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Sunshine Shelter.

"Brother Lin, the Wang Zixuan from He City you mentioned is really impressive. Just after joining our human camp yesterday, he brought us three survivors today."

In Zhu Cheng’s heart, Brother Lin is an omnipotent presence in the apocalypse, providing a great sense of security, even when surrounded by millions of zombies and trapped in a desperate situation.

But as long as Brother Lin is by his side,

he dares to point angrily at the zo ...

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