A middle-aged man walked closely next to Liao Zhenya and Zhen Yang. They were following Wen headed toward Jiaxing by foot.
Zombies tried to attack them on the way, but a wave of his wing immobilized the zombies. Then the beastmen would let them kill the zombies.
"Are you sure that this Tang Empire is under human rule, right?" The middle-aged man was Gan Shuo. He was one of the respected figures in the group.
When Liao Zhenya and Zhen Yang brought Wen, it alarmed them. But after hearing what Liao Zhenya told them, all the survivors decided to follow. They were suffering from a food shortage. If they stayed or left the city, death was eighty percent guaranteed.
Facing this kind of choice, everyone decided to follow Wen.
"We will know soon, we should be near Jiaxing by now," Liao Zhenya shook her head. She did not trust Wen either, but this was a gamble.
"I trust him!" Zhen Yang suddenly voiced his thoughts.