They all had stubborn and tough expressions on their faces—that was their persistence in thinking concepts, their resentment towards ugliness and sins, and their yearning for and maintenance of justice.

Su Hao stared at the backs of these people as they left. At this moment, he suddenly understood the true meaning of the four words "civilized era".

That is an ideal that can only appear in utopia.

It's very far away, very empty, but very wonderful.

Xinyan walked behind him, reached out to stroke his broad and strong shoulders, and said softly: "I'm really afraid that you will kill them. They are different from those who were yesterday. They are not wrong, they are just a little stubborn."

Su Hao did not turn around. He raised his right hand, held the weak wrist on his left shoulder, and said calmly: "I know, they are all good people. But they are incompatible with this era and cannot go much far."

Xinyan said in a comforting tone: "They will always understand."

Su Hao shook his head without comment, turned his deep eyes to the road in the distance, and murmured with a bit of sentimentality: "They... will die."

At the end of the horizon, there is a group of slowly walking black dots.

The virus outbreak has created zombies, and many people are still alive.

This road leads to the north.
Chapter completed!