After breakfast, the blue-and-white bus started a low rumbling and drove toward the Yellow River.
Along the way, they didn't encounter many zombies.
Occasionally, when they did encounter a regular zombie, it was directly knocked far away by the bus.
"Sis, isn't it strange that we're encountering so few zombies? Do you think we're being watched? This is too odd."
Bai Yifan looked at the windshield with only a few drops of black blood, feeling somewhat uneasy.
Fewer zombies made him feel a bit on edge too.
He was just afraid of being ambushed by a horde of zombies.
Bai Yifan thought it was easy for his family to attract zombie hordes and considered themselves lucky to have escaped from zombie hordes several times!
An ambush by a zombie horde also seemed unlikely.
Their bus was moving quickly, able to break through the encirclement.
Still, seeing this desolate appearance was a bit frightening.
"It's fine, keep going."
