A large convoy appeared on the mountain road, making the originally peaceful Celestial Horse Island tense. Upon learning the visitors' identities and motives, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. On the surface, these people seemed friendly at least.
Only Corgi Good Fortune, standing among the crowd, was slightly dissatisfied. Just because zombies act like dogs, why insult dogs?
Zhong Xiaoshan looked at the trucks loaded with supplies and the weary, rather disheveled people, feeling a bit heavy-hearted.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Meng. Brother Su isn't on Celestial Horse Island right now. I can't make decisions on such a significant matter."
"If you can't decide, then ask someone, don't you have any communication tools?" A burly man shouted impatiently. "I hear at least dozens of people inside; can't they come up with a conclusion?"
