down to pick up the moonstone on the ground, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a few words faintly written on the wall of the cave. He picked up the moonstone and walked over. The next moment, his pupils shrank and he took a breath of cold air.

I saw a line of words freshly written on the stone wall: "Fate, five of you."

"Oh my god, there's someone!"

The scarred young man instantly became furious and immediately turned around to look around with extreme vigilance.

His action startled the other men in black, and their faces changed drastically as they looked at the stone wall behind him.

Five people!

It was obvious that the person who wrote the letter had been keeping an eye on them for a long time and had been to this cave.