93. Blessings to the Good Person_3
Translator: 549690339
A cry came through the rain, although it was drowned out by the gunfire, Noland heard the incredibly weak voice.
"Guards! Guards! Yes, you! The one standing on the rooftop lost in thought! Quickly, save me! I can't hold on any longer!"
Noland felt surprised that there were still living people nearby.
This was really strange. He had always been using "Tracking the Living" and actively avoiding soldiers and civilians who were alive, so how could he be discovered by someone?
Noland looked towards the direction of the voice, and the corner of his mouth, hidden beneath his mask and hood, twitched slightly.
It was actually Yog, the man who controlled the walking dead...
This guy was slumped on the ground, his arms bleeding profusely, severely injured.
His face was as pale as yellow wax paper, cheeks sunken in, skin and bones, and the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy.